The Losers pulled up to Bill's house on their bikes. I looked up at my modest house from across the street. My mum's car was in the driveway, along with a red truck that I immediately recognised as Butch's. I saw Mike eyeing it warily and I wondered how badly the Bowers family had tormented the him.

"M-my dad isn't home. We can use the garage." Bill said, leading us down the driveway and pulling up the garage door. Eddie covered his ears at the loud rattling sound and Richie shook his head at him.

"So, what exactly are we doing?" Beverly asked, examining the work benches where balusters were being carved and sanded from wood.

"Ben's got a map of Derry s-s-sewers, and we're going to use it to see how everything's connected." Bill said, passing Stan a roll of paper to hang up. I sat on one of the boxes next to a small table in the middle of the room and helped Mike set up the projector.

Ben passed me a small card-like bit of plastic which I passed to Mike. I knew nothing about projectors, and it seems he didn't either because he stared at the small object with pursed lips. He looked to me for help and I shrugged. "I don't know any more than you do."

"Ah, look at you dweebs. Do you not know how to work a projector? Seriously, this is child's play!" Richie said, snatching the small card from Mike's hand and inserting it into the top of the projector. "Now, just so the others don't think you're totally useless, the on and off button is here." he pointed to a button on the side of the electronic and smirked, walking away and taking a seat. Mike and I looked at each other with raised eyebrows.

Stan had stuck the map on the wall and, with the help of Bill and Ben, was marking out all the large events that supposedly occurred every twenty seven years.

"Okay, I think we're ready." Bill said, taking a step back. Everyone took a seat around the projector, but there weren't enough spots for everyone so Mike remained standing at the back while Bill stood behind the projector.

Bill took his time to angle the projector a certain way, before I heard the click of a button. A screen fell over the map of Derry, showing weird red lines that spread around the page. I tilted my head forward and squinted my eyes to get a better view.

"Look, that's where G-G-Georgie disappeared." Bill said, pointing at a spot marked Storm Drain. "There's the Ironworks, the Black Spot... Everywhere it happens, it-it's all connected by the sewers. And they all meet up at the-"

"The well house." Ben finished and I looked at the map with new eyes, finally understanding what I was seeing. The red lines marked where the sewers were, or at least the ones that were known, since the complete works of Derry sewers had been a mystery for ages. Bill was right, wherever one of the events had happened, a red line passed over it. And the red lines all connected at a spot on Neibolt Street.

"It's the house on Neibolt Street." Stan said quietly, looking at Bill.

"You mean the creepy-ass house where all the junkies and hobos like to sleep?" Richie asked. Across from me, Eddie took out his inhaler and started using it rapidly, shaking his head as if to get rid of a bad memory. Richie stared at him with worry.

"I hate that place." Beverly said, oblivious to the boy who was starting to break down. "It always feels like it's watching me." Ben nodded in agreement.

A dark thought overwhelmed me. If everything was connected by the sewers, wasn't that the last place I had seen Patrick? I shook my head and brought my knees up to my chest, not wanting to think about it. If Bill's theory was right, then that meant that something happened to Patrick when he went in the sewer. I had been the last one to see him, and I had let him go in there. Didn't I contemplate telling him that Ben wasn't in there? Didn't I let him go in the sewer, knowing very well that he wouldn't find what he was looking for?

"Eddie, are you alright?" Mike asked. I turned to look at Eddie again to see that his face had gone very pale. I leaned in front of the projector and placed a hand on his shoulder, but Bill made a noise of displeasure at my blocking the screen so I moved back.

Eddie shook his head, taking another puff of his inhaler. "That's where I saw it." he gasped. "That's where I saw the clown." Everyone stared at him with wide eyes.

"Th-that's where IT lives." Bill said, his eyes glued to the screen with hope. Eddie took another puff of his inhaler.

"I can't imagine anyone wanted to live there." Stan said.

"I don't think that whatever is doing this to us is a someone." I replied quietly. All of a sudden, Eddie jumped up and stood in front of the map. The picture from the projector was displayed on his face and his dark shadow moved in time with his rapid movements.

"Can we please stop talking about this? I can barely breathe, it's summer, we're kids, I can barely breathe, I'm having a fucking asthma attack!" He spluttered, talking and breathing so fast I had trouble keeping up. "I am not doing this." He turned around and tore the map off the wall.

"What the hell! Put the map back." Bill said, glaring at Eddie. Eddie shook his head, an act of defiance that came as a surprise to everyone. Nobody disregarded the word of Big Bill.

Suddenly, the projector made a noise and the picture on Eddie's face changed from the map of sewers to a blank screen. We looked at the projector in confusion before it clicked again, this time a splash of colour appearing on the wall.

Eddie looked behind him and moved away in surprise, revealing a photo of Georgie and his dad in baseball gear. Another click, this time a photo of the Denbrough family going down a waterslide.

"Crap." Bill said, fiddling with the projector as ge tried to make it stop. But picture after picture appeared on the wall, each one a more brutal reminder of Georgie than the previous one.

"What's going on?" Stan asked, his eyes glued to the wall. Eddie moved away from his spot and stood at the back with Mike.

"Guys..." Mike said, bringing our attention back to the screen. Photos flashed at a furious pace, too quick for my eyes to absorb what they were, until it finally stopped at another family picture. The Denbroughs were all holding hands, dressed in the sort of formal attire you'd wear to a wedding. The projector started to click again, but this time, instead of it moving to a new photo, it started to zoom in.

"Georgie?" Bill gasped quietly as Georgie's smiling face became larger and larger. Then, the projector shifted it's focus from the small boy to Bill's mum. Her red hair covered her face in the wind, and all you could see was her mouth shaped in a small 'O'.

Suddenly, the projector started clicking so fast it sounded like a continuous noise and the image on the projector moved. The hair on Sharon Denbroughs' face started to whip across her face as if wind was actually blowing it. I scrambled backwards, almost knocking over Beverly. I didn't know much about projectors, but I was almost positive that they weren't supposed to do that.

"Bill..." I said, looking to him for help, but his eyes were glued to the screen. Then, I watched in amazement and fear as the hair on Bill's mum's head blew away, revealing a stark white face and blood red smile. In an instant, everyone around me starting freaking out. Eddie grabbed onto Richie and to my surprise, Richie held him back, both their faces a mask of fear. Beverly jumped out of her seat, her mouth ajar, and Ben almost fell backwards.

"What the fuck is that? What the fuck is that?" Richie screamed, shaking Eddie.

"I don't fucking know!" Eddie squealed in reply.

"Turn it off." Beverly said, taking a step back and bumping into me. I moved out of her way and scrambled over to Stan, who had his back pressed against the back of the wall. "Turn it off!" Beverly screamed again. The clown's face laughed at us, hair still blowing in the wind. A tremor of fear ran through me and I grabbed onto Stan's arm.

Mike, not knowing what else to do, ran forward and kicked the projector off its table. It flew against the wall and hit the ground with a crash, all the cards spilling out of the top. But the light didn't turn off and it shone onto the wall that Stan and I were pressed against.

To our horror, the projector kept clicking, much slower but still showing the same image of the clown's face. Between every click, we were submerged in darkness and I squeezed Stan's arm tighter.

"Dear god, I never really believed in you before but I'd really-" I started but was cut off by the screams of everyone else as the clown in the picture disappeared, leaving a blank wall. Another click, and darkness enveloped us. After a painfully long moment, the projector turned back on. Tgis time, however, instead of there being an image of the clown, Stan and I were knocked back by it's giant physical form, half its body still in the wall.

It turned its head and I wished I'd never have to see the terrifying sight I saw ever again. Its mouth was enlarged in a frightening grin, covering the whole bottom half of its face and revealing rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth. Stan pushed past me to get to the others and I followed blindly, the projector clicking once again and submerging us into darkness.

I followed the screams of my friends and grabbed hold of someone who brought me close, trying to pull me away from the approaching clown. The projector flicked back on for a brief second, allowing us to see the monster laugh and run at us. I screamed and stumbled backwards, falling onto the floor and dragging whoever I was holding with me.

The projectors light flashed back on for enough time for me to see the clown spring at Beverly who was cowering in the corner. I screamed out in fear before a loud rattling sound invaded my ears and the garage was filled with light. The giant clown had disappeared, leaving a trashed room full of terrified kids.

Ben had opened the garage door and somehow, by some miracle, it had caused whatever that creature was to piss of. I looked down to see Eddie on his knees next to me, struggling to breathe. I grabbed his inhaler off of the floor and shoved it in his hands before standing up and looking at my friends. My heart was beating out of its chest and, by the look of everyone else, their's were too.

Beverly peeled herself from the corner of the garage and almost stumbled into the light. She grabbed hold of Ben's shoulders and whispered, "Thank you." Ben moved his arms as if to embrace her, but she had already let go and enveloped Bill in an hug. I didn't forget the expression on Ben's face as he watched the two.

"It saw us." Eddie panted, getting to his feet. "It saw us and it knows where we are!"

"It always did." Bill replied with a strange calmness. He moved past his friends and out of the garage into the driveway. "S-so let's go." he said, looking at us expectantly.

"Go?" Ben asked. "Go where?"

"Neibolt." Bill replied. "That's where G-G-Gerogie is."

"After that?" Stan asked, his eyes wide as he glanced back at the projector.

"Yeah, it's summer." Richie muttered. "We should be outsi-"

"If you say it's summer one more fucking time." Bill cut in. He took a deep breath and looked at us all, each in the eye, before turning around and picking his bike up.

"Bill!" Beverly yelled as he pedalled down the driveway. "Wait!"

But he didn't look back.