"I have to go,too," I spoke up, my voice barely above a whisper. "My mom's waiting for me." It was only half the truth.
I went around the circle, giving each of my friends a tight hug, saving Ben for last. I tried desperately to keep the tears from...
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•°Corinne's POV°•
"You guys good?" Mike asked from ahead of us.
"Yeah."
"Can you get through that?" Bill asked the Hanlon man, who was busy squeezing through a very tight space.
"It's the only way. This way. It's in here," Mike stated.
"Through here. It's tight, but we can get through," Bill said to the rest of us, flashing his light to show us where to go. I crawled through the small space, finally getting to a place I didn't have to squeeze through, but what I saw in front of me was even more terrifying.
It was a huge opening with giant black spikes coming out of the ground in the middle.
"This is where it hid," Mike pointed out.
It was all so surreal. Skeletons were laying around on the ground, black liquid dripping upwards. It only confirmed that this was really where he hid from the world when he wasn't eating people.
"So, all this has been under Derry, like, forever?" Eddie asked, staring at the ceiling that looked like it went on forever.
"Not forever. Just a few million years," Mike corrected. He led us towards the space in the middle of the black, hardened substance, took off his backpack, and pulled out some sort of artifact, which he placed on a rock.
"It can only be attacked in its true form. The ritual will show us that," Mike informed us.
"And what is its true form?" Ben asked the question we were all wondering.
"I hope it's a puppy, like a Pomeranian or... I'll shut up," Richie said, realizing everyone was giving him a look that said not to go there.
"It's light. A light that must be snuffed out by darkness," Mike said. He threw some oil into the artifact and tossed a match in afterwards to start a fire. I literally felt like we were doing something a cult would do, minus the human sacrifice part.
"Your artifacts. Place them in the fire. The past must burn with the present," Mike instructed.
We all took out our artifacts. I pulled out the postcard, gently tracing my fingers over it, and glanced at Ben, who was taking something out of his wallet.
"This is the boat that I built with Georgie," Bill was the first to speak up, placing the paper boat into the fire. Slowly, one after the other, we did the same.
