Seventeen-year-old Mia, who’d lived in Derry her whole life, knew better than to trust free things. She’d heard the old stories—children vanishing in ’89, the flood of ’57, the Easter egg hunt that never ended. But her little brother, Charlie, had already seen the message. His eyes had that hungry, feverish look.
Mia tried to run, but her shoes had melted into the floor. Charlie pointed at the screen, where their own faces now appeared—not actors, but them, sitting in these very seats, older, crying, as Pennywise crawled from the projector beam and into the aisle. it 2017 for free
“It’s not real,” Mia whispered. “It’s just a movie.” Seventeen-year-old Mia, who’d lived in Derry her whole
But the clown was already behind her. His breath smelled of cotton candy and grave dirt. His eyes had that hungry, feverish look