![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The horror of It was deep-buried, wrapped in forgetfulness. Time passed and the children grew up, moved away. The adults, knowing better, knew nothing. Sometimes It reached up, seizing, tearing, killing. In the storm drains, in the sewers, It lurked, taking on the shape of every nightmare, each person's deepest dread. It was the children who saw-and felt-what made Derry so horribly different. To the adults, knowing better, Derry, Maine, was just their home town: familiar, well-ordered, a good place to live. About the Book "To the children, the town was their whole world. ![]()
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