It was routine.

Every Saturday Michelle, and her father would go to her Uncle and Aunts house for a family dinner that both matrons had prepared. After dinner, the adults would sit around the table, drinking wine, and talk about their week, and what their children were up to. The children: Bill, Michelle, and little Georgie would head off either up stairs or outside, and do whatever children were interested in these days.

Due to Michelle's father working a little later that day, she decided to take a walk in the rain, enjoying the smell of wet dirt, and fresh rain that wafted in the air. Though she had a rain coat on, she kept an umbrella over her head just to ensure that she stayed dry for dinner. Michelle was looking ahead as she walked and noticed a small yellow raincoat. A child was wearing it, on its knee's in front of a sewer drain.

As Michelle slowly walked closer she began to recognize the voice of the child.

"Well I better get going now." Georgie said. He seemed a little apprehensive to Mim. Who was he talking to?

Then she heard the other voice.

"Oh, without your boat?" The voice wasn't human. To Mim the best way to describe it was like a imitation of a human voice, like someone was trying just too hard to even speak.

"Come on, take it."

Dread slowly started to fill Mim, starting from her belly, slowly spreading to her veins as she watched her baby cousin begin to reach into the sewer. She could tell he couldn't reach for whatever he wanted, so as his body begun to move closer, she shouted "Georgie no!" and began to run towards him.

The boy immediately jumped away from the sewer with wide eyes, looking at his older cousin in surprise, until a hand came out of the sewer, and grabbed Georgie's leg. This pushed Michelle to drop her umbrella and run faster. The rain seemed to fall harder, the wind rushing as her panic increased after a white gloved hand began to drag her cousin to the sewers. Mim slid on her knees in the water falling onto her side, and grabbed the boy, her longer legs anchoring them on the side of curb preventing the being from dragging little Georgie into the sewers.

Reacting to the interruption the being pulled harder, Georgie crying out in pain and fear as the action pulled on his joint. Michelle looked down, saw a face, and kicked. She didn't take time to register what their attacker looked like, only thinking they need to escape, or bad things were going to happen.

First kick, the hand loosened.

Second kick, the hand let go.

The third kick didn't make it, as the hand grabbed Michelle's foot instead. Georgie quickly got up grabbing onto her hand.

"Georgie no! run!" Michelle yelled as she pushed him away, bracing herself with her remaining foot against the curb.

Georgie looked around not knowing what he should do. He wanted to run, but he didn't want the clown to hurt his cousin.

"Georgie now! Go get help!" Michelle screamed as nails began to dig through her jeans and into her skin.

As soon as Georgie turned around Michelle then directed her attention towards the drain sewer. She couldn't see with her foot in the way, so she pushed again. Then next thing she knew teeth began to dig into her foot. Michelle released a bloodcurdling scream, the pitch seemed to startle whatever had a hold on her foot, their grip loosening to the point where Michelle yanked her foot away, kicked the creature again, and began to drag herself away, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Georgie ran up the street, trying his best to go as fast as he can so he could get his Dad to help Mim. What Georgie didn't notice was the car speeding towards him as he crossed the road, brakes squealed as they tried to avoid hitting the child, but they did. The car having enough force to knock poor Georgie over enough where he hit his head on the pavement and blacked out.

The old lady peaked her head out the door after hearing the heart wrenching scream just outside of her door. In place of the young boy in his yellow rain coat was a teenage girl, a pool of blood mixing with rain water. Gasping in horror she quickly rushed back into her home to phone the police.

Both children seemed to have been attacked. No known witnesses other than Mrs. Wethers who had earlier seen George Denbrough in front of a drain passage.

As stated by Mrs. Weathers.

"I had gone to pull up my porch blinds so they would not get damaged by the winds. When I had pulled them up I had seen the boy on his knees in front of the sewer drain. I didn't see anything else, and I had gone back inside to begin preparing dinner. It seemed a short time later I had heard yelling. I thought nothing of it as there are often kids running down the street. Then I had then heard just the most horrible scream, scared me so much I had dropped the pan I was holding. I had immediately gone to my door to see what the racket was when I saw the girl in the middle of the road, with all the blood I had though she was dead. That was when I had gone to the police and I remained inside until they had showed up."

"Are you sure there was nothing else Mrs. Wethers? Any animals? People?"

"No, only my cat Simon, but he was on the porch the entire time!"

No evidence of any animal was found near the scene. George Denbrough had been struck by a distracted driver after his cousin had instructed him to run home for help. When questioned on the events George Denbrough stated he could not remember anything. Doctors further diagnoses states due to head trauma it is likely George Denbrough will either regain his memory over time, or not at all.

We have received a statement from Michelle Thomas.

"What is your relationship with George Denbrough?

"He's my cousin. His mother is my aunt, our mothers are sisters."

"Do you remember what you were doing prior to the incident?"

"I was walking to my Aunt and Uncles house for dinner. Dad was working late so I decided to walk so I could help out with dinner."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"It's all blurry what exactly happened."

"Ok just tell me what you can recall now."

"I remember dread, panic, and fear. I thought Georgie was going to die, I remember telling him to run, and a pain in my leg and just constant thinking I need to go, I need to escape, keep kicking keep trying. Eventually it let go and that's all I remember."

"Did you see what it was that had attacked you?"

"I can't remember."