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It had only been a few days since Patrick had become friends with the Losers, when Beverly called.

"Hello?" Patrick asked.

"Patrick? It's Bev. Can you call the others? I need y'all to come to my house as soon as possible. It's urgent." He picked up on the urgency in her voice and immediately called the others.

In no time at all, they were on their way to her house, riding their bikes as they went. "What do you think she called us for? What do you think is w-wrong?" Bill stuttered.

"I honestly don't know. She didn't say anything to with what happened. She just said to come as soon as possible."

"I hope she's okay." Ben said, with a nervous smile on his face. Patrick and just about everyone else, could tell that Ben likes her.

"We'll see what's wrong as soon as we get there, Ben." Patrick gave him a reassuring smile, his black hair tumbling into his face. "I'm sure she's alright."

"I hope you're right." Ben muttered as they continued on.

"No, Eddie, we have to go through the alleyway." Stanley said, as they got closer to Bev's house.

"No. The alleyway takes way too long. We aren't going that way."

"No, the alley is much faster. What are you taking about, Eddie?" Stanley puffed.

"The alley is more dangerous and not to mention, it's disgusting." Ah, the old germaphobe's coming out in Eddie.

"Please explain to me how it is more dangerous?" Stanley said, as he rolled his eyes.

"It smells like piss and it's gross." Eddie shuddered. "Can we please just take the side streets for once?"

"Oh my God," Stanley complained. "The side streets are the same. They smell like piss and shit."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say, Stan the Man." Eddie mouthed.

Patrick chuckled. "Does he always do this?" He pointed at Eddie.

"Pretty much." Richie said.

"Patrick, what did exactly she say when she called you?" Eddie asked, as they got closer to Bev's house.

"She didn't say much of anything." Patrick said, as they saw her running down the stairs outside her house. "She just said that we needed to hurry over."

"Okay."

She ran straight to them. "You made it. I need to show you something." She was slightly out of breath, like she'd been running a marathon.

Eddie gulped. "What is it?"

Richie quipped up. "More than we saw at the quarry?"

"Shut up! Just shut up, Richie!" Eddie snapped.

Patrick leaned over to Bill. "What happened at the quarry?"

"N-n-nothing m-m-much." Bill stuttered.

Bev looked at them all and sighed. "My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment."

"Then we'll leave a l-l-lookout." Bill said. Then he started to stutter. "R-R-Richie, stay here."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What if her dad comes back?" He cried.

"Do what you always do." Stanley said. "Start taking."

"It is a gift." Richie softly said, as the rest of them went up the stairs to her apartment.

Patrick followed closely behind Bill and Eddie. Bev lead them to a closed door, assuming it was a bathroom. "In there." Bev said.

"What is it?" Stan asked.

"You'll see." Was all she said.

Eddie started to ramble nervously. "Are you taking us to your bathroom? I just want you to know that 89% of the worst accidents in homes are caused in bathrooms. And, I mean, that's where all the bacteria and fungi are and it's not really a sanitary place."

Bill slowly opened the bathroom door and revealed a blood covered bathroom. "I knew it." Eddie gagged.

"You see it?" Beverly asked.

"Yes." Eddie said.

"What...What happened in here?" Stanley questioned.

"My dad couldn't see it. I thought I might be crazy." She said.

"Well, if you're crazy, then we're all crazy." Patrick said, as he tried not to gag.

"We c-can't leave it like this." Bill said, as he walked into the bathroom, ready to get to work.

They all started to mop up the floor and clean the sink and the walls. Then they took the trash to the curb after they were done.

After they were all done, they met up in the road on their bikes.

Richie was going around them in circles, complaining, like usual. "No, I love being your personal doorman, really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?"

"Alright, shut up, Richie." Eddie said.

"Yeah, shut up, Richie." Stanley and Patrick both repeated.

"Oh, okay, trash the trashmouth, I get it. Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween."

Bill spoke up. "She didn't imagine it. I.. I s-saw something, too."

"You saw blood, too?" Stanley asked.

"Not blood. I saw G-g-Georgie. It seemed so real. I mean, it seemed like him, but there was this..." Bill said, then dropped his sentence.

"The clown. Yeah, I saw him, too." Richie said, remembering to the day earlier, when he got chased by a leper by the house on Neibolt Street.

Bill looked over at Ben, who nodded his head. When Bill looked at Stanley, he also nodded his head. Bill didn't even have to ask Patrick.

"Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?" Richie asked.

Out of nowhere, they started to heard yelling. Like teenagers. They all looked to where the voices were coming from and say a blue Transam. "Oh shit." Patrick said. "It's Belch's car."

"Belch Huggins?"

"Yeah. Wait, ain't that bike the homeschooled kids bike? What's his name? Mitchell?"

"You mean Mike? Yeah, I think that's Mike's bike."

"We have to help him." Bev said, as she dropped her bike.

"We should?" Richie asked.

"Yes." Bev said, as she walked off.