Chapter 1

Return to Derry

I came back to the gloomy old Derry, a city full of painful memories, dreams and pain, all over fifteen years. My disappointment has not changed at all. It had such a special melancholy atmosphere for me as it used to be, when it tasted smoky and rain-flavored peanut butter. I still remember wet windows with bubbling water on the sill of our house ... a house that no longer existed.

I trembled with the cold and unpleasant preoccupation as the cold creaked under my coat and fingered her fingers.

However, I did not return because of the bad memories I'd like to sleep with, or to old friends who preferred to move, too, because of inheritance. For a girl who never had anything to do like waving a $ 1 million check. What a handle for such a loser like me?

The truth was that my aunt had not seen me long enough to forget how she looked dead and therefore my will was sent to inherit a house that had not been used for at least thirty years in every sense. The fun was that the bottom of the envelope was just a key without explanation. I stared at him for a long time until it all began to happen to me.

My heart shuddered, I lost an aunt I did not even know, but I got a house where I could live or sell it and buy an apartment. There are no blatant subterfuges, where the rat sometimes took you to the kitchen, bursting in the bathroom, or rubbing the uneven floor every time you stepped closer to the door where your disgusting drunken caretaker looked at you. It was like a sign from heaven.

Thank you aunt for freeing me from this hell! I kissed the key, and within five minutes she had a packed suitcase from which she had a colored sock on the side.

Now I stood in front of the old house, which looked more like a house of horror, and in the form of my former sublease it was no longer a remarkable difference. My chin dropped and my trunk dropped from my hand to the concrete as if it were a traverse.

"Shit, what is it? Where is my house of dreams? "Someone changed it for ruin! I only struggled for a long stroke, which was lost in the crashing of the distance. Damn rainy Derry. You have to take a little.

Although it is not as magical as it did at first glance, you can do something, you can handle it, I was optimistic, but the new look at my house of horror did not change even when I tried.

I did not even know it belonged to our family. Okay, I did not know I had an aunt and god knows how many relatives she's going to be here, I should find out at the local office, but thanks for thinking you aunt. Was it a coincidence, fate or luck? Anyway, I decided to get rid of it and sell it, but it will probably take a while.

Well, some money was left to me, with a heavy heart full of determination I grabbed my suitcase and ran to the goalie or rather to the twisted fence that formed the mesh as it began to raven.

I walked over the roof above the door, and a red balloon was tied behind the pillar along the side.

"Oh, my dear neighbors as adorable," I muttered my brows with ironic lips and winked at a small sign called "Welcome."

"I already feel at home."

I had no other way to go than to unlock and go inside to sleep over and look at the damage, pros and cons of this ancient architectural miracle, which even remembered the First World War. The house inside looked like it did not matter, no rotten planks and holes in the floor but the fuses as I found were cut off and I could just imagine the TV. Still, I even brought a blanket and a small radio.

Each of my steps echoed through the whole house ... it sank into every chips, reflecting from the dilapidated walls cast by the yellowed plaster. The furniture was covered with cobwebs or sheets, and it was clear that I would have to clean up first and then just invite someone to visit. Since selling about no miracle to wait I can not what?

It was mainly about getting rid of the barabiz as I did not care.

After a quick look at the lower rooms, I crossed over to the top floor. I was looking for a free room. But even a clever niche for brooms would be enough for me. I was not such a demanding person if I had a dry place under my head and a nut stick in my pocket had survived anywhere. I will survive here. Perhaps the house would have bought a historian ...

I found a lot of cobwebs, broken furniture, shattered glass, and even some remnants of somewhere over there who was sleeping there. I really did not like the idea of homeless under one roof, but there seemed to be no one there. I even discovered one frightening room with large dolls that looked like a circus, their painted porcelain faces were rather frightening than laughing. I approached one and waited for me to speak to me. There was a grave silence.

"Do not look at me like that," I said, turning the clown's head to the other side. Something did not fit me in that room, I had a goose skin. The clowns always laughed at me, I was not afraid of them, but like that ... I immediately slammed the door and soon returned to the room and settled down.

When I finally found a room in which a bed was usable, I threw a blanket on her and went to look at the house. The tour took much more time than I imagined. Besides a special chamber with dolls, clowns, coffins, and lots of uninvited visitors, like spiders and insects, I found another room in the middle of the basement well.

Damn it, I did not expect that. I cautiously approached her as if to jump out of her and pull me into that black, bottomless hole.

I called down, only the reflection of my voice echoed.

"Haloooo!" I screamed ... and only the silent ... "ooooo" ...

Again I screamed like a child: "heyyyyyy" ... and only my echoes echoed again, and when I rose from the well, a deep, deep voice sounded clearly, "Hi ..."

"Damn," I was afraid to die when he started playing my phone from an incoming call.

I turned away but a hand in a white dirty glove emerged from the hidden darkness of the well, it was not enough to catch me, and it did not mean it, only her fingers passed through the veil of my hair as if wanting to stroke them.

I did not notice anything, I turned to the back of my well and took the call.

"Are you Thomas? What? I do not care what you think, I will not go back anywhere and you know what? I have something important here, so stop being annoyed, "my voice went into a tingling tone and split like a whip.

Above the fringe of the well appeared five curious fingers, hooked behind the rim of the stones, and then another five of the first. The look that gave my blades a pair of golden eyes did not bode well.

"I'll tell you again, and if you do not understand how to clean your ears, I do not want to see you again, is that clear? And if you do not like it, you're jerking your leg, "I decided to end the call. Seriously, this was really exhausting. Thomas was the most ex-ex-boyfriend I ever had she had. If I told the stalker that was still a weak word, fortunately, nobody knew I was here, so there was no chance I'd have my ass kicked here.

I sighed long as I heard scratching behind me.

I turned quickly, but nothing moved anywhere.

"Is there anybody down there?" I called now no longer so cheerfully but rather with the suspicion of whether I do not seem to think and I'm not too tired I laid my palms on a cool damp stone, it was a little slippery, I was afraid to really fall off, I once leaned over the edge, but there was only darkness.

"Maybe it just seems to me ..." I murmured for myself, maybe it led to the canals that were under Derry, the old divorces were famous for the time I remembered and how I imagined, no one would have liked it everything to modernize.

I've been rising from the well when two yellow points have flashed down ...

I did not need a flashlight to shine. Perhaps there was no cat.

"Meow?"

But when I tried to see something else, there was no more.

This will be fatigue, play of deception and shadow.

I shrugged, placed my cell phone in my back pocket, and walked up the stairs.

It was like a big maze and a museum, old things, some valuable armchairs, mills and a few antiques, but the well ... since when did people have a well in the cellar? I have never heard of such a thing and it looked terrible.

On the way to the first floor, I felt in the living room some small carved cabinets that were covered with a large layer of dust and dirt.

How much could they cost? Everything was so old.

I approached the plank window and looked across the plank into the street that was wearing about a hundred dirt. I nudged my nose with disgust, it was like looking over a jar of jam.

Outside, the lamp was flashing. For a moment, I thought, and looked out into the neighborhood. On the right was my car and on the opposite side a tree was drowned by the house.

As my eyes swept from side to side, a silhouette appeared under the flashing lamp.

The dark figure of a higher growth that stood motionless towards me. As soon as the lamp went out and re-lit, no one was there anymore.

I changed my eyes and told myself that I was tired on the way. I look for a second and wait for the lamp to blink again. Stressful.

The street lamp went out and suddenly did not want to light up. I could hear the noise of the rain in the silence.

I did not leave it in my eyes and waited for what was going to happen. My eyes focused and my face approached the gap between the planks as if I was attracting something from outside.

The strange silhouette was drawn on a dark background. Shadow. The figure of a larger increase. I focused on her head, and at that moment two amber points lit in the places where my eyes should be. At the same time, the sky flashes through the sky, and in that light she saw the entire silhouette as he watched me.

The lungs stopped working, I stopped breathing. The tremendous echo of thunder scared me, and I jumped back. As soon as I looked back, the lamp shone, and the silhouette nowhere seemed to evaporate or just in my imagination.

"What the hell is going on here, I have a hallucination?" The suspicion that I did not come back here was getting stronger.

It was only a second or two but the only thing I was able to capture was two dragon-orange eyes that followed me and held in place an invisible thread. It ran over me after the spine and paralyzed the whole body, afraid of the familiar sense of terror that somebody is watching me ... It was definitely not a neighborhood kid, because the size of ... something like an adult man might have been taller than anything like a costume he wanted to scare it out.

I did not like it. With a hand pressed against my lips, I last stepped to the window and stared out, eyes searching around, and the lamp blinked again. The character was no longer in the rain beneath her, but for a moment she gleamed in the glass directly behind me! I saw the red painted lips as they stretched into the smile that represented all variations of horror.

A terrible shout carried a quiet house. My body made a quick turn.

My hands were shaking like the day of graduation, but nothing was there. The room was empty.

I breathed, but I still did not feel good. I'll definitely lock up in the evening. With a quick heartbeat, I went into the car to take the necessary things like food, flashlight, map, and other means. There was no one outside, he did not wait for me with a knife, and I'd rather get wet than be in a room without light.

I did not hate the rain, I had to change my temper. Annoying but necessary. I packed, locked the front door, took everything to the top of the bar, and I was bargaining there.

I'll have enough of the strawberries and I'll get to the shop tomorrow and start cleaning, I've made an imaginary plan. I did not have a candle and the fuses did not work when changing clothes, the only light came from the street outside.

I lay in a dull bed and tried to sleep on only my panties and a dry shirt that offered a suitcase thrown under the bed. Nothing more to look for me.

There was warmth beneath the deco and it gradually softened me in this hell of dust and dirt.

My eyes closed myself and my consciousness slowly moved into the realm of dreams.

DREAM

I stood above the chasm which credibly reminded me of the damned well, from which nowhere was the cold, but the surreal heat as if the dragon sleeps down.

I felt a strange figure behind my back. Some sixth sense told me that it would not be just a dummy that showed the way.

I could not turn around and the massive figure began to lick me.

She wanted to bring me down.

"What is it to be ?!" I was horrified, and my toes were resting on the hot, crumbling edge of the hell. Suddenly, the wound went up and I jumped out of bed.

My heart pounded for a hundred and six. I could feel it in my throat. It was just a dream. Nightmare.

Again I leaned and tried to fall asleep. The storm did not really help me much, but the rain of rain seemed a comforting element. But I was not able to get rid of that dream.

My body rolled from side to side, and then I heard a screech, not one that is from the old door, but when someone walks on a hundred-year-old planks, the sound of all the hair on the head. For a moment there was silence, and then again like ... as if someone had gone up the stairs.

I locked the door, but ... did I lock the back of the kitchen? What if this is really a bunch of homeless or drug dealers? The house was not used for a long time ... I had the worst scenarios in front of my eyes and sat like a thorn, the blanket squeezed to my nose like a frightened child, waited tensely, listening to the bloated senses of every bustle.

Unpleasant fear crawling beneath the skin like frosting through window glasses. I bit my lower lip, and then it came back to me again! But not from outside but right in my room! For God's sake!

I looked into the darkness like an owl, and only widening eyes. The lamp outside, fortunately, the area around me still illuminated. I do not know, because the sound went from the opposite side ... from the cabinet. Wardrobes?

The old big wardrobe, the biggest piece of furniture in the room, I'm really crazy, but one door leaf is slightly open, maybe two fingers, which made that shrill sound.

She jumped out of bed and quickly pulled the knife from the bedside table, which I had previously minced a can of strawberry. Although I was not trained in self-defense but still better than nothing. Everybody can handle the knife.

I walked step by step, nothing was done, I forced my brain to rest, but I felt as if I was walking into the void. I stretched out my shaking hand and opened the bloody cabinet. A single red balloon floats in the middle!

That's me. This was not what my brain understood by chance. Have I almost made a puddle for a balloon?

"But it's not a laughing laugh!"

I was staring at the red balloon. Nothing special and not even tied to anything. He just hovered so slowly there.

"What the hell do they all have with those balloons ?!" I cried out laughingly.

Surely somebody has to make fun of me, I bet that the stupid things were set up all over the house. Stupid baby game!

"You'll be floating too!" It came unexpectedly loudly out of the door! In the quiet room it sounded like a shotgun shot. The door was locked from this side. So wait ...

I jumped up a centimeter into the air and turned, wondering if I did not hit my head in one of the open wings of the cabinet.

There was a tall silhouette in the dark, her eyes glowing with orange and yellow.

Nobody would cut my blood in me. I was not able to say words. My heart pounded, my chest did not jump out of my chest, and did not go to the corner.

With another lightning strike I saw the face.

CLOWN? Are you serious? Such a terrifying look, expression, smile. She looked terrible, not like someone who was going to celebration, and giving happiness rather like a bad conscience that turned out to be buried with the intention of scaring you.

He stared at me and his shiny lips stretched into a confident shark smile.

"You'll be floating too small! Come with me! "Suddenly he ran toward me at an incredible speed like death itself.

My only idea was to save myself, I tried somehow to avoid, to defend myself. I lifted my knife, my only weapon in front of me, and wanted to stab the madman. The knife, however, struck me with a psychopathic laugh.

That power was striking. My wrist ached.

The clown hit me with the open wing of the cabinet until they hacked the hinges, but before I was able to bounce into the counterattack, I pushed me straight into the center of the cabinet. He climbed behind me and completely covered the view of the room with his figure, his eyes unnaturally glowing in the darkness and incited panic in me.

"Playing for a hide-and-seek, Pennywise likes to play before biting into a juicy sauce, it tastes better then," he whispered in his throat, closing the cabinet incredibly slowly to prolong my agony.

"NO!"

After a small slump separating the utter darkness from the surrounding world disappeared,

I separated as far as the madman from the opposite side of a wooden prison.

Something snapped my hand and wrapped around my wrists like a strong rope. Both of them pushed them to the wooden wall above my head, while his other hand rushed over my stomach like a razor.

Several sharp claws jammed at my shirt, I heard the clinging of the fabric, the horror that was almost palpable in me, filling the whole little space.

"Stop!"

I screamed my forehead for mild pain as the sharp tips met my skin and left scratchy scars on them. In front of me, I saw only two black pupils set in amber balls full of amusement. They were probing me, exploring, enjoying themselves as if I had a delicious run.

"Sweet, tasty ..." he giggled in a perverse way.

I swore when something was bumping between my breasts. ON ... he sluts? Disgusting! I want out!

"What are you?" I tried to get the answer to my question and to distract him.

Clown's eyes caught my eyes and then came closer to feel the burning heat on my throat.

He sniffed at him like a dog, my nose wiped off my skin, I shuddered.

"Tss, tss, tss baby, do you want to know my name so much? Do you want? "

This behavior reminded me of a playful child, but there was something wrong with what made me mistaken.

I kept my breath licking my neck.

"Surely you remember your friend, somewhere in your smart head you know the name ..." he gave me help.

"I mean, I will not play any of your messy game, what are you? Serial killer? Are you kidnapping your victims and then banging them in the park? "

The trumpet of laughter flung me close to my cheek, "I do not think there's anything left for them to do."

All the other questions cut off giggling.

He had a tremendous height superiority even in terms of strength, I did not know what to do.

There were insults to my mind, but I focused too much on what was holding me in the darkness and capturing the fear that originated within me, which was not a light fight. I did not see anything, and when I managed to kick my feet in all desperation in the direction of the door, they were kept locked.

We were trapped in the closet, which is a little space for two in a small cramped space. My back was pressed against the plank behind me, where I felt every one of my turn, and blinking to try to reflect those all-over hands I did not know whether they wanted to hurt or morbidly hurt me.

I do not know what that means? She wants to kill me? Tratrat? Rape? Abduct? And those scary eyes were certainly not normal.

Something crawled over my stomach and skin, sharp as a razor, I pulled my stomach but still felt a new pain, scratched me. Did I yell or whine?

The balloon was still a miracle between us, and I pushed him to the sadistic clown in a chance to hold him apart, but suddenly there was a loud rupture, and the only thing that separated me from him was gone along with my nerves.

"It sounded like I did not want to," he laughing gruffly, "did you think you were tiny? Good Pennywise will give you a new one if you're a good little girl. "

"Is that your name?" Strange as he talked about in a third person ...

The next moment, his body pressed against me, almost thrusting all my air out of my lungs and blinding the ribs. I lifted my hands and grasped his shoulders, pushing and nothing, moreover the infectious giggling from which I had goose skin appeared as a swarm of bees and again faded away.

"I'm Pennywise dancing clown to your services," he said.

The name was not the strangest, that was what I felt. The smell of sweetness, popcorn, and honey from his clothes, something that pleasantly mocked me, made me feel like I wanted to close my eyes and inhale it.

"What the hell do you want me to do?" I breathed in, and my breasts still covered with a T-shirt pulled into his old costume; on the contrary, they pushed me with red pompons instead of the buttons on my chest.

Clown's eyes were so unpleasantly close ... I swallowed.

"Another young flesh. Fresh! I get a hungry mouse, and when I'm hungry, all the fun, "a mad intonation sounded.

I'll probably get a heart attack.

As if I was a psychopath who had long ago jumped before me, a psychopath, who had already fired all the remaining wheels, was a mistake!

A huge hand of me was carrying the rest of the torn shirt that hung on my defenseless body.

I had a lot of work to stand on my legs, the strength that dragged me down from the residue. In spite of all my efforts, I did not manage to push Pennywise away. I still hoped it was just a bad dream, I woke up, and it would melt like a fog, but it was all so real.

I screamed a loud soprano in the moment when something damp licked my face. The door from the cabinet sprang surprisingly, and behind the neck with his fingers wrapped tightly around him, the madman dragged me to where he liked as a doll somewhere arranged.

My legs rode down the floor in an effort to resist, but in vain. The hand in the glove released her grip, and it was as if someone had underneath my chair under my feet. I fell down on my knees to his feet.

I gasped and coughing, every breath in my lungs ached.

I did not expect anything worse to come, but the clown gripped my hair.

He did not look past me and dragged me tirelessly. He waved me down the floor toward the bed, where only the blanket on the old mattress remained.

It really hurt to tear me to my eyes.

Two big hands grabbed me and threw up.

"Young Young Young ... Fresh Fresh Fresh," he cried in a mad voice. I had no doubt that he enjoyed it.

She dropped on the bed like a rag, and the dust burst like snowflakes, my eyes wondering what was going on. Outside the room, a lamp lit up showing who I have the honor of.

The sight of him was the strangest thing I had ever seen, yet familiar, old, rooted in my mind overlaid with a mountain of memories.

He had a bigger head, bigger than a man, the hair around her circle resembled flaming flames, big lips, and the eyes of a predator overflowing with a terrible and evil one.

He was looking at me and breathing and screaming.

"Come on floating the little one!" He lured me, and I did not know what it meant, but the sinister sub-touch did not bode well.

I felt my heart explode, maybe it did, I was not sure of anything.

Am I still alive?

If I do not, I will probably not. I lay there, strained like a string, half-naked, exposed only in my pants holding the hips, and the clown did not look at my body as if it did not care, I suspected that it was only about my fear rooted in my eyes rather than something physical.

The bed was stuck to the wall, so the only leak seemed perhaps over the horror figure I saw now enough clear and close enough to recognize its white peeling make-up. The big red lips and Pierrot's ancient costume made a terrible vision of someone who was not afraid of anything, unfortunately there was not even a grain of romantic comedy as the name suggested. There were different false emotions in the clown face.

I might as well jump out of the window if I got to it, like that I just waved back to the wall, but my hand in my glove was catching my ankle and snapping me back.

"But, well, he does not go to his friend and Pennywise wants to be your friend," he said, his forefinger hiding behind a dissolute smile.

The fingers had a steel grip until I was afraid that my ankle was crushing.

"What do you want from me? Do you want to kill me ?! "I cried out after him, but Pennywis's eyes were playing rainbow colors as if I had guessed my fate, watching me as a prey for my prey.

For the first time in my life when someone was looking at me in such a perverse way, and it was totally wrong, maybe another man might have attracted me to this? Shit, that specter belonged to the curiosity museum or the front page: a dangerous madman is looking.

Anyway, patience came to me.

"Sssss, ssss baby, you do not like playing? There's so many places on you that I want to explore, "the clown's voice was as unobtrusive as the look, at one point he was playful and gentle, and the other sharp and harsh.

I blinked once, and he jumped up like a rabbit, was that possible at all? His weight buried me in the mattress, sitting on my hips and tilting my head to the right and right to the left as if deciding what to do with me now and that it would be no good.

"Such a cute doll, we first undress her and then we dress some pretty dresses," until now his gaze focused on my exposed breasts rising in desperate pursuit of peace.

The claws circled my right breast with my toes, and then they scrambled at my side.

I did not laugh.

"But is not anybody cheeky here?" The murderous whisper again.

As if Pennywise had tried me, he put a cold nose on my stomach and drove him through his skin through the breast between his breasts and his throat.

I cried out and he did it well, I felt as if he was shaking with the eagerness to leave that desperate sound again.

His breath stayed close to my throat, stroking one of his claws, rubbing him like he was kissing him.

"You'll play with me, you'll cry, I'll see your every tear, and you'll shake when I give it to you always," he breathed a long breath and let his skin go again, "you always have to worry about me."

And I had it, unreal, but now I knew at least what she wanted.

"Fear is natural, let it flow ..." He whispered deeply in my ear, and it sent me a frost on my back to places I did not really feel right now.

The cold sweat swarmed all over my body.

Pennywise ran his fingers over his body and drew the horror that was taking place in me. His pointed tongue examined his neck, his cheeks, his lips ... his lips trembling. His teeth swirled.

A sharp stab when the claws penetrated from my side into my body divided my lips slightly apart, and his tongue ran without permission between them to taste my fear directly from the living source. I shook my head, but it was a bad move, the specter caught me immediately behind my chin. He was shooting it back to himself.

"I have not played with anyone for a long time, we have a lot to do ... All those years ... "

The hand rolled back to her side, her claws moving slightly into the skin, but not the blood as before. I rewarded him with a screaming scream. Damn what the sadist wants?

"So you want to play?" He asked Pennywise in a low voice, but I did not think it was a question I could answer. It was clear to me that I had to respond somehow even though I would rather spit in his face.

"Hey, my skin is not a model," I cried, but as if he did not hear me, he just made an almost compassionate expression.

"I do not want to hurt the bird, but if he does not listen, he has to cut his wings so that he does not fly and you do not fly the pigeon, you will not leave Pennywise, never, never, never."

Where did he come again? When did I tell him or promise something like that? I was already breathing in the not-so-nice words as my claws were pushing more and more into my skin, where they began to leave more noticeable traces.

"Enough, stop!" I pained myself, for the toes of the black needles were too deep for me to feel it was this time in the blood. I bent back against him, but the other's hand clowned under my throat and squeezed slightly.

I did not, but felt his superiority over my life, and that was exactly what he wanted.

What was happening here went beyond all the limits of understanding, and yet it was tempting to discover the secrets hidden within it, but I was too frightened to see it.

In my inadvertent attempt, I bent my head to make the clown's fingers more open, but rather tighten even more like a rope to the hangman.

"Please do not hurt me! What the hell did you do to me? "I mooted my eyes and resisted the tears of helplessness but they would not see you fucking from me!

Unfortunately he looked at me as if he wanted to see them. This lame game lasted too long.

"I'll do everything you want if you do not hurt me," I tried to bargain, but the last thing I was thinking was giving up this sadistic monster.

But how to fight your own fear? I had to get some time and if I was on his side maybe I survived but was the collaboration really what he wanted?

Pennywis's saliva began to run on my breasts as I grew more and more drowned in despair, cold, disgusting, dragging down to siphon without a trace into the mattress beneath me.

He really dreams!

"You will be my sweet little little girl, years ago I chose you, but you fled to return to me again," he repeated as obsessed, in Pennywise eyes now something dangerous, maniacal as he frowned at nothing.

The smile stretched into dark contours, and his cat's iris had an iced touch as if he were remembering the years of solitude spent in the black hole.

He was horrified when he laughed but I had the worst fear when he was silent.

"M ... have we already met?" Clown's grin talked for everything.

As? When? I could not remember anything from Derry, except for the children's birthday and school trip, a couple of mother's smiles, the smell of cakes and popcorn ... the one I felt in the cupboard. I had a terrible suspicion when he was right and we really knew each other? Uncertainty in me rooted as surely as I had for years trying to convince myself for some reason that there was nothing I could look for here ...

At that moment, I dared to do a major act, stretched my hands forward, and shoved into Pennywise with the intention of knocking him out of bed and running away even if I had to run naked at police station ...

If I had anything to do with the clown, let me end up in hell!

In spite of clowning intimidating height and weight, it slightly upset him.

He probably did not expect it. My chances!

I managed to get out of the grip of the monster and jump off the bed. I ran toward the door I quickly opened and disappeared away from the room as though it were burning.

Every bloody cut hurt me as he marked my skin.

"We play! Play, play, play! I'll catch you my sweet pie, "he applauded behind me, and his resounding, terrifying voice filled with enthusiasm and joy chased me across the house and pursued at every step.

What I've done!

In that confusion, tension, fear, and darkness, I was wrong and I did not manage the last three steps down. Hardly my body fell on dirty ground.

The quick chatter behind my back quickly came to a laugh.

This really could spoil the day.

At one moment, he heard a circus melody on top of Neibolt's house at the second moment he was just behind me ...

How the hell ?!

"We did not see Minnie for a long time, maybe you were not sad," he smiled sweetly like a devil himself, rather than took me step ...

So folks after many fanfiction on the subject of TO from the amazing Stephan King Horror, I worship I made this frantic, twisted story that will include several chapters. It will be shorter, but as I still know something, I'll write something extra, but it will not be long but nutritious and there is still something going on. We will uncover the intricate past of our courageous protagonist, Minifred, who returns to Derry to find something she has long since left behind and did not want to find it.

What do they have with Pennywise in common, are they really so different, or do they have so many common things to worry about?

The story is horror, romance, eroticism, there will be friendship, hatred and a great mix of emotions.

I tried to keep Pennywise's murderous maniacal character as a masterpiece of the 2017 movie, unfortunately I did not read a book, which I'm sure to forgive once.

Otherwise, the story will take place in a time when Pennywise kills little George. We will still see if some of the facts will merge or diverge altogether in a different direction. I took a lot of inspiration, so sit down and wait for the next part!