JUNE

The one thing June hates about living in her neighborhood was that fact that it was damn near the creepy house on 29 Neibolt Street. The house itself is completely abandon and uninhabitable, apart from homeless people and drug addicts using it to sleep inside. But ever since kids started to go missing at an alarming rate, June felt as if there's something wrong with that house.

Every time she rode past it, there was this unsettling feeling that…she was being watched by something. Sometimes there were moments when she thinks she sees someone staring from out the second-floor windows.

Today is no different.

Until she hears a baby's cries out of nowhere.

June looks around, wondering where the cries from coming from. She was only person that was currently outside. June checks her watch: it read 2:27 PM.

She hears a baby's cry again.

June gets off her bike and lets it fall to the concrete ground. Her eyes focus on the crumbling house. She stood there motionless.

'Junie.'

The moment she hears someone calling out her, June's legs moves on their own accord. Towards the neibolt house. The cries of the baby grew louder as she walks towards the front door as it opens by itself. Any sense of self-preservation was long gone from her mind. The only thing that was important to June was the baby that was in clear distress.

When she steps onto the actual house property, she could hear the faint sounds of a woman sobbing and begging.

"Please, Devil…leave us be…" Clearly, this woman was frightened by someone. June could only think if this was some homeless woman with a newborn.

Her foot contacts the decaying pouch steps.

"You mistake me woman." The voice that spoken sounds guttural and unnatural. "No mere devil."

June moves to the second pouch step.

"I am the Eater of Worlds."

The third step.

"But my child, not my child…she is innocent…"

June is in front of the door entrance, staring blankly into the darkness of whatever lies inside this house.

"So you say."

The newborn screams in distress. June instinctively steps into the darkness and searches for the distressed newborn. The door slams shut behind her. But she didn't care. Or at least that's what she is supposed to believe.

The voices had stop talking. She listens out for the newborn.

Eerie silence.

June cautiously looks around the living room of the house. There was a dark wooden piano against the corner wall covered in dust and cobwebs. And lying on the floor near the piano was something moving, wrapped up in a blanket. June stares at it for a moment before a tiny pale arm stretches itself out of the blankets. She quickly goes over to the newborn, gently kneeling to the floor and looks at the newborn.

Its face was red and puffy from crying. June noted that despite the temperature inside had to be over 100 degrees and humid, the baby didn't appear to be sweating or showing symptoms of a heat strokes. The baby yawns a little and then looks up at June with bright blue eyes. Tiny hands reach out for her face.

June smiles softly. "Hey little one. Where's your mommy and daddy."

"Well I dunno about mommy but daddy is right here."

June held the baby close to her chest when she heard that horrible voice. She remembers who that voice belonged to. She prays to God that this wasn't really happening. June feels as if her throat was closing on her, making it difficult to breath. Slowly and dreadfully, June looks behind her back, catching a glimpse of bright ginger colored hair.

"You're not really." She tells herself, closing her eyes tightly.

It giggles uncontrollably.

The baby starts to fuss and scream at the top of its lungs. June held them more tightly to her chest.

'You're not real.'

'You're not real.'

'You're not real.'

The baby abruptly stops screaming and goes limp in June's arms. She snaps her eyes open and looks down. Her eyes widen.

The baby was no longer in her arms. Instead, she was holding a bundle of bloody blankets, the blood still warm as excessive liquid drips in-between her fingers. June lets out a whimper. She looks up, expecting to see the clown giving her that awful buck-tooth smile.

No one was standing there.

June tries to relax her breathing, fearing that she was this close to fainting. Her heart rate slows down its pace.

"Maybe I am going crazy…" June says in a low tone.

She turns her back for a moment. Suddenly, a pair gloved hands grabs June by her neck. She lets out the loudest scream her lungs can allow her. It lifts her off the ground as she struggles against it by kicking her legs in the air and pounding feebly on its' hands.

It laughs mockingly at her. "Did I trick you little Junie?"

She kicks at him. "You're not real." June gasps out. "I'm not afraid of you."

"Lies!" It yells at her. Its golden eyes begin to shift to an angry crimson color. "You're so afraid right now I can taste it in the air." It sniffs her face deeply and lets out a low growl. "And I wanna play a game."

It brings her face towards his. June watches as its crimson eyes began to glow. The glowing intensifies as it became whiter than red. June slowly feels herself drifting out of consciousness until she was completely gone from this world.


IT

He watches as her eyes turn faded and dull. Her arms and legs went completely stiff and still, no longer having the urge to fight back against him. He lets go of her neck and watches as she is lower until her feet touch the ground again.

He smiles sweetly at her. "Are you a good girl, Junie?"

She nods obediently. He pets the top of her head as she was a canine. To him, she is already his pet. His toy alone to play with.

"You're my special girl." He says to her, stroking her hair. "And you keep being a good girl, I'll let you see your father again. And Georgie too."

"Please?" She asks childishly.

He giggles in delight, finding great pleasure in making her feel so weak. So, vulnerable. "Oh yes. And you'll come with me to the sewers when it's time for us to go back to sleep."

"Sleep?"

"Yes, and you'll come whether you want to or not." He growls at her but it didn't affect her. "You have no choice. But you won't do anything to upset your only friend, Pennywise? Would you?"

"No.."

He smiles evilly and places a small kiss on her forehead. "Good. Now close your eyes and count to seven. When you wake, you won't remember this."


AN: I have a tumblr account if you want to look at stuff related to this story ( )