A shiver ran down Beverly's spine too, a bolt of electricity. She scrunched Stan's shirt in bone-white fingers, her grip protective. "He mentioned the doors," she murmured. "I thought it sounded exciting but he didn't say anything about Neibolt..."
That didn't seem like anything good. They were here, why would she want to go back to that literal, actual hellhouse? It was cruel, to just shove them back there when they were looking for furniture of all things. "Has he been back? Has Eddie? I'm guessing it's just kind of a gamble as to where you end up?"
A part of her still wanted to try, especially if that was going to be the only way they could get supplies.