Sorry for some spelling errors or repeated words, I tend to write these when I'm super tired. I apologize so please bear with me. BTW I guess I should say I don't own any of Stephen King's characters just my own. :p


Sasha walked through the neighborhood, Bruce followed and observed the area. She walked until she stopped a few houses down from where Roman lived. She pondered whether she should knock on the door or not, she began walking when she saw a woman step out and throw out garbage in the trash can. Sasha wondered who the woman was if Roman didn't mention anyone else he lived with.

She narrowed her eyes at the thought of Roman lying to her, she let out an angered breath and headed back to the house.

"That slimy piece of shit," she hissed

She slammed the door shut and Bruce winced at her sudden outburst. He watched his owner stomp to her room and lock the door. Clearly not wanting to be bothered. Bruce retreated to the soft rug in the reading room and laid down.


"You've read them already?" The librarian asked

Sasha didn't bother to look at the woman and nodded, "I skipped some things, but I'm finished with them now."

The librarian smiled and took the books.

"Actually uhm, do you think I could leave early today? I'm not feeling too well."

The older woman looked at her, "Of course."

Sasha picked up her coat and headed for the stairs to go outside. She stopped when Roman blocked her from the small hallway leading to the other exit of the building.

"There you are," he smiled, leaning in to peck her on the lips

Sasha avoided his kiss and glared up at him, he stood confused.

"What's wrong?" he asked

Sasha scoffed, "You know I really started to believe you, the whole good guy wanting to help the new girl act was actually getting to me."

Roman gave an awkward chuckle, "what are you talking about?"

Sasha shoved past him and Roman quickly grabbed her arm, she turned around and slapped his face. Roman stood there, staring to the side, his lips drawing a thin line in anger.

Sasha stared at him, "That whole lecture about not knowing me and thinking I had things to hide, when you weren't even being truthful yourself Roman."

Roman slowly looked at her but said nothing. Sasha shook her head at him, "Your nothing but a liar, a fake."

"You're making a mistake," he spoke

Sasha shook her head, "No, you are."

With that Sasha turned on her heel and barged out the door, leaving the young man standing alone in the hall.


The town was filled with crowds of people, Sasha peered down the street to see a marching band and kids playing. She looked around at the festivities, she walked through the park and spotted the large lumberjack statue, wondering why she never saw it before.

She walked along the grass, Bruce glancing around at the many things happening around them. It was odd finally seeing this amount of people here, she couldn't recall much of their faces.


"So let me get straight, this thing comes out every 27 years to eat kids for like a year?" Eddie asked

Sasha walked through a crowd of people, ignoring the celebration and crowds of people. All the excitement turning into white noise. Although she stood out, it was as if no one paid her no mind, as if she didn't exist. Her mind flowing back to endless and pestering thoughts. Bruce sniffed around at the mixture of smells.

"What are you afraid of Richie?"

The boy adjusted his glasses and responded, "Clowns."

Sasha slowed her pace as she listened more to the conversation.

"What about you Billy?" another voice spoke

Sasha ears perked up, Billy, she turned her head to see a thin boy with brown hair glance up at her. He watched he in suspicion while she stood in the movement of the crowd. She observed him, but just as Billy was about to point out the woman, she vanished in the crowd of people passing by.

"What is it?" Eddie asked

Billy examined the crowd, looking for the woman with silver hair. The Losers all looked at what he was so focused on, trying to figure out what made him so quiet.

"Nothing."


Bill rode his bike through the neighborhood, he said goodbye to his friends and decided it was time to go home, despite how much he hated being there. Having to face all the reminders of Georgie, he always felt a part of him was gone. He just held on to the fact that his baby brother was missing and so desperately hoped he would find him soon.

The boy came to a stop, his eyes eyes watering at the thought of his brother. He glanced over to see that house, he could hear whispers of children coming from inside. He took a breath and dropped his bike, walking towards the gate, staring up at the old Victorian home.

"Weird isn't it?" A voice spoke behind him

Bill jumped and turned to see that very same woman he'd seen at the festival, she had a large dog with pointed ears staring right at him, it was as if he could understand what they were saying.

"W…What is?" he asked

Sasha stared at him, "How much pain could be kept up inside one house. It's as though you could feel it seeping through the walls."

Bill looked back at the house, he didn't know what to say, fearing she might be another trick that IT conjured. She could be dangerous, so the boy kept his distance.

Sasha followed his eyes, "What were you trying to do?"

Bill looked to the ground, "J…Just looking."

Sasha nodded and quirked her head, "Looked to me like you were about to go inside."

Bill continued to stare at the ground, Sasha noticed his reluctance to speak to her, more so than his friends she's ran into before.

"It's not safe in there Bill," she urged

Bill's eyes shot up to hers, she had such a stoic demeanor but her features were oddly welcoming, "How d…d…do you know m..my name?"

Sasha smiled, "I know a lot more than your name kiddo."

Bill glanced down to the dog and back up to her, his suspicion growing, she had to be an illusion, "Y…You're not real."

She raised a brow, "Uh, no I'm pretty real."

Bill backed away slowly towards his bike, Sasha did not move, she wasn't trying to scare the boy.

Bill stopped, "W..w..why are you f…following me?"

Sasha looked back at the house, "I'm making sure you stay out of trouble."

Bill gave a look of confusion, "W…why?"

Sasha sighed, "Good question."

She thought to herself and asked the same question. Wondering why she was going through so much trouble to help kids that meant nothing to her.

"I was asked to," she said aloud

Bill swallowed down his feelings, "W…who did?"

Sasha sighed and shook her head, "You need to stay away from this house Bill, do you understand?"

Bill stared at her, wondering why this stranger was so dead set on keeping him away from the house. He wondered if she had anything to do with Georgie's disappearance in any way.

"Who are you?" He asked

"A friend," she replied, "now go home Bill."

Bill watched the woman, her dog turning its head to stare at something inside. He turned back to Sasha and grabbed his bike, jumping on and pedaling back home. She watched him leave, making sure he was gone, she glanced down to Bruce.

"Come," she ordered and headed home.


Sasha looked ahead, not paying any attention to Roman's house, she was about to walk past the yard when a red ball bounced in front of her. She stopped and looked to see a little girl running up to grab her ball. She hopped over and picked it up, smiling up at Sasha, she looked no older than seven years old.

"Hello," she said

Sasha watched the girl, her eyes falling on Bruce, "puppy!" she lunged forward and Bruce flinched at the child's sudden movements while she wrapped her arms around the Doberman's neck. He glanced up at his owner who scoffed seeing Bruce so confused and nervous. He didn't move, he didn't know what to do.

"Annie! You ask before petting someone's dog!" The woman Sasha had seen the night before came walking up to what she assumed was her daughter.

"I'm so sorry, she has no control when it comes to animals," the woman apologized

Sasha forced a smile, "It's not a problem, he's good with kids."

The woman smiled and held her hand out, "I'm Kate."

Sasha looked at the woman's hand and reluctantly lifted her hand to shake the woman's, "Sasha."

"You're our new neighbor right?" she asked

Sasha nodded.

"How are you getting on here?"

She shrugged, "Settling in one day at a time."

"Where are you from?"

"New York."

Kate raised her brows, "oh wow, so this must be a big change for you then?"

Sasha smirked, "It's been interesting."

Sasha looked up to see a man walk out of the garage, it wasn't Roman, Kate turned and called him over, "Honey, come meet our neighbor!"

The man smiled and headed over towards them, by this point the little girl tried to play with Bruce, who only stared at the child passively. The man nodded and shook Sasha's hand, "Nice to meet you."

Kate placed a hand on the man's shoulder, "Sasha this is my husband Curt."

Sasha stared at them, "nice to meet you."

Kate turned to her husband, "She's from New York."

"Oh wow, what a difference," he chuckled

Sasha smiled, "Yea, it's fairly quiet here."

The parents smiled, Sasha spoke up, trying to avoid any awkward silence, "You've lived here long?"

The couple nodded, "Oh yeah we've been here all our lives, this house was his mother's. We got it after she passed away."

Sasha stood confused, "So it's just you guys here then?"

Kate tilted her head, "Well yes, and our cat, but that's it."

Sasha creased her brows in confusion, "So you don't know Roman?"

The couple both looked to each other, "Whose Roman?"

Sasha's heart dropped when she heard these words, wondering if this was even the house he pointed out to. If she made a mistake, but they walked right in front, he pointed to this house.

Sasha closed her eyes and shook her head, "What do you do if you don't mind me asking?" she looked at Curt

Curt chuckled, "it's no problem, I'm a writer."