I don't own any of this Paranorman belongs to Laika and IT belongs to Stephen King.

It had been a week since the witch incident, and the residents of Blithe Hallow were cleaning up the damages that was left behind during Agatha's rampage. Most of the streets were cleaned out and some of the stores had been rebuild, but most parts of the town were still littered with shattered: bricks, wood, stone, branches, cars, and souvenirs from the stores.

Although the witch storm had caused a lot of damage; that night had really changed the people of Blithe Hallow.

One of these changes was that Norman the once outcast, was now the town hero, and was now praised for his ability to speak to the dead.

His family (especially his father) had accepted his gift.

Alvin his once bully had now became friends with him.

Neil was still his friend, but now since that night more kids wanted to be friends with the best friend who hung out with the hero.

Salma had actually accepted Norman's friendship, but still had that know-it-all attitude.

But the biggest change to the town was that instead of using a witch as a main attraction. The town had decided to use the zombies as the attraction: zombie toys were being made along with billboards, posters, movies, restaurants, puns, and even a statue was being made.

Yes things in Blithe Hallow had change quite a lot since that fateful night, But unknown to everyone. Another force had woken up, and this one was pure evil.

It had all started one cloudy day. A young boy name Tim was walking home from school that day. He was using an alternate route through the town's more olden sites, due to his usual route being blocked off by a tree thanks to the witch storm.

Tim walked down the sidewalk while humming a joyful tune, he was also waving a stick around as if it was a sword. Tim continued walked and hum until he stopped, once he found himself by a old and creepy house.

Looking at the house: it had shingles coming off, bricks out, cracked windows, and a haunted house feeling.

Tim dropped the stick as he grew nervous as he looked at the house; he was convinced that it was haunted by some ghost. He turns to walk away from the house, until a voice stopped him.

"Hi ya Timmy!"

Turning around Tim saw a clown standing on the pathway that led to the house.

"Aren't you going to say hello?"

Tim grew a bit nervous as the clown spoke.

"I'm sorry mister, but my parents told me not to talk to strangers."

The clown smiles, "But you just talked to me."

"Opps."

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Pennywise the Dancing Clown and you are Timmy, now we know each others names. That means we aren't strangers, right?"

"I guess." Tim backs away a few steps.

"Oh, don't be afraid kiddo." "Here you wanna a balloon?" Pennywise reaches into his pocket and then pulls out a red balloon.

Tim looked at the balloon, he loved balloons and he loved the color red.

Pennywise smiled grew wider, "Come on Timmy take it, you know you want it."

Tim slowly walks up to the clown until he was mere inches from him.

"You know if you come with me back to my house, you can have all the balloons you want."

Tim perks up at this, "Really?"

"Yes, I also got cotton candy, hot dogs, rides, and even popcorn."

"You got popcorn?"

"Yes, there my favorite because they pop! Pop, pop, pop!"

Pennywise and Tim shared a laugh together, but then Pennywise stopped laughing and stared at Tim blankly, a low growl could be heard from him. Tim slowly stopped laughing and got hesitant as the clown stared at him, he backed away one step. "Well I better get going."

Pennywise reaches the balloon to him, "Without your balloon?"

"I really don't want a balloon."

Pennywise puts on a sad face, "AW! Come on bucko, take it! I know you want it Timmy."

Against his better judgment Timmy raised his hand up and begins to reach for it.

Pennywise smiles, "Yes, take it Timmy."

Tim reached out more, but when he was just about to touch the string. Pennywise suddenly moved it away from his hand, and grabbed his hand at lightning speed. Tim looks up and only saw a flash of sharp teeth move towards him; before he felt them grab him by head and crushed his skull.

Sheriff Hooper and deputy Dwayne felt sick to their stomachs when they found Tim's body. Behind them the child's mother was on her knees, crying into her hands, grieving over the lost of her little boy.

Dwayne looks over at sheriff Hooper with concern. "Who could of done this sheriff?"

Hooper replies, "I don't know, but whoever done this is a real sicko. And I can assure you he will be brought to justice."

Rain then begins to fall as the paramedics moved in to place a white sheet over Tim's body. Inside the house, a red balloon was floating behind the first floor window. It floats there for a couple minutes before it pops, and the creepy laughter of a clown could be heard.