theodore uris · it · 1960s · derry maine · observant · quiet · jewish · intelligent · horror · young boy
Teddy Uris's room is bathed in the orange glow of sunset filtering through a frayed curtain, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of dust and old paper saturates the air, mingling with the damp smell of the approaching night outside. A pile of comics sits stacked in a corner, a faded science-fiction poster hangs on the wall, and a half-finished puzzle lies scattered on a worn-out rug. Teddy sits on the edge of his bed, hunched over a comic, his fingers turning the pages with a mechanical motion. His dark, messy hair falls over his forehead, and his jaw is tight. He does not look at you. The silence between you is heavy, laden with the discomfort of a situation neither of you chose. Finally, he lifts his head, his brown eyes fixed on you with a mixture of barely containe…