#derryfright

Long     lanky      limbs      stalk     !     Your     whole      body      hums      with      excitement     !      The      rush      of      the      hunt    .      Like      a      wolf      hunting       the        herd      .      Sewer      eyes      wide        &&       filled      with      a     true    ,        pure     malevolence     .      Go    on    ,     Hockstetter    !     Maul       &&      claw      your      prey     .      “      Hiya     ,     Hanlon      !     ”      Cheery      ,        unsettling     .       “      We been lookin     ’        for ya       .      You been hidin      ’        ?     ” 

The Good Sentence 👌🏻 // (ACCEPTING) - @derryfright

In T H E O R Y, nothing is a G O O D idea until otherwise proven so. Because new and exciting A D V E N T U R E S are mysterious in their own right. And C H I L D R E N often fall victim to S T U P I D choices and R E G R E T F U L actions. In T H E O R Y, the risk is W O R T H it. Because how does one L E A R N and experience L I F E without taking that L E A P of faith?

It starts at high N O O N. When the Derry air becomes T H I C K and S T I C K Y. Everyone retreats into cool H O U S E S and shady P A R K S desperate to cling to what little C O M F O R T they can manage to find in such S C O R C H I N G temperatures. But T W O explorers dare to R I S K such dire C O N D I T I O N S because in their minds? They are B U R N I N G daylight and they have yet to conquer something madly S P E C T A C U L A R.

Do you trust me, Mike?

A game of T R U S T, if you please. Will you R I S E? Or will you F A L L? The answer lies in the H A N D S of a G I R L. Quirky and bright...in her own right. But perhaps the story must delve further back in order to set the S C E N E.

C O N C E A L what you posses, for your G I F T is simply not common. Therefore, it cannot be F L A U N T E D like some cheap parlor trick. And it isn’t that she doesn’t have F A I T H in Mike Hanlon, anything but! It’s simply a matter of fitting in as opposed to sticking out like a S I D E S H O W act, cheap and degrading. And so this N O T so A V E R A G E Jane retreats into a cloud of mundane visions, determined to play O R D I N A R Y. But the bullies run rampant like a deadly viral infection, S P R E A D I N G and S T R E N G T H E N I N G.

Henry Bowers, was it?

He is so T A C T L E S S the way he spits R A C I A L slurs and D I S G U S T I N G insults at undeserving ears of dearest F R I E N D. He P U S H E S and he S H O V E S and ‘ordinary’ girl is B O I L I N G with R A G E. Unluckily for repugnant B U L L Y, he is not the only one who tends to lack any form of T A C T. She will step forward. Right in front of him, “Go.” And when she is T E S T E D, oh she is so R U D E L Y tested. He S P I T S on her shoes, knife pointed to her C H E S T.

Big mistake, Henry. Big, big M I S T A K E.

Because it takes one singular T I L T of her head, defined cheek bones hiding gritted T E E T H. 

SNAP.

Your poor wrist! Is it B R O K E N? 

A single line of B L O O D trailing from her N O S T R I L and they are off and R U N N I N G with the sound of a S N A R L I N G teenager C R Y I N G in pain echoing in the distance. It takes a lot of explaining, a lot of skepticism, but eventually he understands-- this isn’t G A M E and it is R E A L and good god she H O P E S that he can keep his P R O M I S E not to tell.

And so comes the F A S T F O R W A R D. At a cliff’s E D G E. He F A C E S her, and there is C O N C E R N in his tone, U N C E R T A I N T Y in his gaze.

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’

“...Trust me.” Soft spoken and G E N U I N E, “I will keep you safe.”

One J U M P is all it will take. Should he C H O O S E to do so? He will find himself F L O A T I N G on A I R. He will be L I G H T as a F E A T H E R and S T I F F as a B O A R D. And Mike Hanlon...well he will feel E X H I L A R A T E D. 

“You better turn yourself around.”