After he had finished his dinner, Bill went down the stairs to the basement. He was looking for the old paper boat he had done for his little brother. Yes Bill remembers it clearly. It was a rainy day in the flood period at Derry. Bill sat down on the base step of the basement staircase. He held the waxed boat made of old newspapers. He stared at it for a while before even blinking his eyes. He stood up after 10 minutes of sitting and ran up the staircase. He zoomed to the front door and opened it with tears starting to roll down his cheeks. Bill had no idea of where he was going or where he was. When he stopped and looked around, he realized that it was a new place, he didn't recognize any part of what he was seeing. The panicked boy ran to a house and through it's backyard gate to the forest behind the house. In the distance he noticed a tree-house. "Bill.." the house seemed to whisper. "Bill, I want to.."
Bill had had enough and he ran towards it. The voice was too familiar. He kicked the door open and in there was just a box. Big Black Box. Next to it stood a little boy with glasses. He had a cape on, too. "Peter The Great" was written on the back of the cape. "Do you want to see a magic trick?" "My big brother Henry would've wanted to see it," he continued with sadness in his voice. "Whu-whu-what happened to your buh-buh-brother?"
"He went to a better place, but I can show you how he visits me!" The little boy had a small smile growing on his face. Not a creepy one, a relieved one. "My buh-buh-brother d-d-died.." "I CAN MAKE HIM COME BACK TOO, DO YOU WANT TO SEE?!" "Don't t-try to trick me little guy!" Bill bursted out with absoulte rage which shocked even himself. "I wasn't planning on," said now a sad little boy called Peter.
"Juh-juh-Georgie." Bill said. Peter thought for asecond and then asked "Was he your brother?"
Bill nodded slightly. He hadn't used that name for at least 6 months. It felt kind of, good.
Peter tapped on the box, whispered something like "Please work again" and stepped back next to the box. He smiled and asked Bill "Do you want to open it yourself?" "Or do you like it closed?"
Bill was confused over the last part and said "D-d-do it yourself, then it'll work, I believe in y-y-you!"
Peter smiled again and nodded. "Ladies and Gentlemen, from Peter the Great I give you the ultimate magic trick, that'll blow your minds!! "He opened the box, Bill threw himself against the wall as he saw the yellow slicker. "Bill?" the small shadow asked. Bill was in shock. "Juh- juh- georgie?" "Bill?" It was an emotional moment. Another boy, a bit older one came in from behind Georgie. "That must be Henry" Bill thought. All of the sudden everything flashed, Georgie was pulled from between the arms of Bill and Henry disappeared while waving to Peter. Peter waved back and after everything calmed down, he closed the box. Another set of lights and Peter was gone, the tree-house was gone. Bill woke up in his own bed. The paper boat was on his writing desk. Bill was confused. He saw a glimpse of yellow from beneath his bed sheets. He pulled the sheets back and there it was. A yellow raincoat. Georgie’s raincoat. Bill fell on his bed and stared into the ceiling. "I must find the buh-buh-boy" he said to himself before passing away. The raincoat was firmly in his hands and the boat facing the window, behind which rain was falling. It was getting dark. And cold.
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