‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Thirteen (Final Chapter)

“Al, no! Please, tell me what’s happening?”

But when Hannah looked in Al’s face, she no longer saw him in there.

She saw Mei instead.

Mei’s cruel, malicious eyes were what was looking back at her.

In total control over Al’s body again, the evil spirit made him raise the knife and point it at Hannah. Mei made him grab her by the throat and shove her against the dining room wall.

Shaking, she gasped, “Al…Al…” through what little voice Mei allowed her to let out.

Mei had Al bare hateful teeth, like a wolf’s fangs, as the knife came slowly closer to Hannah’s chest. Though Al was trying desperately to keep the blade from getting any closer to the woman he loved, she saw only Mei in his eyes–her malevolence, her single-minded wish to stab Hannah to death.

“It’s your…turn…to die, Hannah,” Mei’s feminine voice said through Al’s mouth.

“This…isn’t you, Al,” Hannah gasped, her one hand on the wrist of Al’s knife-gripping hand, her other trying to loosen Mei’s grip on her neck. “Fight it.”

The hand holding the knife was shaking, but for the moment not getting any closer.

“Of course…this isn’t…Al,” Mei said. “It’s Mei.”

“You’re a…split…personality?”

“No. I’m…one of…Al’s…ancestors.”

“That’s…nonsense. Al, you’re ill. You need…help.”

“Al needs…to die. As soon…as I’m finished…with you.”

The shaking knife was getting closer to her chest.

Hannah kept searching for Al in his eyes.

She still saw only Mei in them.

Al was feeling a splitting headache in his efforts to regain control over his body.

No, Mei, he thought. I won’t let you kill Hannah.

The tip of the blade was now a millimetre or two away from Hannah’s skin, just above the top button of her dress. The knife shook a bit, and the blade cut off the button, exposing more of her skin to the sharp tip.

“Al…please!”

A slight scrape of the tip let out a little red.

She looked in his eyes…and she saw Al again.

He was pulling the shaking knife away from her, with all of his strength, his headache killing him, and the soreness in his arms–from Mei’s attempt to keep control–adding to his agony.

Finally, with the knife-gripping arm safely away from Hannah, he started regaining control of his other hand, which loosened its grip on her neck. She pulled free and got away from the wall.

He turned to face her, having most of his control back. He was bent over, panting.

“Al? Are you OK? Are you back?”

“Yeah, I’m back, for the moment. Mei just left me, completely.”

“As soon as we call the police and explain what happened, we’ll find a therapist for you, and you can tell them all about this ‘Mei.'”

“No, Hannah. This can’t go on. I have to die.”

He was looking at that knife in his hand.

“What do you mean, you ‘have to die’? You won’t go to jail, Al. You’ll be found not guilty by reason of…no offence…insanity. We’ll get you the psychiatric help you need. I won’t abandon you.”

“You don’t understand, Hannah. My problem isn’t mental illness, though I’m sure it must look that way to you. The spirit of Mei, one of the family ancestors, is still inside my body. She relinquished control…I don’t know why, but she’ll come back and take control of me again. Then she’ll try to kill you again. I can’t fight her off forever. She will succeed, sooner or later. I can’t let that happen. To save you, I must kill myself.” Sobbing, he pointed the sharp end of the blade at his chest.

“Al, no! What are you talking about? There’s no evil spirit inside you. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. We’ll get help for you. I still love you. I’m sorry I said we were through. I still want us to be together.” Now she was sobbing.

“Hannah, I’m not insane.” His arms were shaking as he brought the tip of the blade to his chest. “I know full well what I’m doing. I know now that we cannot be together. I’m doing this, though, because I love you. Either Mei makes me kill you, or I kill myself. There is no other way out of this.”

“Al! Please, no! It’s just a delusion you’re having. Don’t stab yourself! I love you!”

She reached forward to take the knife from him.

“I love you, Hannah. Never forget that.”

He held the knife with the tip of the blade firmly against his chest, ready to push it in.

“God, no! Al, don’t!

“Oh, no, NO!

She saw no more Al in his eyes. She saw Mei’s cruel grin.

“Al, no!

He shook a bit, then raised the knife, as if to stab her.

“NOOOO!!!” he yelled.

Then the blade swung down in an arc…

…and it went deep in his gut.

“NOOOO!!!” she screamed.

He buckled and fell to the floor, his blood gushing out and staining his shirt.

She put her arms around him and kept screaming. She welcomed his blood on her dress, wanting the stains to stay there so she’d still have at least some of him with her.

I came to this house having everyone, she thought as she kept bawling. Now I have no one.

As she wept and wailed, holding his bloody body tightly against herself and practically bathing in the red, she’d had her eyes squeezed shut, as tight as her hold on his body. Then she opened them.

With her tears obstructing her vision, what she saw was blurry and distorted. In that blurry haze, she saw what at first seemed a hallucination.

She wiped away her tears for a clearer look.

No, it was still there.

And it made no sense.

A glowing vision of three old Chinese in traditional clothes–two women and a man.

In my grief, Hannah thought, I’m truly going crazy.

Thank you, Hannah, for helping us achieve our aim, Po said. You are free to go.

“I’m seeing things,” Hannah gasped. “This isn’t real.”

Oh, we are very real, Hannah, Meng said.

“Wait a minute: your voices sound familiar.”

That’s right, Mei said. You heard me from Al.

And me from Emily, Meng said.

And me from Freddie, Po said.

“I’m imagining this,” Hannah said. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. I’m going crazy.”

If you were going crazy, you wouldn’t think you were going crazy, Meng said. We’re real, we assure you.

Al wasn’t going crazy, either, Mei said. We really were possessing him and his family, and now that our work is done here, we can thank you and say goodbye.

“And what was ‘your work’ that had to be done?”

The destruction of the entire Dan family, Po said.

“Why did they, and the man I loved, have to be killed?”

For failing to pray to us, their ancestors, Mei said.

“I thought Al continued praying to you. He told me so. Why wasn’t that good enough for you?”

Because the snubbing of us by the rest of his family…our family…was already bad enough. We felt too dishonoured to forgive them, Meng said.

And when we aren’t sufficiently prayed to, we spirits turn into demons, Po said. The Dan family is almost an anomaly when it comes to Chinese culture. Most Chinese families are close and loving; this is because they pray to their ancestors. An impious attitude took hold of your boyfriend’s parents, in their adopting of Western secularism.

In rejecting belief in spiritual matters, like most of you in the West, their family unity broke down, and they came apart, Mei said. So many social and family problems that you see in Western society come from rejecting spirituality. This is why Chinese families, on average, hold together far better than your Western families.

“I call bullshit on all of that! My family wasn’t religious in any way, and we were always loving and happy. You destroyed Al’s whole family, and you murdered mine!” She was sobbing again.

She looked through her teary eyes and saw wicked grins on Po, Meng, and Mei.

Why did you kill my family? Why did you make Al kill himself? What did they do to you?”

Oh, we did that for the sheer fun of it, Meng said. We even put the idea in your mind to have your family meet the Dans for dinner…we prodded you to insist on it, never taking ‘no’ for an answer.

The three spirits were still grinning malevolently at her. Her jaw dropped.

“You’re evil, pure evil, far worse than Al’s family!”

What do you expect? Po asked. We’re devils. Thank you for your help, and goodbye.

The three grinning spirits faded away before her eyes.

Hannah let out a loud, ear-splitting scream.

Her screaming and bawling continued over a period of several minutes. A patrol car was going by the house, and the two police in it heard her. They stopped, got out of their car, and ran up to the house.

They looked in a window that revealed the dining room and saw Hannah, still on her knees and holding Al’s bloody body, always sobbing and shaking. They also saw Freddie’s and Emily’s bodies.

“Holy shit!” the male cop said.

“What the hell happened here?” the female cop said.

They went in the house and ran over to Hannah.

“Officer Wong calling,” the male cop said on his cellphone to the local precinct. “We have…what looks like..a triple homicide in the house at…just a minute, I need to take a look…137 Washington Street. We need an ambulance and stretchers.”

The female cop took Hannah in her arms.

“It’s OK, it’s OK,” she said, trying to soothe Hannah.

“No! It’s not OK!” Hannah screamed.

“What happened here? Who killed these people?”

Hannah’s words came out like a frantic firing of machine gun bullets, much too fast for the cops to process. “The ancestors did it! Three demons, two old women and an old man! They killed all of my family, too, up in the attic! They lured us all into a trap! They…”

“What is she raving about?” Officer Wong asked, sneering. “Three demons? Ancestors? This Chinese family may have believed in ancestors and evil spirits, but why would a white woman believe in that nonsense? My family never believed in that old tradition, and I’m glad they didn’t.”

“I have no answers for your questions, Officer Wong,” his partner said, rocking Hannah back and forth gently. “But I guess we’d better check the attic, too.”

“Alright,” he said. “You stay here with her, and I’ll go up there.” He went searching for the stairs.

The three spirits were waiting in the attic.

I don’t like Officer Wong’s lack of faith in us spirits, Po said to Meng and Mei. Maybe we can go after his family, too…just for fun.

All three spirits were grinning.

THE END

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Eleven

Hannah’s heart was beating even harder and faster now that she heard the door open and Freddie and Emily walk into their parents’ bedroom. It wouldn’t take long for them to deduce that she was hiding under their mom’s and dad’s bed.

Her mind was still racing, trying to make sense of all of the craziness that had been happening up until now, and especially now that she was next to be killed. Still, her priority was wondering what she’d do when Al’s brother and sister…and Al himself, once he was to come down from the attic after that kick she’d given him in the balls…found her. She had no time to process any of this.

She listened for Freddie and Emily.

Total silence.

No shuffling around, looking for her.

What were they doing? If they knew she was under the bed, why not just get down, look under, and grab her by the feet? Were they toying with her?

Yes, they were, actually.

The siblings were standing by the bed, looking down at it. There was nowhere else in the room for Hannah to have hidden, anyway–no closet big enough for her to fit into. Emily put her finger to her lips to tell Freddie to be quiet. They were smirking.

Hannah could hear light, unintelligible whispering.

“Let’s wait a while before getting her,” Emily said softly in Freddie’s ear. “Give her a moment to think through what’s happened…also drag out the terror for her, and the false hope.”

“Good idea,” he whispered back in Emily’s ear.

Hannah’s heart still pounding as hard and fast as ever, she began to think through everything that had happened to lead to this nightmare.

This was just supposed to be a pleasant dinner for both of our families to meet each other, she thought. Al was so resistant to me meeting his family, but I assumed it was just going to be some mundane problem. I never would have imagined, in a million years, that his family would be a bunch of murdering psychos…and that Al himself was one of them, too!

“Where is that loser, Al?” Freddie whispered.

“Shh!” Emily said, pointing at the bed.

All in one night, Hannah thought, I went from pleasantly anticipating meeting Al’s family, mine visiting them, and assuming I’d marry Al and unite our families in mutual love, to not only realizing that Al was being bullied by them, but also…having all of my immediate family…brutally murdered (She tried to hold back a sob), and worst of all, Al is one of the killers! I went from hopes of extending my family, to include his, to losing my family, Al’s family, and having to dump the man I love…loved! How could such extremes happen?

Now she let out an audible sob.

“Alright,” Emily whispered. “Let’s do this.”

She and Freddie squatted and looked under the bed.

Hannah at this moment was still far too absorbed in her thoughts to notice the siblings coming down to see her. This craziness has gotten so extreme, she continued thinking, that I have become a killer, too! I stabbed Al’s mom with that knife! It was self-defence, but I’d never in a million years see myself killing someone…wait…

She felt Freddie’s and Emily’s hands on her ankles, pulling her out from the bed.

“Ah!” she yelped, then grabbed onto the bedposts at the head of the bed to stop them from getting her out. The siblings kept yanking and yanking at her shaking legs, their grip irritating her skin and causing her shoulders and wrists to ache, but she kept a firm hold on those bedposts.

The siblings stopped yanking for a second, let out sighs of frustration at the same time, and in the voices of Po and Meng, they shouted, “Fang shou!”

Magic in those Chinese words forced Hannah to let go of the bedposts.

She screamed as Freddie and Emily pulled her out from the bed, her unable to conceive how mere words could force her to let go. Her screams were cut short by a blow from Emily’s fist on her head, smashing her face on the wooden floor, giving her a nosebleed and knocking her out. Meng’s spirit had given Emily’s fist extra strength.

“Let’s tie her up and take her downstairs,” she said in Meng’s deep, male voice.

“There’s rope in the room next door,” Freddie said in Po’s raspy, feminine voice. He left the room.

In the hall, he saw Al having just finished coming down the attic stairs.

“Where have you been, you loser?” Freddie asked in his own voice. “You’re fucking everything up again, aren’t you? Where are Mom and Dad? Emily and I are trying to take care of your girlfriend, and you’re wasting time in the–“

“Don’t talk to me that way, boy!” Al said in Mei’s authoritative, feminine voice. “I was stalled by Al’s determined efforts to regain control over his body. He killed your father, and Hannah killed your mother. I’ve finally subdued Al, so I can help you and Emily now.”

“Sorry, Mei,” Freddie said, bowing and gesturing to her with his hands clasped together. “I have to find some rope in the other room. Meng is with Emily in our parents’ bedroom. Hannah is knocked out. We have to tie her up and take her downstairs.” He went in the room to find the rope.

Mei took Al’s body into his parents’ bedroom.

Though Al’s soul, for the moment, was fully under Mei’s control, he was able to see, however passively, Hannah lying unconscious on the floor. He tried with all of his might to regain control over his body, but Mei was ensuring that he couldn’t make his body budge an inch.

Is Hannah dead? he wondered.

He couldn’t even weep for her.

Freddie returned with the rope, a bandana, and a small rubber ball to use as a gag for Hannah’s mouth. All three Dan family members, under the control of Po, Meng, and Mei, helped tie up and gag Hannah.

They carried her downstairs and into the dining room, and with some remaining rope, they tied her to a chair. They sat next to each other, Emily in the middle, at chairs on the other side of the table.

The whole time, Al had been trying, in all futility, to take control of his body and stop the other two. All he could do was watch helplessly, and be forced to help them through Mei’s possession of him.

“So,” Freddie said in Po’s voice. “What should we do with her, Al? We know you can see and hear us.”

“But you can’t do anything about it,” Emily said in Meng’s voice. “You broke our agreement, Al, so we’re under no obligation to do anything for you.”

“And doing things to upset you has always been much more amusing than doing things for you,” Po said. “What shall we do with her?”

“Kill her, of course,” Meng said.

“Of course, of course,” Po said. “But how?”

“In a way that Al will find the most upsetting. We should make him hold the knife that cuts into her chest.”

Al wanted to scream “NO!!!” at the top of his lungs…but he couldn’t even grunt.

“Then we can make him cut her body into pieces, cook them, and serve them as our dinner. The Dan family may have been sated at dinner, but we ancestral spirits haven’t had a bite to eat. We’ll let Al have the biggest share of Hannah’s cooked flesh.”

Mei curled Al’s lips upward in a smirk.

Al couldn’t even weep.

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Ten

“Oh, my God!” Hannah screamed. “Al! What the fuck are you doing?”

Al dropped the baseball bat on the floor. It bounced a few times, rattling by his feet.

He was shaking and weeping.

“Oh, God, Hannah,” he sobbed. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t me who killed your brother. It was–“

“Sorry?” she yelled. “What do you mean, it wasn’t you? I just saw you kill my brother, you crazy bastard! Why?

“It wasn’t me. It’s…the ancestors. Their spirits are taking control of our bodies.”

“What on Earth are you talking about, Al?”

“This is why…I didn’t want you to come here…and meet my family. They’re worse than crazy. They’re cursed…by the spirits of our ancestors.”

“None of this is making any sense, Al,” she sobbed. “Why did you just bash my brother’s brains in with that baseball bat? What did he do to you? Why did your family kill my mom and dad? What did they do to you?”

“When we moved…from China to here, my family decided…they didn’t want to pray…to the family ancestors anymore. I knew that would bring bad luck to us. I continued praying to them, but it wasn’t enough. The spirits of our ancestors have been plaguing us with bad luck for not praying to them anymore, but it always looks like it’s my fault. Only I pray to them, but I’m blamed for our problems. No good deed goes unpunished, I guess.”

“Al, you’re trying to tell me that ‘spirits’ are why you helped your family murder my entire family?!

“I killed my father, too…to stop him from killing your brother. I never stopped you from killing my mother, so you could save yourself.”

“And then you killed Doug yourself! Do you want a medal, or something?”

“Hannah, you don’t understand…the spirit of Mei, one of the family ancestors, took control of my body. She made me hit your brother with the bat. She killed him, not me.”

“You expect me to believe this nonsense?”

“When my mother tried to kill you, and she said, ‘Goodbye, Hannah,’ she spoke with a man’s voice, remember? Too low to be a woman’s voice. That’s because a man’s spirit, Meng’s, was controlling her body! The moans in the attic are also the voices of the spirits, luring you all up here. You gotta believe me, Hannah!”

“Oh, what does any of that prove, Al? Face the facts: your whole family is insane, including you. I’ve known lots of Chinese who were wonderfully nice people, and I thought you were one of them–the man I fell in love with was certainly one of them, but…” She looked down at the bodies of her family and resumed weeping. “Oh, my God!”

“The spirits tricked me into thinking that if…I gave them your family, they wouldn’t cause the two of us any bad luck, then…”

“There is no more ‘the two of us,’ Al.”

He wept louder. “Then I killed my father…to try to save your brother. The spirits saw that I broke my pact with them, and now they’re trying to ruin my life, to destroy our love! Mei came into me, and made me kill your brother. I’m so sorry, Hannah! I didn’t want any of this!”

“‘Sorry’ won’t fix this, Al. You and I are through.”

“Oh, no, NO!!! Hannah!” He was shaking and wincing.

“Bawling at me isn’t going to fix this either, Al. We shouldn’t see each other anymore.”

“No, you don’t understand. Mei…is coming into me…again. Go! Run! She’ll make me…kill you!”

He was fidgeting before her as if in pain.

All she saw was a crazy person.

He buckled to the floor, then reached for the bat.

“Run, Hannah! Get out…of the house!”

“Al, you need psychiatric help.”

In his pained voice, he said, “Mei will…” Then, with the bat in his hand, Mei hissed, “kill you!”

Hannah sneered at the creepy feminine voice coming out of his mouth.

With a crazed look in his eyes, and all of his teeth showing like bared fangs, Mei made him get up and raise the bat to his left, ready to crack it on Hannah’s head.

She screamed and ducked as Mei had him swing the bat from Hannah’s right to her left. The bat missed its mark, then she kicked him hard in the balls.

She ran for the pull-down attic stairs and got down to the third floor. Then she ran down the hall for the stairs to the second floor, but she heard two voices coming up from there.

“I’ll bet Al’s fucked this all up,” Freddie said to Emily as they were coming up from the stairs to the third floor.

“Without a doubt,” Emily said.

Hannah yelped, then ran back and found Mr. And Mrs. Dan’s bedroom. She looked around frantically for a place to hide as she could hear Freddie’s and Emily’s approaching steps, then she saw the bottom of the bed. She quickly slipped under it.

“Hannah,” Emily said with a smile as she and her brother reached their parents’ bedroom. “I know where she went.”

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Nine

Hannah could no longer contain herself.

“Oh, for God’s sake!” she said, rising from her seat.

“What’s your problem now?” Freddie asked with another of his smug smirks.

“What’s my problem now?” she said, sneering at his attitude with incredulity. “I can’t believe this family of yours!”

“Excuse me?” Mrs. Dan said.

“Yes, I’m saying that without holding it back this time,” Hannah said, her face red, not with embarrassment from making the Dans lose face, but with anger. “Mrs. Dan, my entire family has been missing for the past…what, half-hour at least? Not even Al has returned! What is going on here? Since when is this even remotely how guests are treated?”

“Hanna, please, calm down,” Mrs. Dan said.

“Calm down? All my dad did was go to the upstairs bathroom! All my mom and brother did was go up to find out what happened to them. They should all be back by now! Why aren’t they?”

“I’m sure there’s a simple explanation for all of this,” Freddie said, then, with an unmistakeable tone of contempt, “Take it easy.”

“Don’t you tell me to take it easy, Mr. Brother-bully!” Hannah shouted. “You can’t even do a simple thing like treat Al with respect, and you expect me to be cool when my entire family and boyfriend have gone missing for no good reason? There’s a simple explanation for this? You’ll need an extraordinary explanation for all of this, which–if I get it, if I actually get it–will get an extraordinary apology from me. I don’t see any of my family coming back. I don’t see Emily, or your dad or your brother coming back. What secret are you hiding from us?” She glared at both of them.

Mrs. Dan was laughing nervously. “Let’s go upstairs together, my dear,” she said to Hannah as she rose from her seat.

Hannah frowned at her. “And it will be my turn to disappear, I suppose,” she hissed. “At least you won’t have anyone else to complain about your less-than-stellar hospitality, will you, Mrs. Dan? And I’ll finally know the truth…with a knife in my back, I suppose?”

Mrs. Dan laughed again. “I assure you, my dear, at my age, I lack the strength to harm you even if I wanted to. Let’s go up the stairs and find them.”

“Or is this some elaborate prank, and I’m going to find them all up in the attic or something, laughing and partying,” Hannah said with a scowl as she followed Mrs. Dan out of the living room.

You’ll find them all in the attic, all right, Freddie thought. But they won’t be doing anything but bleeding, as you soon will be, you crabby little bitch.

“Please don’t take it too personally if I stay behind you the whole way up, Mrs. Dan,” Hannah said coolly.

“As you wish, dear,” Mrs. Dan said, then thought, Not that staying behind me will do you any good, of course.

“Of course, you’re not the only one I need to worry about, as far as possibly getting a knife in my back is concerned.”

That’s right, Mrs. Dan thought as they reached the second floor. “Would you like to look around the rooms on this floor, my dear?”

“No, I wouldn’t. I’d like you to show me around, while I keep my eyes open for any…surprises.”

“Very well,” Mrs. Dan said with another giggle, then she opened the door to the nearest of the rooms. She went in first, then Hannah followed, her eyes darting around everywhere for possible attackers. Mrs. Dan turned on the light.

Hannah quickly scanned the room for her family, and of course she found nobody. Then she went back to looking out for any lurking dangers.

“Nothing here,” she said with her permanent pout. “Let’s carry on to the next room.”

They left the room, Hannah always behind her host and looking out for trouble. They approached the next room. There was a noise inside it, something having fallen over.

“What was that?” Hannah snapped, her back straight and rigid.

“Let’s find out,” Mrs. Dan said as she opened the door, then turned on the light. Some boxes lay on the floor in a mess. The women went in the room.

Again, after Mrs. Dan switched on the light, Hannah remained behind her, taking quick looks around the room while remembering to look behind her in case someone was sneaking up on her. She stepped in further.

Apart from the mess of boxes in the middle of the floor, there didn’t seem to be anything of concern going on there. Hannah took a deep breath.

Whatever’s going on up here, she thought, I’m pretty sure I won’t be going back downstairs.

She felt something brush against her calf.

“Oh!” she yelped, then looked behind her and saw nobody. She looked down.

It was the cat.

She smiled, sighed, bent down, and petted it.

“Aww, cute little kitty cat,” she said.

She felt a hand touch her shoulder.

She yelped again and looked up behind her. The cat ran away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear,” Mrs. Dan said, taking her hand away. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to say that we seem to be finished in here, and so we can go on to the next room.”

“Oh, OK,” Hannah said with a nervous chuckle. She got up and followed Mrs. Dan out of the room.

As they went back into the hall, Hannah noticed something jutting out of the right front pocket of Mrs. Dan’s black pants. It hadn’t been there before. It looked like the handle of a knife.

Did she pocket it while I was distracted by the cat? she wondered. I don’t dare ask her about it, but I’m especially making sure she’s always within my field of vision now.

They went through the rest of the rooms on the second floor and found nothing, Hannah always checking to see if Emily or Mr. Dan was about to ambush her, while never taking her eyes off of Mrs. Dan. Then the two women went up the stairs, Mrs. Dan first, of course, to the third floor.

As they went through the rooms on the third floor, Hannah found it increasingly suspicious that there was still no trace of her parents or brother, nor of Mr. Dan, Emily, or Al.

“This doesn’t make any sense!” Hannah said in exasperation. “Where the hell is everyone?”

“I’m sure we’ll find them soon, d–“

“No, you tell me what you’ve done with them! Mrs. Dan, I’ll bet you and your family already know where they are, and you’re leading me into the same trap, aren’t you?”

“Oh, come, come, my d–“

“Don’t you ‘come, come’ me! Something screwy is–“

They heard a moan from up in the attic.

Hannah looked daggers at Mrs. Dan.

“Your plan is for me to be moaning like that, too, isn’t it?”

Mrs. Dan giggled again. “No, not at all, don’t be–“

“Let’s go up there. You first.”

As they went up the ladder to the attic, Hannah looked at that handle sticking out of Mrs. Dan’s pants pocket.

I’m no pickpocket, she thought, but maybe she’ll be too distracted from climbing the stairs to notice me pulling that knife out of her pocket, if that’s what it in fact is. She reached up slowly and carefully.

Another moan was heard from the stack of boxes.

“Over there,” Hannah said when both of them had reached the top of the stairs. She pointed to the boxes, then ran ahead.

Aren’t you worried about me being behind you? Mrs. Dan thought with a smirk.

Hannah went behind the boxes, near a window. A large, long blanket was covering whoever was moaning, or so it seemed. She threw the blanket off a bit and saw her father’s bifurcated, bloody face, and her mother’s bloody, slit throat.

She screamed out loud, then looked up, remembering Mrs. Dan. She could see her in the window reflection, raising the axe that had killed Brad, about to be buried in her back.

“Goodbye, Hannah,” Meng said through Mrs. Dan’s mouth.

Hannah spun around and lunged at the woman’s guts.

“Did you misplace this?” Hannah hissed at her.

Mrs. Dan dropped the axe behind her, looked down at her knife in her bloody belly, and said in Meng’s low voice,” So, it was…you who…took it. No…matter, another…will kill…you.”

She fell to the floor.

Shaking and panting, Hannah looked back at her parents’ corpses. “That psycho-bitch,” she gasped. “I knew something twisted was going on here. This whole family’s fucked up.” Then she turned around again, her eyes darting around frantically for that…other…who would kill her. She saw no one.

She looked back at the bodies, with teary eyes.

“Oh, Mom, Dad,” she sobbed.

Then she noticed the arm of another body beside her father’s. She saw the black shirt sleeve of Mr. Dan.

She threw the blanket further off, and indeed, it was his body, with a bloody gash in the chest.

“Oh, God!” she gasped, then retched. At least I don’t have to worry about him killing me, she thought, then she remembered to look around the attic again for any more attackers. “Freddie? Emily? No? Good.” Where’s Al?”

She heard another moan, from the far side of Mr. Dan’s body, under the blanket.

Where’s Doug? she wondered. “Oh, no.”

There was a slight movement under the blanket’s edge.

She went over, past the three revealed corpses, and dreaded what she was about to see, but held the hope that her brother was still alive…or was it Al?

She pulled the blanket away. Doug moaned again, his eyes half-open.

“Oh, God! Doug!” she said.

CRACK!!!

She gave a jolt, and screamed at the sight of his now-bloody, fractured skull.

Then she looked up.

The bat was in Al’s hands.

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Eight

After thoroughly checking all of the rooms on the second and third floors, Mr. Dan and Doug approached the bathroom, where Mr. Sandy had been before he was killed.

“Oh, no–now I have to use the can,” Doug said, then went in.

After he closed the door, Mr. Dan thought, And I have to find something just right for you, young man.

But first, he pulled down the attic stairs, then went up them. He peeked his head in, hearing Emily still cleaning up the blood.

“You just about finished up here?” he asked in Chinese.

“Almost,” she said in Chinese. “Just a little more to wipe up.”

“Well, hurry up,” he said. “I’m taking Hannah’s brother up here. He’s in the bathroom. He’s taking his time in there; I guess it’s a number two, but who knows? Maybe not. I’ll send something up to you. Wait to get it, but hurry with the cleaning!”

He went back down, heard Doug fart and grunt, and he surmised that, indeed, it had to be a number two. He’d have a little more time to find…something just right for Doug.

He went into a room next to the one with the boxes, looked around impatiently, and found a baseball bat. He heard some shuffling steps out in the hallway. Oh, no, he thought, Hannah’s brother. Then after a worried pause, he opened the door and looked out.

Nobody out in the hall.

The bathroom door was still closed.

Was Doug still crapping in there?

Mr. Dan went up to the bathroom door to listen. He heard another fart, the slipping out of shit, and a horrible stink.

He squished up his face in disgust, but was relieved that Doug was still in there and suspected nothing. Mr. Dan went up the attic steps with the baseball bat.

“Emily,” he called.

“What?” she said with surprise, looking back at him from the corner where she’d just finished cleaning. “I thought you were already up here. I heard–“

“No, not yet,” he said, then presented the bat. “Put this over there, then get out of here.”

She took the bat, put it in the corner opposite where she’d been cleaning, and rushed over to the attic stairs.

“I’ve got to clean all this blood off my–” she began as she went down the stairs.

“Shh!” he said. “Hurry up and get out of here before he comes out of the bathroom!”

She went down the hall and took the stairs to the second floor. As soon as she’d disappeared, Doug came out of the bathroom.

Mr. Dan let out a sigh of relief.

“What are you so relieved about, Mr. Dan?” Doug asked, looking askance at him.

“Oh, nothing,” Mr. Dan said with a smile and a slightly nervous chuckle. “I was just getting a little impatient waiting for you to finish, that’s all. Sorry about that.” He gestured to the pulled down attic stairs. “Shall we look in the attic now? It’s the only place we haven’t looked.”

“OK.”

They went up into the attic, Doug first.

He heard moaning in one corner of the attic and rushed over to see. “Dad? Mom?” he called out.

Meanwhile, Mr. Dan sneaked over to the other corner, picked up the bat where he’d seen Emily leave it, and hid it behind his legs by the time Doug looked back.

“There’s nobody here,” Doug said. “I heard moaning right from here, but there’s no source for the moans.”

“Really?” Mr. Dan said. “There’s a lot of shadow behind all those boxes. Look again.”

“I’m looking at the shadow behind the boxes, but there’s nothing–wait, under that blanket over there.”

As Doug was approaching it, Mr. Dan raised the bat over his head. “Goodbye, Doug,” he said in a female voice.

“Emily, are you up here?” Doug asked as he pulled back the blanket, revealing his parents’ bloody bodies. He gasped, his eyes widening.

“No, not Emily,” Mr. Dan said in that woman’s voice.

“Mei’s voice,” a young man said from behind Mr. Dan, who turned around to see who it was.

Now he gasped, his eyes widening.

Al swung the axe right at his father’s chest. Blood sprayed out when it dug deep into him.

Mr. Dan fell to the floor, the bat dropping and hitting him on the head. His blood grew into a large puddle all over the floor.

“Al, Jesus fuck!” Doug said. “How could you do that?”

“It wasn’t easy,” Al panted. “That’s for sure. I’m so sorry, Papa.” He bent down and closed his father’s eyes. “Goodbye. Forgive me. I had no choice.” He rose to his feet.

“Why would you kill your own dad, Al?”

“To stop him from bashing your brains in with that bat, of course.”

“What? Al, this is so fucked up! What’s going on? Why would your family…wanna kill my family? Oh, God…Mom, Dad…” He looked back at his parents’ corpses with tears forming in his eyes.

“Because the spirits of my ancestors are taking possession of my family’s bodies to take you all as sacrifices, so my ancestors won’t bother Hannah and me anymore,” Al said in a cold, monotone voice.

“What? What horseshit are you talking about?”

“My family stopped praying to the spirits of our ancestors years ago,” Al explained. “The spirits got angry because of this disrespect, and they’ve been plaguing our family ever since.” He put the axe down on the floor beside him, next to the bat.

“Spirits, Al?” Doug asked, looking at him with a sneer. “Seriously? Let’s face it: You’re a family of homicidal nutjobs. No offence intended to Chinese people in general, but I don’t want you anywhere near my sister!”

“I love Hannah more than anything, and I’m truly sorry for what happened to your parents,” Al said in sobs. “The spirits forced me to agree with this, so I could marry her one day and we could live in peace. If they know I’ve broken the agreement, they–“

“Fuck you, Al, you and your fucked-up family!” Doug bawled.

Al was silent as Doug looked down at his parents’ bodies and wept for them.

“Oh, no…NO!” Al suddenly said.

“What?” Doug said.

But before Doug could turn his head back and see what was going on, he felt a crack of the baseball bat on his head, knocking him out.

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Seven

“What is taking them so long?” Hannah asked with an audible tone of anger.

“Agreed,” Doug said. “I don’t like this. Sorry to be so blunt, but our mom and dad should have been back here sitting in the living room by now. Not even…what’s her name?…Emily, not even she’s back.”

“I wanna go find them,” Hannah said urgently, rising from her chair.

“No,” Al said with even more urgency. “Stay here.”

“Why?” she asked, glaring at him, suspecting he knew something she didn’t.

“Because,” he said, squirming in his chair and searching for a plausible excuse. “I-I just want you here with me.”

“I agree,” Doug said, getting up from the sofa. “I’ll go find them. I don’t like you going up there, Hannah.” He was looking at Al’s family with suspicious eyes as he said that last sentence.

“I’ll take you upstairs and help you look for them,” Mr. Dan said, getting up from his chair.

“Yeah, sure,” Doug said. “I can take you in a fight, if necessary.”

Hannah scowled at her brother for his rudeness while Mr. Dan laughed. “I assure you, young man, that won’t be necessary. I’m sure there’s a simple explanation for all of this. Come with me.”

Al continued to squirm in his chair as his father led Doug out of the living room and towards the stairs. Hannah was watching her boyfriend’s nervousness with some worry of her own.

The sprits have killed Hannah’s parents, Al thought. I’m sure of it. Po, Meng, and the other spirits are possessing my family members’ bodies and killing off Hannah’s family. Her brother is next to die, and Dad’s going to be his murderer this time. Emily is probably still cleaning up the mess after killing Hannah’s mother. In any case, if Emily came down now without Mrs. Sandy, she’d have a hard time explaining why neither Hannah’s mom nor her dad are back. I’m gonna have to intervene, as nasty as Po and the other spirits are gonna be to me. I should never have agreed to giving Hannah’s family to the ancestors. I won’t be able to live with myself if I just sit idly by while her whole family is murdered.

Al jumped up from his chair all of a sudden.

“What’s your problem, loser?” Freddie asked, sneering.

“I gotta use the bathroom,” Al said, glaring back at his smart-ass brother.

“Ooh, dirty look,” Freddie said, smirking.

“My boyfriend is not a ‘loser,’ Freddie,” Hannah said, looking coolly into his eyes.

“Are you sure about that?” Freddie said with a smug grin.

“Yes, I am,” she said, still looking straight in his eyes. Her voice would rise in a crescendo as she stood up. “And I’m also sure that you have a really offensive attitude. It’s bad enough that my parents are mysteriously missing, and you’re only making things harder with your abusive remarks. Why can’t you just love your brother? Now I understand why Al was so uncomfortable about me meeting his family!”

Freddie was laughing now. “Whoa!”

Mrs. Dan wasn’t so impressed, though.

You will pay for making my family lose face, girl, she thought as she frowned at Hannah.

Hannah saw the angry look on Mrs. Dan’s face and realized she’d crossed over the line.

“Oh, uh…” she stammered. “I…w-wasn’t directing that at…all of your family, Ms. Dan, just…”

“At Freddie,” Mrs. Dan said with a grin as Hannah sheepishly sat back down. “I will admit that he does need to mind his manners.” Now she was glaring at him. His smart-ass smile faded.

“Anyway,” Al said in a wobbly voice. “I gotta use the bathroom.” He was walking toward the exit that led to the stairs.

“Why are you going that way, Al?” his mother asked. “The way to the first-floor bathroom is out the other way.” She pointed to the exit at the opposite side of the living room. “You’re not thinking of using one of the upstairs bathrooms, are you?”

“Of course I am,” Al said. “You yourself told Mr. Sandy that the ground floor toilet is broken. We all know that. How could you forget, Ma?”

“Oh, old age must be making me scatterbrained,” she said, giggling and tapping her head. “I just find it odd that you have to go upstairs so soon after your father took her brother up there.” She was now glaring at him, as if something supernatural inside her body could read his mind. “You don’t by chance have some other reason for going up there, do you, Al?” She took a sip of her tea.

“I just need to pee, Mama,” Al said, then went out for the stairs. I hope that was just her being suspicious, and not Po, he thought.

“Don’t piss your life away,” Freddie said in a deep voice. “Loser.”

He looked right at frowning Hannah and grinned.

She saw a devil in his eyes.

Al thought he had heard Meng in his brother’s voice.

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Six

Between ten and twenty minutes later, Freddie came down the stairs and into the living room, where everyone was having after-dinner tea. He had changed his clothes.

Margaret looked up with hope to see Brad finally returning. She frowned to see only Freddie.

“Where is my husband?” she asked. “He’s been way too long up there.”

“It must be his gout slowing him down,” Hannah said.

“It shouldn’t be slowing him down this much,” Margaret said. “Even if he had to do a Number Two.”

“Did you see my dad up there, Freddie?” Hannah asked him. “And why are you dressed differently?”

“Oh, uh,” he began, “I found a mess up there that urgently needed cleaning, and I got some of the mess on my clothes, so I changed them. I never saw your dad, probably because I was so busy in a room up there cleaning the mess.”

“Well, I’m beginning to worry,” Margaret said.

“I can take you upstairs and help you look for him, Mrs. Sandy,” Emily said. “Let’s go.”

“OK,” Margaret said. “Thank you, Emily.”

They both got up and started walking out of the living room towards the stairs. As Emily was following Margaret, Freddie put something in his sister’s hand while no one else was looking.

As they were going up the stairs to the second floor, Emily caught up with Margaret.

“I’d like to check every floor,” Margaret said. “Just in case.” They reached the second floor. “Brad? Are you there?”

No answer.

“I hate to snoop around your house,” she said, “so I’ll let you show me the areas you feel more comfortable with me seeing, Emily.”

“That’s fine, Mrs. Sandy.”

They went through the hall, room by room.

“Brad?” Margaret called again.

“Mr. Sandy?” Emily called out.

No answer.

Emily opened the doors of the rooms so Margaret could look in. No sight of her husband anywhere, of course.

“OK,” Margaret said with a sigh. “Shall we go up to the third floor?”

“If you wish, Mrs. Sandy,” Emily said.

They returned to the stairs, and started going up to the next floor. “Brad?” Margaret called. “Where are you?”

Still no answer, of course.

Margaret’s heart was pounding. She shook all over. A drop of sweat or two ran down her face.

“Brad!” she shouted as they were reaching the third floor. “Brad!”

Silence.

“I’m sorry for the shouting, Emily,” she said with a wobbly voice. “But this is starting to scare me.”

“I understand,” Emily said as they were now leaving the stairs and walking down the third floor hallway. “And don’t worry. I’m sure we’ll find your husband soon, and there will be a perfectly reasonable explanation for–“

“Aaah!” Margaret screamed.

She saw a few drops of blood on the floor just by the door to the room where Brad had found the cat. In fact, that cat was walking by right at that moment, with a few spots of Brad’s blood on its ginger fur.

“Oh, Mrs. Sandy,” Emily said, picking up the cat and showing it to her. “The blood isn’t your husband’s. It’s our cat’s–see? Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s fine. Let’s just keep looking for him, OK?”

“I’d really like to believe you,” Margaret said, not seeing any actual signs of injury on the cat, just the spots of blood as if they’d come from somewhere else. “But frankly, I’m afraid I don’t.”

“Very well. Let’s keep looking.”

“What’s in that room?”

“Oh, nothing interesting. Just a lot of boxes.”

“Is it OK if I take a look in there?”

“Well…uh…sure, but I see no reason why your husband would be in there.” Emily frowned, Margaret noting some tension in her eyes.

“I’d like to see what’s in there,” Margaret said firmly.

Emily hesitated. “Well, alright.” She opened the door.

Nothing could be seen in the dark.

“You must have a light switch,” Margaret said.

“Of course,” Emily said, then turned on the light.

Just stacks of books. No blood.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had clairvoyance to know what had happened in there.

Margaret got a good look around the room and was satisfied about it, but was wondering about Emily.

“OK, Emily,” she said. “Let’s keep looking.”

They went out of the room, Emily turned off the light and closed the door, and they continued down the hall in the direction of the bathroom, the door of which Brad had left wide open, and so it was easy to see that no one was in it.

A moaning sound, with the deep voice of a man, was heard from above.

“Brad?” Margaret said, her head pointing up.

“That sounded like it was coming from the attic,” Emily said. “Come this way.” They continued down the hall towards the bathroom. She gestured at the ceiling. “We go up there.”

“Pull down attic stairs?”

“Yes,” Emily said, getting a short step ladder from the bathroom to stand on. She got on, pulled down the attic stairs, then went up into the attic, Margaret following immediately after.

More low groaning, from a far corner opposite from where the two women were.

“Brad?” Margaret called in the darkness, her hands cutting through cobwebs as she went in the direction of the groans. “Are you in here?”

There was another groan, but this time it was from a corner in the opposite direction.

“What the–?” Margaret said, then tripped over something and almost fell down.

Standing behind Margaret, Emily was smiling.

As Margaret continued stumbling in the dark to where she’d heard this last groan, Emily took what Freddie had given her out of her pocket.

“Is there an electric light in here, Emily?”

‘Yes, of course,” Emily said, still smiling. “I’ll go get it.”

Just as Margaret had reached that corner, a moan was heard from far back behind her.

“Why do all the moans keep coming from different places?” Margaret’s pulse was racing. “You’d think someone was pulling a prank on me. If so, it’s not at all funny.”

Emily tugged a string, and a light bulb shone from the ceiling in the centre of the attic.

As in the other room, boxes were stacked everywhere, all clad in cobwebs.

“At least I can see now,” Margaret said, her eyes racing around the area to find the source of the groaning. As she walked toward where she’d heard the last groan, another came from the opposite direction. “Oh, for God’s sake, not again! What’s going on here? Are you part of this mind game, Emily?” She looked behind her and saw Emily standing immediately in back of her, grinning eerily. “What are you doing, Emily?”

“I am not Emily, Mrs. Sandy,” a deep, male voice said out of her mouth. “I am Meng, one of the Dan family’s ancestors.”

Margaret didn’t have time to react to that monstrosity of a voice, for she saw, just over Emily’s shoulder and among the boxes in a corner, her husband’s legs lying on the floor.

“Brad?” she called out, then shoved Emily to the side and ran over to his body.

A white sheet, stained with blood, was wrapped around Brad’s head. Blood stains were all over his clothes.

She gasped, then unwrapped the sheet as unwillingly as could be, but needing to know the ugly truth. The deep axe wound in his face gave her that needed truth.

“Aaaaahhh!!!”

Her screams were cut short by a deep slice in her throat by the blade of the straight razor Freddie had given Emily. Her blood was gushing out as she fell. Emily lay Margaret’s body next to Brad’s.

“And now, you can be together forever, Mr. and Mrs. Sandy,” Meng said.

‘The Ancestors,’ a Horror Story, Chapter Five

“I gotta use the washroom,” Freddie said, then got up and left the dining room.

Good, Hannah though, frowning as she watched him walk away. Fall in the toilet and drown in there, why don’t you? As long as you stop belittling the man I love.

“Oh, nuts,” Brad said, squirming in his chair. “I gotta go, too. Do you have another bathroom, please?”

“On the third floor,” Emily said.

Brad frowned a bit. “You don’t have one here on the ground floor?”

“We do, but the toilet in it is broken,” Mrs. Dan said. “If you can’t wait for Freddie to get back, I’m afraid you’ll have to use the one on the third floor. Sorry.”

“And Freddie takes forever in the bathroom,” Al said.

“And you don’t?” Emily snapped at him.

He raised his middle finger at her, his other hand covering it so the others wouldn’t see.

“Ooh, the finger,” she said.

Brad let out a big sigh and got up. “I guess I’ll have to go up there,” he said. “My gout’s gonna kill me, but I don’t wanna hold this in much longer.” He went out of the room.

Hannah leaned over to her mother and whispered in her ear, “I hate for Dad to suffer with his gout going up those stairs, but if Freddie takes forever in the second-floor bathroom, I’ll be OK with his prolonged absence.”

“Agreed,” Margaret whispered back in Hannah’s ear.

Mr. and Mrs. Dan gave the two whisperers a cool glare, not approving of the privacy of their brief exchange. The two looked back at them with a shudder.

Just a few more steps, Brad thought as he struggled to reach the third floor. God, my foot is killing me!

When his two feet were finally on the third floor, he let out a grunt of relief. He saw, at the end of the hall, a wide-open door revealing the bathroom. Now he just had to limp his way over there.

He got in, closed the door and locked it, then lifted the toilet seat. He unzipped his pants, took it out, and let out a long, loud sigh of relief as he began emptying himself in the toilet bowl.

That was worth the pain in my foot, he was thinking as his bladder got emptier and emptier. Maybe.

Now, completely voided, he gave it a shake, put it away, and zipped himself up. He let out another sigh of relief and washed his hands after flushing.

He groaned in pain as he shuffled his feet and left the bathroom. Going down the stairs wouldn’t be quite as bad for him as going up, but the damage had already been done by the three-floor ascent. He was not looking forward to returning.

If only they had a stair lift here, as we have at home, he thought as he, wincing in pain, limped back to the stairs.

“Hello,” he heard someone say in an exaggerated, sing-song voice, as if mocking him, from behind.

“What?” he said looking back and seeing no one.

“Hello,” the male voice said again, in the same mocking way. “How do you do?”

“That isn’t funny,” Brad said, grateful only that the voice was giving him an excuse not to keep moving on that painful foot. “Maybe you think it’s amusing, but it isn’t.”

He took another step, then one with his bad foot. He moaned in pain.

“I love you,” his watcher called in that sing-song voice again.

“What kind of an idiot are you?” Brad said.

“Fuck you,” the boyish voice said.

“Is that you, Freddie? You aren’t just an asshole to your brother; you’re an asshole to everybody, aren’t you?”

“Come in here, and find out if I’m Freddie or not.”

“I don’t think I want to waste my time with someone so disrespectful to guests. Besides, my foot can’t handle moving around any more than I have to.”

The door to a room right next to him in the hallway suddenly opened. Brad looked in and saw nobody, though the light was off and little could be seen. He heard a slight grunting sound.

“What’s that?” he said softly. An animal, or just that jerk making animal noises?

He heard the grunt again. If that was Freddie, or whoever, making the grunts, he was good at doing animal impressions. The pain in his foot was subsiding.

I like animals, and I’m not looking forward to going down all those stairs, he thought as he turned to face the opened door. What the hell–I’ll take a look.

In he went, wincing from his aching foot. He felt around the wall in the darkness for the light switch as he tried to find, in the dimness, the source of the grunts.

Just before he found the switch, he heard another sing-song “Hello.”

The light went on.

No animal.

No speaker.

Just boxes of things, stacked up all over the room.

He shuffled further into the room slowly, grunting with every movement of that sore foot. He looked around to see if the grunts were from an animal or from Freddie.

He heard another grunt, from behind some of the boxes. The space behind them was too small for Freddie, or anyone else, to be hiding there.

He shuffled closer to the boxes.

He heard another grunt.

He bent down by the back of the boxes.

The door creaked.

With his bad legs and his awkward position, he wasn’t able to look around in time to see if Freddie, or whoever that was, made the door creak.

He saw no one in the room, but the door was now swung all the way open, instead of half-open, as it had been when he went in. Freddie, if it was him, had to be hiding behind the door, in the corner of the room opposite from where Brad was.

He heard another grunt.

He looked behind the boxes. It was a cat with ginger fur. Now it began meowing.

“Aww,” he said, reaching out. “C’m’ere, my little sweetheart.” He picked it up, then straightened up slowly with a groan from his stiff back. “What were you doing back there?” he asked while stroking its back and enjoying the sound of its purring. “You little silly–“

“Hello.”

He turned around and looked over at the door with a glare. Alright, asshole, he thought as he began limping toward the door, always stroking the cat. What nonsense do you have planned for me behind there?

Though he was impatient to get over there and find whoever was behind the door and get this nonsense over with, his sore foot was still slowing him down.

He inched closer and closer.

There was total silence.

Now, he would have preferred to hear another hello.

Finally, he reached the door.

He grabbed it, ready to swing it the other way.

As he did, he said, “Alright, asshole, what’s your–?”

No one was there.

“Mmm?” he said.

The cat was fidgeting in his other arm.

“Oh, I guess you wanna be let go.”

He let the cat drop from his arm, its feet tapping the floor.

“Good evening, Mr. Sandy,” the hoarse voice of an old woman said from behind him.

“Oh?” he said, startled, then turned around.

His eyes and mouth widened.

Before he could scream or process what he saw, an axe came chopping into his face, cutting his head almost into halves and spraying his blood everywhere. In the split second that he had to take in who had killed him, he saw Freddie.

The rest of his body shook for a few seconds, then it fell to the floor with a thump.

The cat meowed again.

“Come, kitty,” Po said through Freddie’s mouth in Chinese. “Run along back downstairs. I have a mess to clean up. At least his foot won’t be troubling him anymore.”

Analysis of ‘It,’ Part VII (Final Part)

Here are links to Parts I, II, III, IV, V, and VI, if you haven’t read them yet.

XXIX: Out

This chapter begins with another description of the rainstorm outside, and how things have developed as of 9:00 to 10:00 AM (pages 1411-1415). As with the last such description, it’s all one continuous paragraph (this time, for about four and a half pages) except for the last sentence, in which Andrew Keene, grandson of Norbert, isn’t sure if he can believe what he’s seen: the destruction of the Standpipe, something that up until then “had stood for his whole life.” (page 1415)

As I said last time, this uninterrupted flow of words, in its mass of formlessness, represents the undifferentiated trauma of Lacan’s Real. We may be reading words here, but their presentation, without any breaks except for the last sentence, suggests a lack of order, a kind of word salad, symbolizing the inability to verbalize.

Wind-speeds are at an average of fifty-five miles an hour, with gusts of up to seventy (page 1411). Though the water department initially ruled out a flooding of downtown Derry, it’s now not only possible but imminent, and for the first time since the summer of 1958, when the kid Losers went into the sewers.

Howard Gardener has a brief image of Hitler and Judas Iscariot, two of the great villains of history, handing out ice-skates; the water is now almost at the top of the Canal’s cement walls. Adding to the apocalyptic theme, Harold will tell his wife later that he thinks the end of the world is coming (page 1412).

By page 1413, the Standpipe already has a pronounced lean, like the tower of Pisa. As I said above, Andrew Keene has watched its whole destruction in disbelief (pages 1412-1415), though he’s been smoking so much Colombia Red that at first he thinks he’s been hallucinating.

Meanwhile, down in the tunnels, adult Bill and Richie are still going after It (page 1416). It wants them to let It go, but they’re very close now.

The Spider offers Bill and Richie long lives of two, three, five hundred years if they’ll let It go (page 1417). It will make the two men gods of the Earth–one is reminded of Satan tempting Jesus in the wilderness (Matthew 4:8-9).

Bill and Richie start hitting the Spider with their right fists and with not only all their might, but also with “the force of the Other,” this being Gan, as I’ve mentioned in earlier parts of this analysis, but that force is also that Lacanian Other of social togetherness as against the dyadic, one-on-one narcissism that uses only one other as an extension of oneself. This is the Other of solidarity: it’s “the force of memory and desire” [recall their lovemaking with Bev when they were kids, and how I said it symbolized their solidarity]… “the force of love and unforgotten childhood.” (page 1417)

The section is titled The Kill, for this is where Bill finally kills It by plunging his hand into the Spider and crushing Its heart (page 1418). To do Shadow work properly, you have to go down deep into the darkness, and get to the heart of the matter.

After the Spider dies, Bill hears the Voice of the Other, telling him he “did real good.”, even though the Turtle, it would seem, is dead (page 1419). Gan, the real God of Stephen King’s cosmology, is very much alive.

In the next section, Derry 10:00-10:15 AM, we confront the destruction of downtown Derry. The statue of Paul Bunyan has exploded (page 1420). Recall how it was associated with Pennywise when adult Richie was terrorized by It; fittingly, it’s destroyed around the time that Bill has killed the Spider.

And at 10:02 AM, again, when Bill has killed It, downtown Derry collapses (page 1421). When Bill regroups with Bev, Ben, and Richie, they get Audra, and they’re trying to find their way out (in the section fittingly titled Out, pages 1429-1435); they are aware of a growing light that shouldn’t be there in the Canal under the city (page 1431).

This is what happens when one does Shadow work: one goes deep into the darkness, into the heart of the matter, and one makes the darkness light. One integrates dark and light. What is unconscious is made conscious. This is what the collapsing of downtown Derry symbolizes.

The Losers realize that the street has caved in, for they recognize pieces of the Aladdin movie theatre down there with them (page 1432). This mixing of parts of upper, surface Derry with the underground symbolizes that integration of the conscious with the unconscious, a uniting of the dark with the light. Indeed, it seems to Bill that most of downtown Derry is in the Canal and being carried down the Kenduskeag River (page 1433).

The Losers climb up to the surface of the city, carrying catatonic Audra (page 1434). A small crowd applauds them when they’ve emerged (page 1435). The applause is fitting, even if the crowd doesn’t know what the Losers have just done, for they deserve it nonetheless–they’re the heroes of Derry. The Losers have become the Winners. The mark of that small door, they’ve noticed, is gone (page 1428). The cuts on their hands–from their childhood pledge to return to Derry if It returned (dealt with in the section titled Out/Dusk, August 10th 1958, pages 1440-1444)–are gone. The ordeal is finally over.

Bill, Ben, Bev, and Richie reach the corner of Upper Main and Point Street; there they see a kid in a red rainslicker sailing a paper boat along water running in the gutter (pages 1438-1439). Bill thinks it’s the boy with the skateboard he met before. He tells the boy that everything is all right now, and to be careful on his skateboard. Since the kid’s rainslicker is red instead of yellow, and since Pennywise is gone, perhaps all he needs to worry about now is the Big Bad Wolf.

Of course, not everything is all right. Bill still has to deal with what’s happened to Audra. I’ve discussed in Part II [see the chapter, “Bill Denbrough Beats the Devil (I)”] how he does this. The point is that it will involve once again the novel’s theme of facing one’s fears.

XXX: Derry: The Last Interlude

Just as there is duality in so many other forms as I’ve described them in It–namely, the dialectical unity of opposites–there is also duality in the ending of the novel in the form of two epilogues, this last interlude and the actual epilogue after it.

Things are disappearing, as Mike notes in his journaling, starting June 4th, 1985. Bill’s stutter is disappearing (page 1447). The fading away of his speech impediment symbolizes how his resuming of the regular spoken use of language marks his leaving the trauma of the Real and his re-entry into the Symbolic, into society, a healing union with other people. He just has to achieve the same thing for catatonic Audra, who won’t say a thing.

Richie has disappeared: he’s flown back to California. Their memories of what happened are also slowly disappearing (page 1448). Just little details are being forgotten for now. Bill thinks the forgetting is going to spread, but Mike thinks that that may be for the best.

It’s a bad thing to repress trauma, so it’s there, bothering you without you being able to figure out what it is so you can do something about it. It’s also a bad thing, though, to ruminate endlessly over past pain. Since they have killed It once and for all, it’s probably best for them to let it go. In bad remembering and bad forgetting, we have another duality in It.

At the same time, though, there’s also good remembering and forgetting–in this case, their friends. Bill thinks that maybe he’ll stay in touch with Mike, for a while, but the forgetting will put that to an end. Ben later hugs Mike and asks if he’ll write to Ben and Bev…again, Mike will write for a while, for as with Bill, Mike knows he’s forgetting things, too (page 1451).

After a month or a year, his notebook will be all he has to remember what happened in Derry. Forgetting is filling Mike with panic, but it also offers him relief. This, again, is an example of the good/bad duality in the novel. Because It is finally and truly dead, no one needs to stand guard for Its reappearance twenty-seven years later.

Fifty percent of Derry is still underwater, the apocalyptic consequence of having destroyed It (page 1452). How does one rebuiild a city whose downtown has collapsed in a kind of Great Flood?

The forgetting is continuing. Mike has forgotten Stan’s last name (page 1454). Richie has forgotten it, too–was it Underwood? No, that isn’t a Jewish name…no, it was Uris, they finally remember.

Mike has almost forgotten Stan and Eddie. Did the latter have asthma, or a chronic migraine (page 1455)? He phones Bill and asks: Bill remembers the asthma and the aspirator, which Mike recalls only when Bill has mentioned it (page 1456). Mike has also forgotten Eddie’s surname; Bill thinks it was something like Kerkorian, but of course that’s wrong.

Yet another thing is disappearing: the names and addresses of Mike’s friends in his book (page 1457). He could rewrite and rewrite everything, but he suspects that the rewrites will all fade away, so why bother?

He has a nightmare that makes him wake up in a panic, and he can’t breathe. He also can’t remember the dream (page 1458). Such is the nature of repressed trauma. All this stuff is forgotten, but it’s still in one’s head. Still in his hospital bed, Mike has a vision of that male nurse with the needle…or of Henry and his switchblade.

Bill is the only one Mike remembers clearly now. Bill has an “idea” of what he can do about Audra, but it’s so crazy that he doesn’t want to tell Mike what it is (page 1457).

XXXI: Epilogue: Bill Denbrough Beats the Devil (II)

His crazy idea, of course, is to take catatonic Audra on Silver, his old bike, and ride with her out into the danger of the traffic, to snap her out of it. This racing on his bike, risking a crash and serious injury, if not death, is him trying to beat the Devil, as he did as a kid when racing to the drugstore to get Eddie’s medicine.

It’s an insane, desperate act, but as with his friend, Eddie, it’s an act of selflessness, for if Audra dies with Bill in a crash, it probably won’t matter, for in her catatonia, she’s already in a state of living death…Lacan’s Real, with no differentiation between life and death, and no ability to verbalize her trauma, to leave the Real and enter the Symbolic.

To leave the Real, one must have a sense of differentiation. Bill is getting a sense of that for himself before he imposes differentiation on Audra. He goes from naked in Mike’s bedroom (Bill and Audra have been staying in Mike’s house until he is released from the hospital) to fully dressed (pages 1461-1462). He goes from inside to outside, taking Silver out of the garage and onto the driveway (page 1463); he’s been thinking about leaving Derry, too, from inside the city to outside (pages 1463-1464).

In his imagination, Bill sees Derry as it was when he was a kid, a differentiation between the past and the present, between his childhood and his adulthood, for those memories–including the intact Paul Bunyan statue–are in stark contrast with the destroyed Derry of the present (page 1464).

He needs Audra to experience differentiation, too, between life and death, specifically, and by putting both of them right on the brink between the two, he hopes she’ll sense that differentiation and snap out of it. The danger of this, of course, is augmented by the fact that he’s way too old to be doing stunts on his old bike.

Naturally, he’s also full of conflict over whether he should be doing this–surely, he can’t!–and yet if he doesn’t at least try it, she’ll stay in her catatonia for the rest of her life. It, as I’ve observed in the previous parts, is all about facing one’s fears, for doing so is how the beat the Devil.

As he’s riding, in imitation of the Lone Ranger, Bill shouts out “Hi-yo Silver, AWAYYYYYYY!” (page 1468), as he used to do as a kid. Like the Lone Ranger, he is being a hero for Audra as he was for Eddie, yet paradoxically, he could also be about to kill her. We see the good/bad duality once again.

There’s also been his contemplation of leaving Derry, and whether or not he should look back (page 1469). It’s best not to look back: after all, Lot’s wife turned into a pillar of salt for looking back at burning Sodom and Gomorrah. This must be why the Losers are forgetting everything–we mustn’t look back. Audra has to be snapped out of her catatonia, even to the point of risking death, because that catatonia is her, in a psychological sense, ceaselessly looking back on what traumatized her in the Spider’s lair. That trauma is turning her into a pillar of salt, so to speak.

As Bill is racing on his bike, people are shouting at him to be careful (page 1470). He comes extremely close to some crash barriers by a slipstream. Then he hears Audra’s voice: “Bill?” (page 1471). She’s asking him where they are, and what they’re doing. She’s using language; she’s re-entered the Symbolic and left the Real. She’s snapped out of it!

Now Bill can do his Lone Ranger routine with perfect confidence. His idea worked! He is a true hero! He’s beat the Devil!

In fact, he too has fully re-entered the Symbolic, for he realizes that his stutter is all gone (page 1472), and it seems that it’s gone for good.

As for his childhood memories, their beliefs and desires, and his dreams, Bill will write about them all one day (page 1473), for as I’ve said in the other parts of this analysis, writing is good therapy.

XXXII: Conclusion

So, the whole point of It is to face one’s fears, to confront the Shadow, and to make the dark light–that is, to integrate, reconcile, and unify such opposites as the dark and the light, good and evil (i.e., by confronting the evil, one finds the good), the self with the other, etc. In a fragmented world where we find ourselves not only cut off from each other, but also cut off from other parts of ourselves, integration and unification are necessary for us to be reacquainted with the intuitive idea that all is one, where inner peace is finally found, where one discovers one’s true self.

Discovering our true selves isn’t a simple matter of discarding our false selves, though; the Persona and the Self must be integrated, too, for the Persona is a part of the totality of the Self. This is why Bill had to speak in a voice other than his own to recite the couplet without stuttering and thus weaken It. Eddie had to let himself be duped by the ‘efficacy’ of his aspirator to help defeat It, too, since les non-dupes errent.

Integrating all of the opposites to reach that all-is-one unity in the Self is no form of sentimentality. It’s difficult, dangerous, and scary work, as the Losers learned inside those sewers. To reach heaven, the ouroboros‘ biting head (see Part VI, in XXVII: Under the City, for an elaboration of my interpretation of the symbolism of the ouroboros), one must first pass through the serpent’s bitten tail…hell. Such a crossing over of extremes, reconciling them, is what It is all about.

Stephen King, It, New York, Pocket Books, 1986

Analysis of ‘It,’ Part VI

Here are Parts I, II, III, IV, and V, if you haven’t read them yet.

XXVI: The Circle Closes

In this chapter, we return to the involvement of Tom Rogan and Audra in the story. In fact, the first two sections of this chapter are named Tom and Audra (pages 1278 and 1283). Both of these characters are having nightmares.

Tom’s dream is fascinating in how he’s seeing everything through the eyes of a similar psychopath, teen Henry. First, he sees himself pressing the button on the switchblade and stabbing Butch Bowers in the neck. Then, he sees himself in the sewers with Victor and Belch, chasing the Losers (page 1279).

It’s fitting that Tom should see himself as Henry, not just because both are abusive, but also because both were abused…by their fathers. One crucial difference, though, is that–as despicable as Tom is–he wouldn’t kill: he didn’t kill, and wouldn’t have killed, his father as Henry did, so seeing himself about to commit patricide is more than disturbing for him.

We recall the many patterns and parallels of abusive relationships in the novel: Al/Tom vs Beverly, Eddie vs his mom/Myra, Butch vs Henry, Eddie Corcoran vs his father, and Henry’s gang vs the Losers. What’s important in emphasizing the parallels between Tom and Henry is how both were abused by their fathers, so both learned that one ‘solves’ relationship problems through power and control in the form of abuse. To reinforce the parallel between Tom’s and Henry’s fathers, both fathers have alliterative names–Ralph Rogan, and Butch Bowers (page 1278).

Just as Tom imagined, from what he’d learned about getting “whoppins” if his younger brother and sisters–put in his charge from a young age–ever did wrong, he now imagines that the kids he’s chasing in the sewers need “a whoppin” (pages 1278-1279).

Tom’s fear of his father, just like teen Henry’s fear of his, is enough to make his killing of Ralph unthinkable…just as coward Henry’s would have been, had Henry not lived in the Trauma-town of Derry. So with Tom’s entrance into Trauma-town, now he is having the same unconscious murderous phantasies as every other resident there. His nightmare is actually wish-fulfillment.

Chasing the Losers in the sewers is also wish-fulfillment for Tom, since little Bev is one of the people being chased. All of these parallels of abusers and abused, especially when embodied in people within the city limits of Derry, reflect how It personifies not just the violent aspects of the Shadow, but of the Collective Shadow in general.

Tom deems the sewers to be a smelly purgatory (page 1279), which they are, since as representations of the unconscious mind, they can purge one of one’s trauma (i.e., through Jungian Shadow work and Active Imagination), provided that one navigates these passages correctly and has the courage to face It head on, as the young Losers, under Bill’s leadership, are trying to do.

Tom, like Henry, does not have the strength of character to be able to face his dark sides, so even dreaming about doing so is too much for him (page 1280). Just as Al, who recall had just been chasing after Bev out of suspicions that she’d been messing around with boys, so is Tom now chasing her out of suspicions that she’s fooling around with one of them, Bill, and has been sneaking (phallic) smokes. It’s easier to project aggression and wield control over her than to control himself, therefore it’s easy to equate Tom with Henry.

Tom wakes up, and for a moment he isn’t sure if he’s awake or still dreaming (page 1281), since he thinks he’s seeing one of Pennywise’s balloons. He also gets the feeling that this has been more than just a nightmare: after all, the unconscious is a world of a much deeper and higher truth–this is why surrealism is called what it is called.

Like Henry, Tom is also hearing voices (page 1282). He’s hearing a voice from a balloon tied to the knob of the bathroom door. The voice is telling him to give Beverly and the other Losers “a whoppin“. Hypnotized by the voice no less than Henry has been, Tom obeys Its commands and gets dressed (page 1283).

As I said above, Audra is also having bad dreams. Like Tom, she feels as though she’s in some strange place, and in a different body.

That would be the body of little Beverly in the sewers, being chased by Henry, Victor, and Belch.

Bill is with her, which is fitting, since Audra has been pursuing Bill to Derry. Recall that, when Bill is about to make love with Beverly, he notes how Audra looks like her, so what we have in these shared dreams and experiences are examples of synchronicity.

In Audra’s dream, she-as-Bev is holding his hand, reminding us of his adulterous lovemaking with her, as well as Bev’s cheating on Tom, with whose cuckoldry we of course have no sympathy. We do feel bad for Audra, though, especially when we consider what’s soon to happen to her.

Them all experiencing the sewers, whether in dream or as a distant, repressed memory, or the soon-to-be-experienced second confrontation with It as adults, is an experience of the sewers as the collective unconscious, where all minds merge. Audra feels the terror of the experience (page 1284) because it’s the terror of the Shadow.

The terror is so vivid that she hears the voice of Pennywise telling her that they all float down there after she wakes up and finds herself in bed in a hotel room in the Derry area (pages 1284-1286). She calls the Derry Town House to contact Bill, and the annoyed clerk wonders why so many calls for Bill have to happen that night (page 1287). Bill isn’t in his room because he has to deal with Eddie, as we’ll soon see; but Audra’s getting suspicions that her husband is with another woman (which of course he is–pages 1287-1288). And we can see again just how synchronistic events are getting.

As she’s trying to calm down and reassure herself that, after a bad dream, her suspicions are just over-reactions, she sees the bathroom light go on, and she hears that voice say, “We all float down here, Audra” (page 1288). The TV turns on, and she sees Pennywise.

Terrified, she races out of her room and out of the hotel to the parking lot, the only thing on her mind being finding Bill in the Derry Town House (page 1289). She finds her rented Datsun, not knowing the significance of it being parked nose-to-nose with the LTD wagon Tom Rogan is using (pages 1289-1290). He’s been in the car, having been goaded by It to go there no less than she’s been.

She feels his hand on her shoulder, it forcing her to turn around. He recognizes her as an actress in the movies, then he kidnaps her and takes her to the very sewers she’s just been dreaming of.

We can see why this chapter is named “The Circle Closes.” So many separate strands are being brought together here. Not just the return of the adult Losers to Derry to be reunited with Mike, not just the three uninvited guests of Tom, Audra, and Henry being added to the mix, but there’s also the back-and-forth between the late 1950s and the mid-1980s and the parallelism of these moments. Finally, there’s a kind of merging of the past and present and of inside and outside of Derry, through the unconscious world of dreams…and therefore a fusion of conscious and unconscious.

Fully understood, It narrates the story of a universe where all is one. Different people, even those living far away from each other, are united in one consciousness. The past and present are one. Good and evil are juxtaposed, and therefore one. Wildly differing actions are united through the non-causal, but meaningful coincidences of synchronicity. And the meeting place of all of these separate strands is the collective unconscious, the Collective Shadow, as symbolized by the hellish, smelly, filthy, dark sewer system under Derry.

In the section, Eddie’s Room, beginning on page 1290, Bev and Bill get dressed after receiving the call and go to Eddie’s room. Eddie’s arm is broken again, after the fight with Henry–again, we see the present paralleling the past.

They can’t tell the police about dead Henry, for Eddie will be charged with murder in a town that looks the other way whenever real evil happens (pages 1292-1292). There’s no proof of Eddie killing in self-defense, for Henry’s knife is gone.

They call Richie and Ben, who will arrive right away (page 1293). They try calling Mike, who of course isn’t at home, so they try the library, too. Instead of Mike answering the phone, the Chief of Police answers, and he tells Beverly that Mike is at the Derry Home Hospital, having been “assaulted and badly wounded a short time ago” (page 1294). Since she doesn’t want to tell the cop who she is and what she knows of the assault, he starts to suspect her, being someone who is oddly calling the library so late at night (page 1295).

With Beverly’s stress over the cop’s suspicions, we come to another major theme coalescing here from the experiences of many of the characters: guilt, and accompanying guilt, the fear of being caught in the guilty act. We’ve already dealt with Bill’s guilt over the murder of Georgie, which as I explained in previous parts is based on unconscious wish-fulfillment. Now, there’s Bill’s guilt over cheating on Audra with Bev…and Audra’s on her way, with suspicions of him!

There’s the guilt that Eddie’s mom tried to impose on him for hanging out with friends she didn’t want him to be with. There’s the guilt Al was imposing on little Bev (via his abuse of her) for hanging out with boys.

There’s also the guilt of having really done things (regardless of whether or not they really should be deemed bad) that others disapprove of. Bill was really cheating on Audra. Bev has really cheated on Tom with Bill. Little Bev really had sexual relations with all of the kid Losers, just as her dad feared.

Audra is trying to find the husband she rightly suspects of cheating on her. Tom is trying to find the wife he correctly suspects of cheating with Bill. Al chased after little Bev suspecting (correctly, as I’ve argued above) that her hymen is gone. The cop rightly suspects that Beverly knows a lot more about the circumstances of the assault on Mike than she’s letting on.

Guilt and the fear of punishment (regardless of whether or not that punishment is deserved) are manifestations of the traumatic feelings all of these characters are having, and having them all coalesce right now–with either dreams of, memories of, or plans of going very soon to the sewers–is significant because of how the sewers symbolize the unconscious, that place where everything merges into one.

Of course, there’s also the guilt of the actual antagonists of the novel: Pennywise, Al Marsh, Tom, Henry and his gang, Eddie Cocoran’s abusive father, Eddie Kaspbrak’s mom, the homophobic killers of Adrian Mellon, etc.–not that any of them feel much of any remorse for their actions, since it’s their positions of power and/or authority that makes them feel immune to remorse. Still, guilt–whether acknowledged or not–has its home, among all the other negative, rejected feelings, in the sewers.

To get back to the phone call with the Chief of Police, Beverly is worried that Henry’s assault on Mike could kill him (pages 1295-1296). This fear is tied in with her guilt, since her not telling the cop what she knows about Henry is obstructing the investigation.

She hangs up on the cop, and looks over at Henry’s corpse, which has one eye closed and the other open (page 1296), this opened eye oozing blood from its injury. He seems “to be winking at her,” adding to her guilt, fear, and sense that It, like her father and living Henry, are all coming to get her. Of course they are: they’re all one in Pennywise.

The Losers need to know how Mike is doing, so Richie calls the hospital, but pretends to be a news reporter, so he and his friends won’t be linked to the assault on Mike and the killing of Henry (pages 1296-1297). Richie calls himself “Mr. Kerpaskian,” which the one on the other end understands to be a “Czech-Jewish” name. After hanging up and finishing his act, Richie curses “Jesus!” four times. The “Czech-Jewish” name he assumed for himself must have made him think of suicide-Stan, and therefore must have given him the feeling that all the Losers were about to destroy themselves.

With the fear of being linked to all of this violence and therefore of being arrested, they all decide immediately to go to the Barrens and face It in the sewers (page 1298). As they’re driving over there, the car radio is playing the kind of classic, mid-to-late 1950s rock ‘n’ roll that they as kids would have heard all the time: “Be-Bop-A-Lula,” Buddy Holly, and “Summertime Blues.”

The problem is that Pennywise gets involved, reminding Richie of his “All-Dead Rock Show” that he saw near the Paul Bunyan statue (page 1299). Everyone wants the radio turned off, especially Bill when he hears the voice of Georgie blaming him for being murdered by Pennywise (page 1300).

They arrive at the Barrens, and already a number of things to parallel the late 1950s experience have arrived: assaults by Henry, Eddie’s broken arm, the Fifties music, and the rain and thunder (pages 1299-1300). Ben is to lead them past the old clubhouse to the pumping station’s concrete cylinder (pages 1301-1302), though Ben can hardly be expected to remember where it is after twenty-seven years. He is leading them just as he did the last time. Bill is stuttering just as he did as a kid.

All of these parallels, just as with the previous chapter’s mid-sentence transitions back and forth between the late 1950s and the mid-1980s, are indications of the unity between the past and the present in It, how everything is one in It.

The cylinder is “almost completely buried in a wallow of blackberry bushes” (page 1302), suggesting the obscure, repressed nature of unconscious feelings; yet the iron manhole cover has been pushed off, Ben assuming that its removal has been fairly recent (page 1303). Has Pennywise removed it, to lure the Losers in?

In a sense, Pennywise did. There are fresh scratches, those of someone who has gone in recently. With matches that Richie brought from Eddie’s room, they light up the darkness. Bill sees a strap…the strap of Audra’s purse (pages 1303-1304). This is where Tom–possessed by Pennywise–has taken her.

Bill can’t believe Audra’s here–she should be in England. He imagines what he’s seeing is another one of Pennywise’s illusions…but it isn’t. He looks through the contents of her purse (page 1305), and he sees things too accurately hers to be a mere illusion. She’s really down there in the sewers!

That Bill is wondering–since Henry, Victor, and Belch are all dead (Hockstetter, too, recall)–who could have got Audra down into the sewers (page 1305), and no one concludes that it was Pennywise who got her, adds weight to my speculation that It is a metaphor rather than an actual entity in the story. They of course don’t know that Tom is the one who got her.

The Losers go down the cylinder, Bill praying to God that Audra is all right (page 1306). Going back to the guilt/fear-of-reprisals motif discussed above, he is worrying that Audra’s abduction could be punishment for his adultery with Beverly, or even his fooling around with her when they were kids.

Bill starts having vivid memories of the underground place once he feels the cold water down below–the feel and the smell, the sense of claustrophobia…and yet, he forgets one of the most important memories…how did they get out?

XXVII: Under the City

Since we’re going into the sewers for the final confrontation with It, and the sewers symbolize the unconscious, where the secrets of everything live, and where all is one, it is fitting finally to have a glimpse of things from Its perspective.

Derry, that is, up above in the sunlight, is representative of the conscious mind–always trying to look good in public, cheerful and pleasant, what Jung would have called the Persona. Derry also hides its slimy underbelly, fittingly, in the sewers, just as the Persona tries to hide the Shadow.

But now that we’re down in those sewers, what is dark is coming to light–thanks to those matches that Richie took from Eddie’s room, to the extent that they’re of much use.

As It, in August 1958, comes to realize that there’s something new about–namely, those potentially threatening kids–It contemplates Its place in the universe, and Its relationship with the Turtle (page 1307). Recall that the Turtle corresponds to God, or Ahura Mazda, the principle of light, the spirit, and goodness, however one prefers to conceptualize Maturin. Recall also that It, a giant spider, corresponds to Satan, Angra Mainyu, or the principle of darkness, the flesh, and evil.

Just as Satan’s first sin was pride, leading him to believe that he could run the universe better than God, so does It think of the Turtle as stupid and passive, never leaving its shell. It may have vomited out the entire universe at the dawn of creation, but it hasn’t done much since then. Many people–that is, those who believe God exists but aren’t religious–tend to think similarly of Him.

The Turtle withdrew into its shell, and It came to Earth, to Derry, to be the god of this world as Satan is understood to be (2 Corinthians 4:4). Here’s an interesting quote from It: “It had created a place in Its own image, and It looked upon this place with favor from the deadlights which were Its eyes” (page 1307), reminding us of Genesis 1:26 and Genesis 1:31. Such a quote suggests a Gnostic interpretation of the God of Creation, a Satanic Demiurge creating the physical world, as opposed to Maturin’s spiritual world, one hidden in its shell.

It finds there to be, in the imagination of these kids coming into the sewers to confront It, both good and bad qualities. For It, their imagination is good in how their fear gives them a good taste when It eats them. Their imagination can be bad, however, when it is used against It, as it was used when Beverly fired the silver projectiles at It, hurting It and causing It to feel fear, a new experience that It doesn’t like. So in this, we see yet another example of the good/bad duality in the novel.

It doesn’t like change. It wants a reliable, cyclical world in which It wakes, eats, and sleeps in a state of hibernation for twenty-seven years before repeating the cycle. In bravely facing It and proving that It can be hurt, the kids have broken the routine.

This breaking of Its cyclical routine, of introducing change and the new element that It can be hurt, defeated, and even killed, has brought to Its attention the notion of an Other. No, It is not the centre of the universe, where everything else, like the Turtle, is stupid, timidly hiding, and exists only in terms of its relationship with It.

This “Other” that It is so worried about (page 1309) sounds a lot like Lacan’s notion of the Other, as opposed to an other that exists only as a narcissistic, metaphorical mirror of oneself, rather than a distinct entity in its own right. Such independent entities are what is so threatening to it, for as existing outside of It, they can take away Its power and control. The hurt that It has felt from the silver projectile is narcissistic injury. It is afraid of not being alone (page 1309), because not being alone means sharing the world with others, a break from the narcissistic world of a dyadic relationship in which the ‘other’ is really oneself reflected to oneself like the image in a mirror.

This is all significant when seen in light of how I interpreted the murder of Georgie. Recall how I said that the tearing-off of Georgie’s arm is a symbolic castration, the little boy’s traumatic need to leave the dyadic mother-to-son relationship and enter the larger society, to go from other to Other (see Part I, section III).

It is fitting that the first killing in the novel, George, should be thematically linked with its last killing, the destroying of It. It, as I’ve always said, personifies trauma, and the Oedipus complex, properly understood, is the ultimate, universal, narcissistic trauma in which a child has to give up his or her perceived ‘ownership‘ of the desired parent, to accept sharing him or her (and by extension, all people) with others.

Though It has lived since the beginning of the universe, vomited out by the Turtle (which is, as the creator of the universe, its ‘mother,’ in effect), It has the personality of a child–selfish, grasping, impetuous, and violent if he doesn’t get his way. By feeding off of children’s fears, It is projecting Its inadequacies onto them.

Georgie is a sweetheart compared to babyish It.

It hopes to defeat the kids by having them see “the deadlights of Its eyes” (page 1309, King’s emphasis), by having them “cast […] one by one into the macroverse“.

In Stephen King’s cosmology, the macroverse is the home of It and Maturin, probably created by Gan, a much higher and more powerful being than the other two–‘God’ in a far truer sense that I conceived Maturin of being (which was really just to contrast the Turtle with Satanic It, in the dualist sense), and the Other that It fears (see above). Gan emerged from primordial Chaos and is a character in King’s Dark Tower series, so a deeper discussion of Gan is outside the scope of this already gargantuan article. Gan may have created Maturin and It, though, so I’ll leave it at that.

The point is, from the strictly limited perspective of this novel, casting the Losers out into the macroverse–that is, outside of the mainstream universe that the Turtle puked out, our everyday reality being a part of it–is symbolically a throwing of the kids outside of anything they could possibly understand, verbalize, or mentally process. The macroverse, for the Losers, is just another manifestation of Lacan’s traumatic, ineffable Real.

Note that It, the personification of trauma and the embodiment of the Shadow, lurking in those dark sewers, is comprised of the deadlights, Its very life-essence. These are orange, ghostly lights that originated from the macroverse, and if one looks into them, one suffers insanity, if not death.

Again, the deadlights can be seen to symbolize the Real. It’s paradoxical that, in a world where darkness is considered evil and the light symbolic of goodness, that looking into these lights can cause madness or death, rather than enlightenment and bliss.

Reality is much deeper and more complex than that. As I’ve stated a number of times here, in It, in the world of the unconscious and all that is beyond our ordinary, sensory perception, all is one. Past and present are one, as seen in, for example, the jumping back and forth between the late Fifties and the mid-Eighties in those mid-sentence transitions we discussed above. The characters’ experiences are made one (e.g., Tom dreaming that he’s Henry, Audra dreaming that she’s Beverly, etc.), and good and bad juxtaposed are made one. Similarly, the light and dark can be juxtaposed and made one, in their extreme forms in the sewers.

As I’ve argued in many blog posts, the ouroboros can be used as a symbol of the dialectical relationship between opposites: the serpent’s biting head is one extreme, its bitten tail is the opposite extreme, and its coiled body represents a circular continuum where every intermediate point is found. Seeing the deadlights, especially when in the infinite black of the sewers, is a blinding light that shocks and terrifies rather than edifies you. Sometimes the light of truth is too painful to see, and the extremes of dark and light, the ouroboros’ biting place, are like Wilfred Bion‘s O as much as it is Lacan’s Real, Rudolph Otto‘s mysterium tremendum et fascinans, the numinous.

Part of the meaning behind the duality of good and bad that runs throughout this novel is how the two are dialectically linked, and the terror of seeing the deadlights is equivalent to the terror of the dark unknown in the sewers. The Losers’ running from Henry’s gang, yet also running straight into Its lair, out of the light and into the darkness, only to confront the deadlights, is part of this paradox.

Speaking of darkness and light, the kid Losers have maybe ten matches that Bill wants to save for later, since they still have dim light in the drains that they can use for now (page 1309). Since this part of the story directly deals with, in a symbolic sense, confronting the Shadow, a preference of dark over light is fitting.

They’re going in deeper water now, with such dead animals as a rat, a kitten, and what seems to be a bloated woodchuck floating around them (page 1310). Such ghastly things, combined with the darkness and the stink, symbolize how an exploration of the Shadow is, however in the end therapeutic, a perilous enterprise, which if done incorrectly and carelessly, can lead to the opposite of therapy and mental health.

And while the water they’re going through is relatively placid for the moment, it will soon roar out at them. The shapelessness of water is symbolic of the undifferentiated, indescribable nature of the Real. Again, this all adds to the uncertainty of the end of the Losers’ pursuit.

As we know, each of the Losers seems to have his (or in Bev’s case, her) special talent. Hers is marksmanship with Bill’s slingshot and the silver projectiles she’s shot at It-as-Werewolf. “Big Bill” is the leader of the group. Richie’s (potential) talent is as the self-proclaimed comedian. Mike is the town historian. Ben is the engineer. Stan can shout out bird names from his bird book to protect them. And Eddie is the one who knows which way to go, how to get found again when they’re lost (pages 1310-1311).

Again, it’s paradoxical that Eddie, the weak, germ-phobic ‘mama’s boy,’ would be the one who can lead the group through the treacherous sewers, hellish symbol of the unconscious, home of trauma, and the centre of the Shadow, but here we are. This paradox is yet another example of the good/bad duality of It, for Eddie is a mix of strength and weakness, of helplessness and helpfulness.

Eddie’s only answer to Bill’s question of which pipe to go through, however, is that it depends on where they all want to go (page 1311). Bill, in frustration, reminds Eddie that they’re trying to find It. Richie, Bev, Ben, Stan, and Mike all agree that It is near or under the Canal. This means going down the lower of the pipes to get to It.

Stan unhappily points out that this lower pipe is “a shit-pipe” (page 1312). Bill isn’t surprised to know this unpleasant fact, and neither should we be. The unconscious is a place of repressed feelings. The Shadow is all that is rejected from us. Part of that rejecting and repressing involves projection and splitting off of what we don’t like about ourselves. What better metaphor for such rejected, projected material is there than shit?

As reluctant as they all are to go through a pipe and get immersed in excrement, though, there is a strong motivation to go in that’s coming at them from behind: Henry and his gang. Here again, we have a fusion of opposites, in this case, in front with behind. They’re going forward to find It, and they’re fleeing Henry, who’s behind them. And in my interpretation, Henry-as-murderer is equivalent to It-as-murderer. The sewers are a world of non-differentiation: here, all is one.

As fetid as the smell of the sewage is, Bill is aware of an “undersmell,” the smell of some kind of animal…It. For Bill, recognizing such a smell is good news, for he knows they’re all going in the right–if rank–direction (page 1312). Again, good and bad are united.

Twenty feet inside this giant, metal rectum, they find the air to be worse than rancid–it’s outright poisonous. The bad things that other people project end up getting introjected by us, toxic smells symbolically breathed in. Such exchanged pain is the basis of all of our trauma.

Bill calls out to Eddie for guidance: the leader of the group, “Big Bill,” the one brave enough to face It, the one hungering for revenge for George, needs Eddie, the one regarded as the weakest, the most afraid, and the most averse to this paradise of germs in the shit-pipe. All is one here, including strength and weakness, large and small, bravery and fear.

All the light is gone now. It’s no longer dark…now, it’s black (page 1313). Sounds are magnified and echoing, including those of the Losers shuffling along in the pipe, and the “sewage running in controlled bursts” (page 1313). The pipe is defecating on them. Indeed, they all scream when they get doused with it at one point, “a shit-shower,” as Richie calls it (page 1314). Now, in the absolute black, Bill could use one of those matches (page 1315).

They’ve come out of the shit-pipe, and with a lit match they can look around. Patrick Hockstetter’s body is to Bill’s right. This would seem to be an omen, for Henry and his gang are coming (page 1315). The Losers hear them coming from the pipes’ echoing acoustics.

After Richie taunts Henry and his threat of “We’ll get youuuuuu–“ (page 1316, King’s emphasis) with the name “banana heels,” they all hear “a shriek of…mad fear and pain…through the pipe”. One of Henry’s gang…Victor, or Belch?…has been killed by It. Mike thinks it’s “some monster.”

The Losers continue toward the Canal, while the storm outside rages and brings “an early darkness to Derry” (page 1317). This storm has an apocalyptic quality similar to the one that destroys downtown Derry at the climax of the novel. This one has screaming winds, stuttering electric fire, and the racket of falling trees, all of which sound “like the death-cries of huge prehistoric creatures.”

Next, we have another narration from Its point of view, but in May of 1985. It knows that the adult Losers have returned, and It also senses the return of “that maddening, galling fear…that sense of Another.” (page 1317) It feels that the Losers are agents of this Other (page 1309). I mentioned above that a higher God named Gan is this Other, from the macroverse and therefore a reminder to It that there’s much more to the world than just our mainstream universe, with the Turtle (as its creator) and It as the only two major powers. And since the Turtle remains in its shell and is, in Its estimation, “stupid,” then It, as god of our world, of Derry, is the only true power.

As I explained above, these higher powers are symbols of the Oedipal triangle we all go through that pulls us out of the dyadic, narcissistic, one-on-one parent-to-child relationship of the Imaginary and into the larger culture and society of the Symbolic, represented by a third party, the other parent, the Non! du Père that forbids the original dyadic relationship of the second party, the Oedipally-desired parent, as a mirror of the self.

In King’s cosmology, It corresponds to the child, Maturin corresponds to the Oedipally-desired parent (though It gets Its narcissistic supply not from the Turtle’s love and attention, but from a sense of superiority over the Turtle’s perceived stupidity and ineffectiveness), and Gan–the Other–corresponds to the intrusive third party that forces It to acknowledge that there’s a much larger world out there than the one It has power over. The Losers, as the apparent agents of Gan, are making It feel as though It’s about to be the real loser.

It feels somewhat encouraged in how now there are only five Losers to deal with: Stan has killed himself, and Its dogsbody–Henry–has put Mike in the hospital. It plans to send a nurse to Mike to finish him off (page 1318). It remembers how, when Mike was a baby, a large crow was pecking at him until his mother hit the bird with her fist and drove it away. The trauma of the crow would stay in Mike’s unconscious until he saw the giant bird.

Its other dogsbody, Tom Rogan, has arrived in Its lair with Audra. He has also died of shock from seeing It in Its naked, undisguised form (page 1318). Audra has seen the horror of the deadlights, and she realizes that It, the giant spider, is FEMALE (page 1319).

This kids should have killed It when they had the chance, when It was hurt and therefore at Its most vulnerable. Instead, the adult Losers, older and fewer in number, will have to face It healed, renewed after Its twenty-seven-year rest (page 1320). What’s more, the adult Losers no longer have their vivid, childhood imaginations to give them power to fight It.

Now, their imaginations have been stifled by TV. They need Dr. Ruth to help them fuck, and Jerry Falwell to help them to be saved. It realizes, however, that their imaginations aren’t as weak as It thought they would be, especially when the five’s imaginations are combined.

It heartens Itself by remembering that “Big Bill,” the leader and the strongest of the group (and as “the writer,” he’s also the most imaginative of them), has been weakened by his fear for his wife and what’s happened to her. After killing and feeding on him, killing the remaining four should be all the easier.

Now we come to the adult Losers going through the pipes (page 1321). Them all being bigger now, it’s much harder going through such tight pipes. As they’re going through, they get to a part of the sewer system that’s moldered, ‘and the bodies of Victor Criss and Belch Huggins had moldered along with it. Like Peter Pan’s Wild Boys, Victor and Belch had never grown up.” (page 1323)

Since the sewers represent the unconscious and the Shadow, and the sense of danger down there is linked with trauma, then the deaths of the two teen bullies represent how trauma has a way of putting its child victims in a state of arrested development, like those Wild Boys who never grew up. Trauma responses that serve a vital survival purpose in childhood become dysfunctional in adulthood, making the adult who was traumatized as a child still, in a way, a child. This is why the adult Losers have to confront It: their adventure underground is a symbolic facing of their childhood pain in order to be freed of it.

There’s yet another mid-sentence transition, from the adult Losers in the sewers to the kid Losers there, on page 1325. Richie begins asking Bill, “Do you have any idea…” then we go to “how long they had been wandering through the tunnels under Derry…” in the narration on page 1326.

With the ending of the adult Losers section, just before Richie’s question, Bill has found Audra’s wedding ring and put it on his finger. His match has also blown out, leaving them all in darkness. Richie’s unfinished question leaves them all in an even greater darkness of uncertainty, but the finding of her ring represents a sense of hope. The darkness and unfinished question transitioning back to the late Fifties, when the kid Losers have much less of an idea that they can defeat It, diminishes their sense of hope all the more.

There is, if anything, a far greater sense of hopelessness now, since Bill knows he won’t ever find his way back out of the sewers (page 1326). He remembers how his dad once told him that “You could wander for weeks.” They are desperately relying on Eddie’s guidance. They don’t have to be killed by It. They could die of endless wandering, get lost in the wrong pipes, or get drowned in the piss and shit.

An exploration of the Shadow can be similarly treacherous. One can be, without the guidance of a Jungian analyst, lost in the darkness of one’s negative, trauma-induced thoughts, driven mad, as Jung himself almost was.

As the kids are crawling through and smelling the filth, their traumatic memories and associations are all coming to mind, as one would expect to experience while doing Shadow work. Ben remembers the mummy from the smell. Eddie imagines it’s the smell of the leper. Richie thinks the stink is that of a moldering, rotting lumberjack’s jacket, big enough to fit Paul Bunyan. Beverly thinks of the smell of her dad’s sock-drawer (which in turn might remind one of that smell she and her dad made between them–page 1047). Stan remembers the smell of clay mixed with oil, which he associates with the demonic Golem. Mike thinks of the dry smell of feathers in a dead nest (pages 1326-1327).

Recall again how these smells are symbolic of introjections from what bullies and other abusers are projecting from themselves, what the abusers hate about themselves thrown onto their victims, the shit that gives off the stink, toxic fumes from toxic people.

Eddie directs them all to where the Canal is, which he says is less than half a mile away, provided they can keep going in a straight line (page 1328).

Then they hear a scream: “–gonna get you sons of bitches. We’re gonna get youuuuuuu–“ (page 1329, King’s emphasis). Henry is still coming. They have no idea how far back he is, since the echoes give a distorted sense of distance.

About fifteen minutes later, they hear something coming toward them. Richie is so scared, he feels like a helpless three-year-old. One is reminded of adult Richie’s fortune cookie, for they all see, once Bill lights another match, “the Crawling Eye!” (page 1230).

It’s a gigantic eye filling the tunnel, with a black pupil two feet across, the iris a reddish-brown colour. The white of the eye is “laced with red veins.” It moves with tentacles, suggesting the crawling of It-as-spider. It’s looking at the kids greedily. Then, Bill’s match goes out. It’s as though the Eye can see them, but not vice versa.

This Eye is full of symbolism. This Eye stares at them just as the little eye in Richie’s fortune cookie stares at him: it’s a critical stare. The black iris is the black of the sewers, the world of the feared unknown. The russet colour of the iris suggests the red of blood from being hurt or killed (just as the red veins on the white of the eye) and the brown of shit. Henry (identified with It-as-killer) is right behind the kids, his own eyes watching for signs of them. Everything this Eye is implying is a death right there in the sewers…and even though we know the kids survive this incursion into the sewers, we also know there will be another incursion, with not all of the adult Losers surviving.

Bill feels the Eye’s tentacles touching his ankles (page 1330). He feels Its heat, the heat of passion and hate. Beverly also feels a tentacle touch her ear and painfully tighten like a noose around her. As It’s pulling her, she feels as if a strict schoolteacher were forcing her to sit wearing a dunce cap in the corner of the classroom (pages 1330-1331). In this, we can see how the terror of the Eye represents the pain of being criticized.

Eddie senses the tentacles around him but not landing on him (page 1331). He feels as if he were in a dream–a fitting feeling, given how the sewers represent the unconscious, and a giant eye with tentacles is a surreal image, the illogical, dreamlike kind that the unconscious would like to express.

His mind is screaming out to him to run home to his mamma, since he can find his way out. He’s much braver than that, though, and as we’ll learn by the end of the novel, adult Eddie is not only the Loser brave enough to face death, he’s also the one whose body will be left in the sewers, because the other adult Losers won’t be able to carry him out.

One thing we should never forget about the Shadow is that it is not all evil. It just represents aspects of ourselves that we don’t want to accept are there; sometimes they’re vices, but other times, they’re virtues. In Eddie’s case, he has strength and bravery he doesn’t even know he has.

He shouts “No!” with “a Norse-warrior sound” that one would never guess such a thin chest could ever bellow (page 1332). He does more violent shouting, he kicks at the Eye, his foot going deep into the cornea, and he shouts at the others to fight It, for “It’s just a fucking Eye!” He’s calling his friends “pussies”, he’s fighting It, and he’s “GOT A BROKEN ARM!”

Eddie, the weak one with “asthma,” is actually the strong one of the Losers. All opposites combine into oneness in the sewers. Here, weakness becomes strength, and vice versa. Eddie is so much more than the Persona his mother would have him show the world.

The other Losers start fighting the Eye, and they cause It to withdraw (page 1333). Stan can hear Henry still coming, so they have to move out (page 1334). The tunnel is going downward, and the stench is getting stronger. They have a feeling of disconnection, as they had in the house at Neibolt Street, as if they’re over the edge of the world, in nothingness, “Derry’s dark and ruined heart” (pages 1334-1335). I’m reminded of Joseph Conrad‘s Heart of Darkness, and Apocalypse Now, where there are similar depths of evil, of a sense of the end of the world.

Part of that apocalyptic evil is a sense that they’re drifting apart, isolated and alone, as Bev is feeling. She tells the others to hold hands, so they’ll all stay together, because it’s only through their solidarity that they can hope to defeat It.

They come to a widened-out part of the tunnel. The area is huge. Bill is stuttering that they must go, for Henry will reach them soon (page 1336). Then, Stan notices the giant bird coming. Since It is the bird, and Henry is understood to be coming soon, we can see again how the bully and the evil entity can be at least symbolically equated.

It attacks Eddie first. As they’re trying to fight It off, Stan tries to do what he did with his bird book the last time he had to face It alone: he’s calling out the names of birds he believes in–scarlet tanagers, vultures, New Guinea mudlark, flamingos of Brazil, and golden bald eagles (page 1338).

With a large silence indicating that the bird has disappeared into the darkness, the Losers check Eddie’s cuts. Henry shouts out that he and Belch are coming (page 1338). Bill stutters that Henry should go back while there’s still time, for It is far more dangerous than Henry could ever be. The bullies, of course, won’t go back, for as I’ve explained, and what Bill and the other Losers don’t fully comprehend, is that the murderous instinct of It and the bullies is one and the same. In the subterranean unconscious, all is one.

The Losers reach a wall, where there’s a small door with a mark on it. Bill sees it as a paper boat. Stan sees a rising bird (page 1339). Mike sees a hooded face, maybe Butch Bowers’s. Richie sees eyes behind a pair of glasses. Beverly sees a balled-up fist (Al’s, presumably). Eddie sees the leper’s face, all disease and sickness on it. Ben sees “a tattered pile of wrappings”–the mummy’s? (page 1340)

In other words, they all see their traumas.

The door isn’t locked, so Bill pushes it open, letting out “a flow of sick yellow-green light” and a powerful “zoo smell.” As the kids pass through and into Its lair, we have another mid-sentence transition to the next section, beginning with “Bill…”

We return to the adult Losers in the sewers. Bill has stopped abruptly, and he tells the others that It was where they are now. He and Richie remember that It was in the form of the Eye, so we see how these two sections are linked, and it’s easy to know why Richie would remember the Eye (page 1341).

Bill mentions how Audra came to Derry because he told her the name of the town. Since Henry didn’t take her into the sewers, though, how could she have gotten in there? Ben assumes that It brought her down there, to rob Bill of his courage (page 1342).

Beverly correctly suspects it was Tom who brought Audra into the sewers, because Bev also mentioned that it was Derry where she had to go to when she fought him and left him.

There’s a discussion of how everyone’s lives are intertwined: Bill and Audra, Bev and Tom, Henry, etc. Richie compares this interconnectedness to a soap opera, where Bill thinks it’s better compared to the circus (page 1342). In any case, here in the sewers, all is one.

Bill seems to have an intuitive sense of object relations theory, though he gets the names mixed up. He imagines that in abusive Tom, Beverly has married Henry, when she corrects him and says that in Tom she really married her father.

Bill knows they’re getting closer because he can smell It. He remembers, down the passageway, there’s that door with the mark on it. Again, in this moment, we see a link unifying the past with the present–all of time is one. He can’t, however, remember what’s behind the door. When exploring the depths of the Shadow, one always comes across ever darker, more repressed things one cannot discover because one doesn’t want to discover them. He remembers how scared he was when he opened the little door, the flood of light that came out, and the zoo-smell…but nothing more (page 1343).

He asks the others if they remember what It really was; none of them can. Beverly remembers they used the ritual of Chüd to fight It. They hear the approach of dragging feet, and Bill lights a match.

We next switch to a section with a sample of the residents of Derry responding to a number of ‘wrong things happening’ (pages 1343-1346). They start happening at 5:00 AM, just before the sunrise.

The first of these wrong things is the clock of the Grace Baptist Church not chiming that morning, the way it has unfailingly done at each hour and each half (except one time, at the noon-hour, supposedly a deliberate omission to mourn the deaths of some children from an explosion of the Kitchener Ironworks, though it actually just didn’t chime because it didn’t–page 1344).

Every old-timer in Derry has woken up at this time, sensing that something’s wrong, but not knowing what it is. It’s a sense of the lack of something that’s supposed to have happened. Norbert Keene, who has told Mike about the Bradley Gang and told Eddie about his asthma placebo, is now looking out his window to see a darkening sky, when the weather report of the night before has called for clear skies (page 1345). It’s going to rain.

He remembers the day the Bradley Gang was gunned down. He’s scared, thinking, “Those kids…[are] monkeying around.” Does he mean the Losers Club? If so, he’s sensing a synchronicity.

Egbert Thoroughgood, who was in the Silver Dollar when Claude Heroux used his axe and gave those men so many whacks, wakes with a scream and having wet the bed after a dream about Claude. He, too, knows that something is terribly wrong. His terrifying dream (and dreams are part of the royal road to an understanding of the unconscious, as Freud observed) is connected through synchronicity to the apocalyptic events about to occur in Derry.

Dave Gardener, who found Georgie’s bloody, one-armed body on that other day of flooding, is now disturbed by the conspicuous lack of a chime from the local church clock. He sees the clouds coming in, and he’s even more worried (page 1346). He senses the danger because another Great Flood is coming.

The Derry Chief of Police, who has done his best to solve the new string of child-killings, and the one who suspects that Bev knows more about the circumstances surrounding the attack on Mike in the library than she’s let on, sees the clouds out there, and feels the same worry as Keene, Thoroughgood, and Gardener. He senses that it will do more than just “pour buckets” (page 1346, King’s emphasis).

The great, apocalyptic thunderstorm is about to come. The cop sees the huge raindrops beginning to fall. He hears the rumbling in the sky, and he is shuddering with fear.

These men all instinctively know that this won’t be just any thunderstorm, or even any old flooding. The morning has been full of omens. The lack of chiming from a church clock known to be faithful with it implies ‘the end of time,’ in a sense. Dreams and memories of horrific violence, both past and present, add to the ominous energy.

This merging of the inner and outer worlds, a fearful sense inside the mind from bad dreams, and the sense of things going wrong out there, in the physical world, is the essence of synchronicity…but not the sentimental kind we learn of in YouTube videos, of good news from the universe.

Back in the sewers, after Bill has lit a match and held it up to see, he sees an apparition of George further up the tunnel, in his yellow rainslicker (page 1347). He’s blaming Bill for allowing him to die, plaguing Bill further with guilt.

The apparition, of course, is a projection of Bill’s guilt feelings, his unconscious running wild. He feels as if his friends are abandoning him, though Richie, Beverly, and Eddie are shouting at him to fight It and kill It (page 1348).

Bill tries to fight It off, saying the couplet for his stuttering therapy. As he does, Richie remembers that Bill stutters only in his own voice; he never stutters when he pretends to be someone else (page 1349).

This stuttering when he’s himself, but not stuttering when he’s not himself, ties in with what I was saying back in Part I of this analysis, when I related the stuttering to Bill’s difficulty transitioning from Lacan’s Imaginary–a narcissistic mindset in which a child’s Oedipally-desired parent is a metaphorical mirror reflecting his ego–to the Symbolic, a sociocultural mindset expressed through language, in which one interacts with many Others who exist as entities unto themselves, not just as extensions of oneself.

Another aspect of this transition from dyadic relationships to the larger society involves engaging in that society’s fakery while acting as if it were sincere, even believing it’s sincere, something Lacan expressed in his French pun of le Non! du père and les non-dupes errent. To be able to adjust to society and gain its healthy benefits, one must ‘play the game,’ or participate in the hypocrisies and play-acting that everyone does in order to fit in. Hence, for Bill to be free of his stutter, he must speak in a voice other than his own. Entering society, which must be done through language, means speaking an actor’s lines, so to speak.

Bill must recite that couplet like an actor reciting Shakespeare’s blank verse, so to speak, so that he can immerse himself in the cultural world of the Symbolic and its use of language. As he repeats the couplet, not stuttering, he gains strength and can advance on It, making It back off (page 1350).

A little later, though, he falters, and the real Bill starts coming back, consumed with guilt. Weeping, he says sorry to George, and his stuttering returns as well (pages 1350-1351).

Outside, and as of 5:30 in the morning, it’s raining hard. Weather forecasters are apologizing for the misleading predictions of good weather from the day before, which have raised the hopes of people planning picnics and other outings only to be disappointed today. Such disappointments, though, will be the least of their worries.

Though the rain is heavy, everyone agrees there won’t be flooding; still, everyone’s uneasy about the growing storm (page 1352). There are explosions: one from a power-transformer at 5:45, then an underground explosion is felt at 6:05. A number of people are killed (page 1353).

Mike wakes up in his hospital room at 6:46 after having “an anxiety dream.” Once again, the inner and outer worlds are united through synchronicity. He slowly starts to remember how he was in the library, about to write in his notebook, when Henry appeared. Since he doesn’t know any more after the attack, he can only worry that Henry has gone after the other Losers (page 1354).

He uses the call-bell to get help. A male nurse comes in the room, Mark Lamonica, whose sister was killed back in 1958, so this is a bad omen. Mark doesn’t want to hear anything Mike has to say, another bad sign. He just wants to give Mike a shot.

Just as the shot from the syringe is symbolic of projection, the kind of projection one would get from an abuser, the unwillingness to listen to the words of the one an abuser is preying on is just as bad, for one must be able to rid oneself of the pain the abuser is putting into one. The shot will put Mike to sleep, as in “to die, to sleep, no more.” The shot is a projection of the badness inside the abuser, like the projections that Eddie and Bev receive from his mother and her father respectively.

This kind of projection is projective identification, where the recipient is manipulated into manifesting the projections, hence, Eddie’s germ-phobia and fragility, Bev’s promiscuity with the Loser boys when she was a girl, and Mike’s receiving of the Thanatos the nurse wants to inject into him.

Back in the tunnels, Bill wants everyone to be quiet (page 1355). Since Richie has lit a match, everyone looks around, expecting to see It in the form of another monster, a new surprise: perhaps Rodan, or a xenomorph from Alien.

This isn’t the problem that Bill is worried about, though. He senses that Mike is in danger back in the hospital. Ben feels it, too. Bill wants everyone to hold hands immediately.

It’s interesting how, in the sewers, symbolic of the collective unconscious and a place where all is one, the Losers can psychically feel Mike’s current state of danger, all the way from there to the hospital.

Bill shouts out, “Send him our power!” in a strange, deep voice, as if he were a shaman in a trance (page 1356, King’s emphasis). Beverly feels something leave all of their bodies and go out toward Mike. Again, the tunnels have a mystical quality rather like the Shining, which allows the Losers to send out a kind of divine energy to help Mike.

And indeed, this power gets to Mike, and in spite of being injured, weakened, and bedridden, he is able to use this power to pick up a glass and smash Mark the nurse in the face with it (page 1357), making him drop the syringe and saving Mike from getting the fatal injection.

Back in the tunnels again, Bill senses that Mike is all right. Ben has felt the power going out from them and coming back, but he doesn’t know where it went or what it did…if it even existed (page 1358).

They all continue through the tunnel, Ben recalling the thick zoo smell. They’ve reached the door they’d found when they were kids, that small door. Ben’s heart is beating faster. The place is triggering painful childhood memories for him. He feels fat again.

Since they’re all grown up, it will be hard for them to get through the door. They see that mark on it, the one that evokes different things for each of them to see, as it did when they were kids. Bev sees Tom; Bill sees Audra’s severed head, with accusing eyes to guilt-trip him the way Georgie’s apparition has done (the severed head might also remind us of Stan’s in the library fridge–page 909); Eddie sees a skull over two crossed bones, the poison symbol, Richie sees Paul Bunyan’s face; and Ben sees Henry Bowers (page 1359).

Bill pushes the door open, letting out that flood of sick yellow-green light again, as well as more of the zoo smell, “the smell of the past become the present” (page 1359). Once again, we see how all is one in this subterranean place of the unconscious, where all times are the same time.

They all crawl through, and Bill is the first of them to see It in Its original form…or, at least, the form that is the closest that their minds can come to comprehend what It really is. They see a giant spider-like thing, but to see exactly what Its form is would be to confront Lacan’s traumatic, inexpressible, indescribable Real.

So shocking a thing makes it easy for Bill to understand why Stan killed himself…and now, Bill wishes he’d done so, too (page 1360). Seeing exactly what It is…the deadlights…is something Bill would never want to see–the Real.

Ben senses that he can read Its mind (page 1361). Once again, we get an idea of how all is one down here in the sewers; there is a kind of shared consciousness where Ben can sense Its thoughts, and all of the Losers can send their psychic energy to aid Mike. Ben senses Its egg-sac, and he shudders at its implications (page 1361).

It is a She, and She is pregnant.

Stan is the only one who understood what they were all up against, and this is why he killed himself. It is a She, a pregnant She who will produce a litter of baby-Its that will continue to terrorize Derry even if the Losers manage to kill the mother.

They have to kill every single It out there. No matter how well you defeat evil, it keeps coming back. This is the offensive thing that Stan could never accept–the reality of the Real.

Bill goes forward, toward It, thinking, Got to become a child again (page 1361), recalling the same Biblical idea I discussed when Mike, writing in his notebook in his library, was thinking about how one must have the right child-like quality–faith–to confront It (pages 1159-1160) as the Losers had faced It in the late Fifties.

Now that Bill knows that It is a She, when he accuses It of killing his brother, instead of calling It a bastard, he calls It a “fuh-fuh-fucking BITCH!” (page 1362, King’s emphasis). He’s going over to It, and It is going up to him, “burying Bill in Its shadow,” a fitting way to express something symbolic of Shadow work.

“Shadow” is also fittingly juxtaposed with the fact that Ben is looking into Its eyes, and for an instant he can see “the shape behind the shape,” the orange deadlights “that mocked life” (page 1362).

And now what begins, for the second time, what is the subject of the next chapter.

XXVIII: The Ritual of Chüd

Bill’s confrontation with It-as-giant-spider was greatly influenced by The Lord of the Rings, in particular, Frodo’s predicament in the lair of Shelob, also a giant spider. The confrontation to begin at the end of the previous chapter was that of the adult Losers; the one beginning this chapter is the one with the kids in 1958.

Bill is showing incredible bravery as he crosses the room toward It (page 1364), again accusing It of killing his brother and him wanting revenge. The same language used in adult Bill’s facing of It is used here with little Bill’s confrontation: “It was rearing up over Bill…It buried Bill in Its shadow, Its legs pawing at the air.” This should be compared with King’s near-identical words on page 1362.

The point is that these repeated words suggest once again how the late Fifties experience is paralleled by the mid-Eighties one, that in this subterranean world that represents the collective unconscious, the past is at one with the present, because here, all is one–the Spider’s lair symbolizes the traumatic, undifferentiated realm of Lacan’s Real.

Again, though, just as at the end of the previous chapter, we have that juxtaposition of Bill “buried…in Its shadow” with Ben beholding that “insane light” (page 1364). We get a repeat of the language of the end of the previous chapter, too, from page 1362, again on page 1364 in this chapter: “Ben…heard Its eager mewling, looked into Its timeless, evil eyes, and saw something behind the shape”. All of this once again reinforces the idea that the past and present are one, a cyclical repetition, synchronicity.

Richie seems to anticipate knowledge of Its sex when he says to Ben, “Let’s get her, Haystack!” (page 1365). Ben is surprised to hear that It might be a She; Her? he thinks. Again, Richie’s synchronistic anticipation strengthens our understanding that in the sewers, past and present are one because in the collective unconscious, all is one.

Richie runs toward Bill and into the shadow of It, and soon after, soon enough to be a near-juxtaposition, we read of Bill looking into the orange deadlights of Its eyes. Chüd has begun, just as it has at the end of the previous chapter.

Bill is in the void, confronting It directly, even conversing with It in their minds. Both are threatening each other, trying to intimidate each other (page 1365).

It would seem absurd to think that a little boy could even attempt to intimidate the “eternal…the Eater of Worlds“, but Bill can actually do it. His youthful imagination, as I’ve said before, while tasty to It, can also be used as a weapon against It, that childlike faith that Mike has observed.

Bill begins mentally chanting the “thrusts his fists against the posts” couplet, and It fires him like the Human Cannonball across the Spider’s chamber in an attempt to make him stop. Bill reminds himself that It’s only in his head, and he’s right–It, or Pennywise, is only a metaphor, a personification of his mental state.

As he’s thrown about, past piles of human and animal bones, Bill keeps trying to recite the couplet, a few words at a time (page 1366). He is surrounded in darkness, total black. It is telling him to stop reciting the couplet, but he gets to the point of reciting it in its entirety. It is getting intimidated.

Bill wishes he could say it out loud without stuttering, instead of just reciting it in his mind. He would thus have so much more power to defeat It. As I’ve said previously, his stuttering, or difficulty using language to connect with others socially, stems from an inability to enter what Lacan called the Symbolic–the sociocultural world of language as a cure for the traumatizing, maddening world of the Real (the deadlights) that he’s experiencing in the Spider’s lair.

Still, It is desperately trying to make the boy continue to believe that Its illusion is real. It has to try to destroy Bill’s confidence, to make him believe that he has already lost the fight.

Soon, though, Bill starts to sense that there is another being among them, a huge presence that is giving him a sense of awe, something with far greater power than It (page 1367).

Bill has encountered the Turtle.

The Turtle has kind eyes. It is the principle of goodness, but it is passive, the dark yin to Its bright yang, the maddening brightness of the deadlights. The Turtle won’t actively help Bill defeat It, but he is getting a feeling, through knowing the existence of the Turtle, that there is an Other, not just the dyadic existence of It on the one side, and on the other side, all of these child victims who exist only to sate Its hunger, only to be mirror reflections of Its narcissism in Lacan’s Imaginary.

The Turtle represents a God-like third party, opening up the possibility of there being a Final Other, Gan, the real, ultimate God of Stephen King’s cosmology. The existence of these so many others means that the dyadic, narcissistic world of It can be broken down and destroyed, the Imaginary supplanted by the Symbolic…Bill just has to say the couplet, use spoken language to bring on the Other of society.

Bill begs for help from the Turtle, but he doesn’t even get a “God helps those who help themselves” kind of response. Bill must help himself, and apart from the Turtle’s advice to recite the couplet out loud (page 1368), Bill has to rely on Chüd alone.

Bill is also getting a sense that It is only bluffing in Its threats (page 1370). He has only the ritual of Chüd to fight It with…and maybe, that’s all he needs.

To recite the couplet out loud without stuttering, Bill has to use a voice other than his own, so he drops his voice a full register to make it like his father’s voice (page 1371). He shouts the couplet out loud like this, making It scream in his mind in frustration. It’s writhing and pushing him away.

Recall what I said before about entering the Symbolic not just through language, but also through a belief in the phoniness of social interaction–to be duped by that phoniness is, paradoxically, not to err…le Non! du père is les non-dupes errent. In speaking in a voice that isn’t his own, his father’s voice, Bill is engaging in the fakery of society; and so, he isn’t erring, and in entering the Symbolic thus, he can defeat It. That he uses, of all voices, his father’s, is most fitting in this connection.

He repeats his screaming of the couplet, making It scream again and feel even more intense pain (page 1371). It’s still trying to push him away, to get rid of him, but he won’t stop fighting. He knows the importance of a child’s faith, as Mike will later observe as an adult in the library. Bill affirms his belief in all of those childhood things, like the Tooth Fairy, Santa Claus, Captain Midnight, etc. (page 1372) Believing in such things is yet another example of being duped by ideas that society teaches children about…but Bill isn’t erring.

He’s made It scream again. The Turtle is impressed with Bill, but tells him to continue, to finish It off. He mustn’t let It get away (page 1373). The Turtle’s head withdrawn back into its shell, its voice fades away. It is in agonizing pain, begging Bill to let It go.

He touches Its web, and his hand goes numb (page 1374). Ben warns him not to touch it. It is retreating back into the darkness of Its chamber at the back. Strands of Its web are floating down. Mike warns Bill to watch out for the falling web. Bill can’t see the Spider, but he can mentally hear It mewling and crying out in pain.

He doesn’t know if It’s retreated to hide, to die, or to escape. He’s come out of the void-state, and Richie is asking him what happened. Bill knows they have to make sure It is dead (page 1375).

Up above, the spiderweb is drooping and collapsing, “losing its fearful symmetry,” an amusing nod to William Blake‘s poem, “The Tyger,” in which the duality of the Tyger’s beauty and ferocity finds a parallel in the good/bad duality pervading It.

This reference to the Blake poem is also illuminating in how it’s part of his Songs of Experience, as opposed to his Songs of Innocence. Consider what’s been happening to the Loser kids: throughout this novel, they have been going through a transition from innocence to experience. We see the Losers as kids and as adults. The traumas It has been putting them through are the crucial part of that transition.

“The Tyger” is mostly verses that are questions posed to the animal. There is a terrible mystery surrounding the Tyger. And since the spiderweb also has a “fearful symmetry,” It, too, has a terrible mystery about it; but the spiderweb is “losing its fearful symmetry,” because the Losers have entered Its lair, confronted It, scared It, and hurt It.

The novel then brings us back to the mid-80s, with adult Bill confronting It, who taunts him about his baldness (page 1377). Bill, doing the ritual of Chüd a second time, is full of vengeful thoughts again: he accuses It of killing not only his brother, but also Stan, and of trying to kill Mike. Bill plans to finish what he’d only started as a boy with the previous ritual of Chüd.

It tells him that the “stupid” Turtle is dead. It also promises that Bill will see the deadlights. He senses, though, that It is still hurt from the last time (page 1378).

In a section titled Richie, the other four adult Losers are watching Bill in his confrontation with It, paralyzed. At first, this confrontation is “an exact replay of what had happened before,” suggesting again the idea that here in the sewers, past and present are one. It has thrown Bill, and he is intent on seizing Its tongue.

Since I’ve compared the Turtle to God, we can see how Bill’s having heard that “the Turtle is dead oh God the Turtle is really dead” would cause him to feel “sickening…despair.” (page 1379) This despair is like that of anyone who has contemplated what Nietzsche meant by “God is dead,” that the Christian God can no longer be believed in.

In a world where evil, in one form or another, very much exists, to think that a powerful force of good doesn’t exist, to help us fight that evil, is terrifying. I dealt with such terrors in my analyses of films like The Exorcist and The Omen. Since the Turtle, even when alive, hasn’t helped the Losers in any substantive capacity, we can see how It is also a terrifying story with its lack of a powerful force of good. The non-intervening Turtle is more the God of the deists than the actual Christian God.

Still, the Losers won’t give up. Richie, for a change, puts one of his inane voices to good use, in this case, his Irish Cop Voice, to distract It from using Its stinger on Bill (page 1379). Richie senses pain and anger in Its head. He jumps into the void, joining Bill there, and manages to do what Bill hasn’t been able to: having hurt It, Richie grabs hold of Its tongue (page 1380). It’s thought only Bill would challenge It, and now It has to shake Richie off while he’s doing a Spanish accent.

In the next section, titled Eddie, Eddie is watching Bill, and especially Richie, confronting It (page 1384). He’s impressed that Richie has improved his act: his Irish Cop Voice really sounds like Mr. Nell, the cop who, back when the Losers were kids in the Barrens, wanted them to take down their dam.

Eddie senses the connection between Richie and the Spider, how they’re staring at each other and swirling their talking and emotions together (page 1385). Naturally, there’s a connection, a swirling together: as a symbol of trauma, the Spider is like a mirror that Richie is looking into. His voices, his humor, are a way of dealing with his trauma, as I’ve said before.

By doing his voices, Richie, like Bill, is not speaking in his own voice. Thus, like Bill, Richie is leaving Lacan’s traumatic Real and entering the sociocultural world of the Symbolic, the world of the Other (i.e., many others, not one other as an extension of oneself, as in the narcissistic Imaginary), via the social fakery of les non-dupes errent. Since It cannot bear the multiple Other, Richie is succeeding in hurting It.

Bill is slumped on the floor, his nose and ears bleeding (page 1385). Eddie is thinking that they can hurt It while It’s distracted with Richie. He hears Richie in his head, crying out for help (page 1386). Eddie take out his aspirator, ready to use it as a weapon…as odd as that must sound.

Recall how Eddie, from the time he’d learned from Mr. Keene that the medicine was just a watery placebo, nonetheless continued to use it, and blackmailed his mom into letting him be with his friends if he continued to use it. (Recall also when all the Losers, before entering the house at Neibolt Street, borrowed his aspirator–pages 1107-1108.) His use of the aspirator now, to spray it in the Spider’s eye while believing that it really works against asthma (page 1386), is another example of les non-dupes errent. He’s let himself be a dupe of the placebo’s supposed efficacy, and paradoxically, he isn’t erring in his attack on It.

As he does so, though, he hears the voice of his mother forbidding him to go near It, for fear of It giving him cancer. Eddie, however, won’t stay in the cocoon of his mother’s excessive protection; he wants out of the dyadic world of the Imaginary and into that of the Symbolic, out of the one-on-one other and into the societal Other, and being duped by the ‘efficacy’ of the placebo is his ticket there, where he’ll unerringly go.

His childlike belief in the sprayed ‘medicine’ is enough to make It scream in pain. He calls out to Bill to come back from the void. Unlike any conceptions we may have that Eddie is a weak ‘mama’s boy,’ he has proven his bravery.

He’ll have to pay the price for his bravery, though, and like Georgie, he’ll pay with his arm (page 1387). His defying of his domineering mother’s voice is his accepting of le Non! du père via les non-dupes errent, his leaving of the Imaginary to enter the Symbolic; and as with Georgie, the loss of Eddie’s arm is a symbolic castration.

Recall how, back in Part I, when I was discussing Georgie’s death, I interpreted the tearing-off of his arm as being also a symbolic castration, and that his trauma is also symbolically the result of the Oedipus complex, a universal narcissistic trauma. His leaving the house, to go out and play with his paper boat in the torrential rain, is symbolically a leaving of the protective womb of his family, of his mother (who has been at the piano, playing Für Elise, among other things–pages 4 and 7), to go out into the real world, into society, a leaving of the Imaginary to enter the Symbolic. The symbolic castration, in Lacanian terms, is a realization that one cannot be the fulfillment of one’s mother’s desire: one cannot be the phallus for her, and so one cannot hog her to oneself; one must share her with one’s father.

Anyway, the dissolution of Georgie’s Oedipus complex, linked with Eddie’s renunciation of his mother’s dominance, leading to their symbolic castrations/literal deaths, is accompanied by other parallels with Eddie’s death. Both deaths have occurred during a Deluge-like rainfall. The apocalyptic nature of the novel’s climax, with the destruction of downtown Derry, can be linked with the end of the Oedipal relationship that both George and Eddie have had with their mothers. In leaving the comfort of the dyadic relationship to go out into the uncertainties of the social world, both of them have experienced a kind of ‘paradise lost.’ Both have shown great bravery, too: Georgie in first going down into the scary cellar to get the paraffin, and Eddie in directly confronting It with his aspirator. Both have left Mom.

These parallels also reinforce the unity of the past with the present via their cyclical recurrences. With the kid Losers’ confrontation of It in the sewers, there was also torrential rain symbolically associated with the Great Flood, as well as with Lacan’s traumatic Real.

The next section describes the destruction going on outside in Derry because of the growing storm (pages 1388-1393). The winds are blowing much faster now, at 7:00 AM. All the power on the Kansas Street side of the Barrens has been killed by the explosion of the power-transformer at Tracker Brothers’. An old maple tree has fallen, flattening a Nite-Owl store and pulling down enough power lines to knock out the power in both the Old Cape and Sherburn Woods development beyond it (page 1389).

The rain is now a tropical downpour. The streets going downhill into the downtown shopping area are foaming and running with water. It’s easy to associate all of this rain, symbolically at least, with the Deluge.

People are getting killed. Raymond Fogarty, the minister who presided over George’s burial rites, has been killed by a toppling beer cooler (pages 1389). Mr. Nell, now 77, has been watching the storm, and he suffers a fatal stroke at 7:32 (page 1391).

What’s especially interesting about this whole section is that, except for the very last sentence (“And the wind continued to rise.”–page 1393), it is all one continuous, unbroken paragraph…for about five and a half pages. This general lack of paragraph breaks suggests the non-differentiation of Lacan’s Real, a traumatic place whose chaos cannot be expressed in words. The apocalyptic destruction cannot be verbalized, emotionally processed, or healed from.

The next section brings us back to the late 1950s in the tunnels, a fact made immediately apparent from the presentation of a very living little Eddie leading the kid Losers through the dark tunnels (page 1393). He has to admit, for the first time in his life, that he is lost.

Bill is really scared: he remembers what his dad told him about getting lost here. Because the blueprints have disappeared, “nobody knows where all the damned sewers and drains go, or why” (page 1394, King’s emphasis). Not even Eddie knows how to get out. Bill’s dad told him people have gotten lost down here before. “It’s happened before.” Bill’s seen the bones here.

He doesn’t even know for sure if they’ve killed It or not.

Bill is also troubled by the feeling that the bond between him and the rest of the Losers is dissolving–they’re fading away from each other (page 1395). He knows that through their solidarity, they have been able to defeat It, if not yet kill It. It’s only a spider, after all. It seems as though the human mind can cope with anything…except “(the deadlights)“.

The Other, through their friendship, seems to have made the Losers more than children (page 1396). This is the therapeutic strength of the Symbolic, to leave narcissistic dyads and enter the society of many people.

There’s no sense of that Other now, though. Instead of being in the Symbolic, being trapped in these dark, labyrinthine tunnels is to be trapped in Lacan’s traumatic, undifferentiated Real. Worse, Henry is still out there, looking for them. He could turn a corner and find them at any time. I equate him with It, as a murderer. Even if they’re not one and the same, though, and even if It, though not dead, isn’t going to reappear any time soon, Henry very well could.

Bill wanted to have his friends all come down here to help him in his personal vendetta with It. It’s his responsibility that he and his friends should not be lost down here, so it’s on him to get them all back out. His dad has told him how nearly-impossible it is to find one’s way back out, and not even Eddie can find the way out. Bill is feeling the weight of his selfishness pressing down on him.

Recall how he also feels that he and his friends are drifting apart from each other, getting alienated from each other, the worst thing to happen to kids trapped in such a dangerous, dark place. Bev, on the other hand, has the solution to their feelings of mutual estrangement: each boy is to have a turn making love to her. They are shocked to hear her unzipping and undressing right in front of them (pages 1396-1397). Her father’s told her about this kind of thing…which should tell us all something about her relationship with him.

She asks, in all insouciance, who will be the first boy to have her, then she says, “I think…”, and there’s another mid-sentence transition into the next section, back to the mid-80s in the tunnels, when adult Beverly finishes her own sentence by tearfully saying she thinks Eddie is dying (page 1397). Note how this transition links a moment–leading up to an act that would result in the beginning of life–to a moment leading to the end of a life.

The tunnels, subterranean symbols of the unconscious, are a place where all is one. This means that all opposites are united here: good and evil (the Shadow, remember, isn’t always bad), male and female (Bev’s sexual union with the boys being symbolic of this), past and present (what these mid-sentence transitions, as well all the cyclical recurrences, represent, as I’ve said before), dark and light as both representing evil (the dark as well as the deadlights), birth and death, Eros and Thanatos, etc.

Bill and Richie are arguing over whether to go after It and resume the fight, or to put a tourniquet on Eddie to control the bleeding, save him, and get him to safety. Bev, knowing Eddie’s going to die, tells the two men to go after It and kill It, for if It lives to kill again after the next quarter-century goes by, then Eddie will have died in vain (page 1398).

Bill and Richie are about to chase It, but Bill looks up and sees Audra in the spiderweb. He screams out her name as she’s dropping in starts and stops, with the web falling all around. Ben and Richie insist that Bill leave her there for the moment so they can all go after and kill It. Bill can’t help hesitating for a moment, then he goes with them after It (page 1399).

In the next section, titled Ben, he, Bill, and Richie are following Its trail of black blood (page 1399). Ben soon discovers a trail of Its eggs, about the size of ostrich eggs. He can see through them and see all of the black fetuses. Bill and Richie also stop and gape at the eggs for a moment, but Ben, planning on dealing with the problem himself, tells them to continue going after It.

Since the eggs are miscarried offspring, Ben assumes they’ll all die…but what if even one survives after Bill and Richie have killed the mother? Again, Eddie’s death would be in vain. Ben must kill them.

He stomps on the first egg with his boot (page 1400). He sees a rat-sized baby spider trying to get away, so he goes after it and crushes it with his boot, feeling it crunch and splatter.

There could be thousands, even millions, of these eggs, if It is anything like a normal spider. Having already vomited from the stomping, Ben thinks he’ll go mad having to kill so many; still, he must.

He keeps stomping on one egg after the other in the growing darkness, using the matches Richie gave him to provide him with what little light he can have. This stomping on the eggs can be seen as yet another instance of the duality of good and evil that I’ve mentioned so many times as manifesting in this novel: if we think of these babies as having the sentience and consciousness of human beings, it’s awful to massacre the innocent–hence, Ben’s nausea from doing it. How it’s good to kill them needn’t be explained.

The next, brief section tells us of Its fear, pain, and grief over Ben’s killing of Its young (page 1401). It ponders the possibility of Its not being eternal after all. It’s blind in one eye, and It feels a poisonous pain down Its throat, thanks to Eddie’s aspirator.

That such an originally intimidating monster can now be so vulnerable, so afraid because of the modest efforts of three unassuming men–one of them using his aspirator, of all things, as a weapon to poison and partially blind It, another to hurt It by merely reciting a couplet originally meant to help cure his stutter, and another awkwardly hanging onto Its tongue–shows us how weak It really is underneath that intimidating façade.

In other words, It is in this way also like Henry–intimidating on the surface, but weak and cowardly on the inside. We see here another duality made one in the sewers, the duality of weak vs strong. Similarly, the Losers–as kids and as adults–have seemed weak on the outside, but inside of each of them is a surprising strength and courage.

Nonetheless, in spite of Its fear, It knows It must fight Ben, Bill, and Richie. Its fight-or-flight response has switched back to the former, so It turns around to face them.

In the next section, titled Beverly, she can barely make out, in an enveloping darkness that’s turning to black, Audra falling another twenty feet, “then fetch up again” (pages 1401-1402). Bev remembers how she was Bill’s first love; then, feeling Eddie’s dead body with her, she remembers that all of the Losers were her first loves. She tries to remember that time in the tunnels when she gave herself to all of them, and then we come to the next section.

Another mid-sentence transition takes us back to 1958, starting with “Her thoughts broke off as she realized that Eddie” […] “comes to her first” (page 1403, King’s emphasis). Again, what links these two sections is Eddie’s death and his lovemaking with her, Eros and Thanatos; but also, we learn that little Eddie goes to Bev first because he’s scared and he wants her to comfort him as his mother would do. Adult Eddie’s body, lying dead with her, is also like a helpless child being held by his mother; Beverly is thus like an Oedipal transference for him, whether alive or dead, and since all is one down here, life (Eros) and death (Thanatos) are yet another two opposites to be dialectically united.

She instructs him to put his “thing” in her (page 1403). Again, this reference to his penis links this section to the last one in that, adult Eddie’s lost arm being a symbolic castration as I’ve described above (as with Georgie), we have another set of unified dialectical opposites (castrated vs intact). And since the Lacanian notion of symbolic castration involves the boy’s not being able to be the phallus for his mother, and Bev is his Oedipal mother transference, then we have another unity of opposites in his having his ‘mother’ vs not having her.

As with the scene of Beverly seeing Henry and Patrick Hockstetter engaging in mutual masturbation, Stephen King is really pushing the envelope here by having a sex scene with pre-teen kids. For obvious reasons, there are no pornographic details being given here; but the very idea of having such a scene is enough to raise eyebrows all on its own.

Naturally, the focus is on the psychology of the experience rather than its physicality. We sense Eddie’s fear and awkwardness, and finally his love for Beverly (pages 1403-1405).

The point of the sexual union between her and all of the other boys is not to be titillating in some sick, perverted way, but rather to cement the Losers’ sense of solidarity, to bring them all closer together in love and oneness, as a cure for that drifting apart that Bill has been fearing has been happening to all of them.

After Eddie, it’s Mike’s turn (Egad! Interracial sex…in the late 50s!) then Richie’s (page 1405), then Stan’s. Then Ben has her (page 1406).

He is, like Eddie, afraid and awkward, thinking he can’t do it. She finds that he is “too big […] and too old for her“; it makes her think of “Henry’s M-80s, something not meant for kids,” suggesting that Ben inside her is making her think of the sexual abuse I suspect Al is guilty of with her.

Her union with Ben is about the longest one described, about two and a half pages, which is fitting, since at the end of the novel, Ben and Bev will leave Derry together and become a couple. Naturally, the emotional connection between the two is strongest during sex, because deep down, they really love each other. She even says, “If you wrote the poem, show me.” (page 1407)

As they’re doing it, she starts thinking about how giggling kids will refer to sex as “It” (page 1408). She thinks, “for many of them sex must be some unrealized undefined monster.” She reflects how one laughs at what’s fearful and unknown as well as at what’s funny…like a clown, It. This unrealized, undefined monster also sounds like Lacan’s Real. Sex is heaven and hell combined, Eros and Thanatos.

When she’s finished with Ben, it’s Bill’s turn (page 1409). Of course, he’s stuttering all over the place. The lovemaking is passionate, but not the same as it was with Ben. Bill is almost calm; his eagerness is held back by his anxiety for her. They cannot talk of what they’ve been doing, not even with each other. After all, Bev has just done exactly what her father has been worried about her doing, what he’s been accusing her of. The slut-shaming she’s experienced has prodded her to do with the boys something no pre-teen girl would ever normally do, especially in the ‘innocent’ late 1950s. This is partly why I suspect Al of sexually abusing her.

When Eddie was to enter her, she thought of Al wanting to see if she was intact. Eddie rammed in hard, and it hurt, but this doesn’t come across as a broken hymen (page 1404). But now that they have all finished having her, the Losers can think about getting…

Please wait for the final part.

Stephen King, It, New York, Pocket Books, 1986