After they left the guarded door behind, Eddie didn't feel that strongly about anything they saw until he heard that tinkling of carnival music, creepier than anything he'd ever heard, and he saw that door. It made his stomach fall into his feet, it felt like, looking ahead at it.
At first he kept getting closer but after Dan said something about it he reached out, grabbed his arm.
I don't want to.
He knew he had to but the dread he felt was so strong it felt like slogging through four feet of solid grey water. He felt sick.
The clown is in there.
Eddie touched his own shoulder with his other hand, over the scar. He could hear the voice, IT laughing behind that door. Why's he here?