Math class~~~ Stan Uris x reader //COMPLETE//

Chapter Four: The Second Encounter

I went home and spent the rest of the day there, doing a few chores such as cleaning the floors, reading, and daydreaming. I thought about Stanley, mostly, and how much I liked him. His curly hair and brown eyes, and he was so tall and neat. Too bad he would never like me back, I thought, sighing heavily.
~~that night~~
I dreamt of Pennywise, Stanley, and the woman, mostly, all three incorporated into all but two of my dreams. First I dreamt of Stanley hating me, changing into Pennywise, and the woman was Pennywise's wife. After that, Stanley and I were alone together in a library, me looking awful and Stanley looking amazing, until the woman came in, and she shifted to Pennywise. The third was free of Stanley, which made it only middling in how much it scared me compared to the others. Pennywise had changed into the woman and the woman had dragged me into a dark closet. The fourth I only remember a blended jumble of fear, Stanley, the woman, and Pennywise. The fifth was only Stan and me: we lie together in a meadow, hand in hand, as the warm midafternoon sun shone on us. I ended up kissing him in that one, but I can't remember it any further than the warm softness of it and the thrill of being kissed by him. The sixth was the worst, and woke me up at five-oh-four AM: Pennywise and the woman were separate entities, and there were more than one of each of them. Stan and I stood in the center of the room, and he hated me, I knew somehow. Right before the women and the multitude of Pennywises killed us, I turned to him, but I morphed into another of the women, killed him, and drowned in darkness. Then I was falling into the ocean, and I woke up.
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I groggily rose from bed, going into the bathroom to shower. I went in and turned on the water, undressing as it heated up, but the woman stepped out of the closet. I screamed, but no one heard; I screamed and screamed, crawling back into the corner until my head hit the shower, and it was gone. My parents came in, and my mom came to me, hugging me and rocking me.
"What happened, honey?" My mom asked.
"Sh-sh-she came out of the towel closet," I stammered. "The woman with the flute. The tall woman with white eyes."
"You must have been sleep walking again," my dad said worriedly.
"Yeah," I said drily, but I didn't believe it. I agreed more fervently, fiercely wanting to believe it. "Yeah, I must have only been sleep walking. I was only sleep walking," I said, more to myself than anyone else.
"I'll go make breakfast, baby, you go ahead and take your shower," my dad said. I nodded a bit.
"Thanks, dad."
"Sure. Take as long as you need," he replied. My mom followed him out.

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I hope you liked it (I didn't) do I write horror well or do I need some work? Please please say how I can fix it if it's bad. Please comment. Also I am going through some personal stuff right now, and it's stressing me out, so I might not be posting every day. I'm going to double update today to make up for it, and next chapter is the start of the romance. I hope you like that part... but anyways yeah. Sorry, if anyone actually reads this haha.