Disclaimer: I do not own IT or any of the characters. That all belongs to the awesome and talented Stephen King. I only own my OC and other characters I make up along the way.

A/N: Guys this chapter was a hard one to write. It affected me a lot and you guys will soon know why. Also it didn't help that I was listening to the It Follows movie soundtrack. It did set the eerie mood for me though!

Sorry for any spelling errors. I'll fix them later.

"We meet fear. We greet the unexpected visitor and listen to what he has to tell us. When fear arrives, something is about to happen." ― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

Chapter 17: The house on Neibolt Street

Bill had arrived at the Neibolt House first. Having been the second to leave it didn't take long for Gwen to arrive there as well. When the Tozier girl arrived she saw how Bill was scrutinizing the old worn out house. Gwen was quick to dump her bike to the ground and walked over to where he was standing. Being next to him now, Gwen put a comforting hand to his shoulder to catch his attention. Bill spared her glance and then gave her a nod. They then both began walking up to said house.

As they cautiously walked towards it, Gwen could hear the repeated sentence Bill would often say to himself in order to help with his stuttering. Right now, Gwen thought he was saying it as a way to cope with the fear he was probably feeling from deep within.

"He thrusts his f-f-fists against the post and still insists he sees the gh-ghosts—"

They had barely reached the porch when the sound of oncoming bikes reached their ears. Not only that but a very frantic Richie was still calling out to his sister. Gwen heard this and stopped alongside Bill.

"Bill! Gwen!" Beverly was the one trying to stop them now as she and the others threw their bikes to the ground (apart from Stan who had yet again left his standing up), and they and stomped towards their two friends. "You guys can't go in there. This is crazy!"

Both Bill and Gwen turned to look at them but it was Bill who took the initiative to speak. He had to make them understand why he had to do this. "Look, you don't have to come in with me, but what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoran? Or another kid dies like Chase? Or one of us?" He asked, looking intently at all seven of them. "Are you just going to pretend it didn't happen like everyone else in this town? Because I can't." His voice wavered because of the heavy-hearted emotions he was feeling. "I go home and all I see is that Georgie isn't there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals, but he isn't." Tears began going down his cheeks and all seven losers wanted to comfort him, but they let him continue what was now a very powerful speech. "So walking into this house, it's easier than walking into my own." He finished saying to them before he started going up the porch steps.

All seven of them had been awed by his speech (Gwen included) that they did not notice something very important...well, one of them did.

"Wow..." Richie uttered causing Gwen who was still admiring Bill's bravery from the bottom porch to look at him. The others did too.

"What?" Gwen asked him.

Richie looked her right in the eyes. His expression earnest. "He didn't stutter once."

Damn.

The Tozier girl's admiration for the Denbrough boy grew more when she realized Richie was right. Bill hadn't stuttered during his speech. That made her need to go into Neibolt to be too powerful to ignore. Just as she was about to continue going up the porch steps, her brother's hand grabbed one of her hands. Gwen turned to look at him again. She right away saw the troubled expression on his youthful face.

"You're really going to go in there, aren't you." It was more a fact than a question, but Gwen nodded her head anyways. Richie let out a sigh as he let go of her hand. "Fine." He said as he to began following her up the porch steps. The others saw this and most of them followed along (thanks to Bill's speech), until Stan's fear took over.

"Wait!" The curly haired boy blurted out causing everyone to glance at him. Stan instantly became sheepish from all of their attention. Gwen's more so than the others. He managed to overlook said bashfulness and stood his ground. "Um, shouldn't we have some people keep watch? Just in case something bad happens?"

Bill's gaze wandered around his friends as he held onto the doorknob to Neibolt. "Who w-w-wants to stay?" He asked, stuttering again.

Everyone in the group aside from Gwen and Beverly put their hands up. It was a long shot but Richie and Stan had hoped Gwen's hand would have magically gone up...but it hadn't. The dark haired girl was still ever determined to step foot inside Neibolt. Stan lowered his eyes. He really did not want Gwen going in there but he couldn't find the courage to tell her not to do so. Not like he had done at Bill's garage. Standing in front of the Neibolt House took away any sense of bravery he had.

Richie, however, made his displeasure known. "Fuck." He muttered before looking at his sister again. The neutral expression she had on somewhat made the nerves he was feeling go away.

The old wooden door to the Neibolt House slowly creaked open as Bill pushed at it. He was in the front, walking forward further into the house. Behind the Denbrough boy was Richie, Gwen, and then finally Eddie. Each of them were looking around the inside with curiosity and caution.

Daylight from the cracked windows and the now opened door invaded the worn out abandoned house. This allowed Gwen to see the state the inside was in. She knew the house wouldn't have been in the best shape but now that she was inside she saw how the entire place was covered in cobwebs. From side glance she could see the repulsed expression Eddie had on from observing said surroundings. She scrunched up her face, quietly agreeing with him. It was absolutely filthy inside.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw." Richie grumbled as he made sure Gwen and Eddie were still behind him. He relaxed a little from looking at sister and friend. The fear was still there causing him to blurt out a facetious comment. "You guys are lucky we're not measuring dicks." Gwen gave him a light tap to the shoulder.

"Shut up, Richie." Eddie halfheartedly replied as he kept walking behind Gwen. He continued to gaze around the house in wariness. He gagged when he took a deep breath, the air of the house grossing him out. "I can smell it." He complained to his friends.

"Don't breathe through your mouth." Richie informed his smaller friend.

"How come?" Eddie questioned.

Richie's reply was firm. "Because then you're eating it."

The group of four suddenly came to a stop in the middle of the what they guessed was the living room. Eddie used this opportunity to reach into his fanny pack and he pulled out his inhaler. He let out a gag as he thought about what Richie said before taking a puff from his inhaler. Gwen saw how distressed the smaller boy was and she rubbed his back to comfort him. Eddie greatly appreciated her doing that and once he was able to compose himself he threw her a thankful look as he put his inhaler away.

Gwen had been too focused on calming down Eddie, that she didn't notice how her brother had walked off towards the other side of the room. There near one of the windows in the cobwebs was a piece of paper. Before stepping in this crackhead of a house, Richie had told himself not to wander off on his own, but for some reason his attention was strangely drawn to it. Like a moth to a light. He reached for said paper and once he saw what exactly it was a horrified expression crossed his face.

"R-R-Richie?" Bill's voice rang out.

This caused for both Gwen and Eddie to finally glance towards the other side of the room. They saw the expression Richie had on and how he was staring intently at the piece of paper he had in his hands. The three friends quickly walked to where the bespectacled boy was standing at.

"What is that?" Gwen anxiously asked her younger brother.

Richie's hands began to shake a little as he showed her the paper. Gwen's eyes widened when she saw that the piece of paper was indeed another missing poster...but what got to her was that it had Richie's face plastered on it.

Richie felt tears in his eyes at he met his sister's gaze. "It says I'm missing."

"Yo-Yo-You're not missing, Richie." Bill assured his bespectacled friend.

Richie vehemently shook his head as gripped the poster with a tighter hold. "Police Department, city of Derry." He looked back down at the poster. "That's my shirt. That's my hair. That's my face." He began to panic more and more as he continued to list what he saw. "That's my name!"

Bill and Eddie tried calming Richie down but it was to no avail. Their friend who was usually lighthearted was now the most panicked they have ever seen him be. Tears were now freely going down his cheeks. His vision becoming blurry. "No, it says it! What the fuck? Am I going to go missing?!" Richie didn't want to go missing. He didn't want to be like all the other missing kids in Derry. He didn't want to be forgotten. Not by his friends, and certainly not by Gwen. The thought of his sister forgetting him because he disappeared made him become more frantic.

"Richie!" Gwen pleaded but her younger brother continued crying. She called out his name again as she gingerly took a hold of his face. "Richie, look at me!" She raised her voice and that got Richie to stop his panicking momentarily. He was still breathing heavily and she felt his tears on her hands. She looked him right in the eyes, gaze ever soothing. "You're not missing and you're not going to go missing." She earnestly informed him. "None of us are. I can promise you that." She took a hold of one his pinkies with her own. "Pinkie promise."

That got Richie to finally calm down. Tears still went down his face but it wasn't because he was panicking. No, it was because of the promise Gwen had just made. Sure she had made pinkie promises before, but this one was different. Richie knew she meant it with all her heart. He nodded his head and Bill and Eddie watched with relief as he embraced Gwen in a hug.

Gwen soothed her brother once more as she rubbed his back with one of her hands and the other went through his dark locks. "If we stick together we'll be okay..." She whispered to Richie, but Bill and Eddie heard her. Bill especially took those words into thought. "And this..." She said pulling back from the hug. She took the missing poster from Richie. "This is bullshit." She ripped said poster and threw the remains in the air."See? It's not real, okay? It's just a piece of paper that's fuckin' confetti now."

Bill put a hand on Richie's shoulder. "IT is just playing tricks on you." He informed him. It finally dawned on Bill that this was in fact the first time Richie has experienced IT. Yes, he had seen IT at his garage, but this was the first time IT had solely targeted Richie with one of ITs illusions. Bill was glad Gwen was there to sooth Richie. He however sincerely hoped that Richie wouldn't have to experience another scare while they were in the house.

Richie lifted his glasses to rub his eyes and then wiped away at his cheeks. Having composure now he felt embarrassed and even a little angry for losing his cool. He of course blamed that damn clown. He hated to admit that IT had gotten to him. Now he knew exactly how Gwen the others felt when they were victimized by said clown. Despite his all over emotions, he didn't pull away when Gwen took a hold of his hand. Her touch made him feel less troubled with the situation they were in.

The Tozier boy was about to say something back to his sister, when a cry for help filled the air. The four of them were deeply startled. Eddie who had been quiet, huddled closer to Richie and Gwen, and Bill looked up the staircase. Gaze becoming hard with resolute.

"Help me, please!"

There it was again. This time they were able to tell it was a young girl's voice.

Bill was the first to follow said voice up the staircase and Eddie came out from behind Gwen and Richie to slowly walk after the Denbrough boy. Just as Gwen and Richie were about to follow too, Gwen gave Richie a look.

"Whatever happens, don't let go."

Richie squeezed her hand and nodded his head. He wasn't about to let go any time soon.

They then went up the staircase...anxious to see what waited for them upstairs.

It didn't take long for the four friends to make it to the second floor of the Neibolt House. Bill being the one who was still taking the lead, followed by Richie and Gwen, and then Eddie who had decided to linger back since climbing up the stairs. Each step making the smaller boy more and more uneasy. As they turned the corner they all heard a whimper. All of their eyes became wide with shock when they saw a girl on the floor. Gwen along with the others soon realized who this girl was. It was Betty Ripsom. How could they not recognize her? Missing posters of her had been plastered all over town.

Eddie's breathing once again began to get out of control. Richie's hold on Gwen's hand tightened as he tried to grasp what the hell was happening right now. Bill took in her helpless form and his heartbeat went rapid.

"B-B-Betty?" Bill timidly called out her name. He wanted to go up and help the poor girl but something in him hesitated in doing so.

"Ripsom?" Richie shakily asked.

Betty gave them one last pleading look before she was dragged away. Her scream made Gwen jump in place resulting in Richie doing the same thing. Eddie once again took shelter behind Gwen and Richie. Bill was the first to actually take action. Not taking his eyes away from the room Betty was in he hurriedly made his way over. Despite how spooked they were, Richie and Gwen followed behind Bill. Neither three of them had noticed the eerie voice calling out Eddie's name―resulting in the smaller boy staying back.

Bill stepped into the room and so had Richie, but just as Gwen was about to make her way inside, she came to a sudden halt. She was still holding onto Richie's hand but for some reason she couldn't step inside the room. It was like something, a force field of some sorts was preventing her from doing so. She tried walking in again and let out a huff when she was rejected like before. Richie and Bill took notice to this. Their curiousness for Betty Ripsom was put on hold as they turned their attention onto Gwen.

And it was this commotion that had Eddie focusing back on track. He looked over to where the three of them were at. He saw how Richie was trying to pull Gwen in but said girl wouldn't budge. By now even Bill was pulling on Richie who was in return still trying to bring Gwen inside. When Bill's extra strength made no difference the bespectacled boy looked at his sister with bemusement.

"Gwen, come on. What are you doing?"

"I'm not doing anything." Gwen exclaimed. She sounded panicked now. She tried stepping inside the room but this time she jumped in place almost like she had been tossed back. Even though she hadn't, it sure felt she had. The hold on her brothers hand was still there. Richie was too stubborn to let go. Gwen gave Richie and Bill a urgent look. "I can't go through. Something is not letting me go through."

"No, no, no." Richie began repeating. He looked over at Eddie, desperate. The bespectacled boy was too focused on his sister to question why he had been lingering back. "Eddie, try pushing her in." He asked for his smaller friend's help.

Eddie managed to compose himself enough to walk over to where Gwen was standing by the entrance of the room. He put his hands against her back and began pushing her, but she didn't budge. His face turned slightly red as he continued his actions. "Guys, I'm trying."

"Well, try harder!" Richie shouted as he pulled Gwen's hand as Eddie was pushing her. Yet again, she did not enter the room. He stopped his pulling but squeezed her hand. "Gwen." He said in a soft worried tone.

Gwen was about to say something back, when all of a sudden her hand started to hurt. It felt like it was being crushed. Richie's too. He grimaced at the unexpected pain but he didn't let go of his sister's hand. He hoped she wouldn't either. He looked at her, eyes pleading. "Gwen don't let go. Please don't let go."

By now Eddie's pushing had stopped. He stepped back and this allowed him to see how much pain the Tozier siblings were in based on their expressions. Richie was determined to not let go as was Gwen...that was until she let out a yell.

"Fuck!" Gwen said in agony. That fuckin' hurt. She'd been able to handle the pressure that was on her hand before, but then all of a sudden it felt like her hand was being crushed to the bone. She couldn't take it anymore. The dark haired girl felt terrible for doing so, but everything in her was saying let go...so she let go of her brother's hand. Once she wasn't holding onto Richie the pain that was there went away. She looked at her hand in disbelief before gazing at her brother. His expression was broken from no longer holding hands.

Before she was even able to say anything to her brother, the door to the bedroom slammed shut. This ultimately separated Gwen and Eddie from Richie and Bill Immediately Richie began pounding on the door. He tried to get it open as did Bill, but the door wouldn't open an inch. And just as Gwen was about to reach for the doorknob, the dark haired girl was pushed back a few feet by an unseen force onto the ground. She let out a "oof" sound from the unexpected move.

"Gwen!" Eddie shouted in alarm. He was about to make his way towards her but she held up a hand.

"I'm alright. Don't―"

Gwen didn't get to finish that sentence. The Tozier girl was once again pushed onto the floor. The back of her head hit the ground, making a loud thud noise. Her face grimaced in pain and her eyes widened by what happened next. Eddie shouted in panic again just as she was starting to get dragged away by whatever invisible entity that was hurting her. Eddie tried reaching for her but stumbled back when Gwen passed by his feet. He shuddered as her screams were echoing off the house's walls. She didn't stop screaming until she was dragged into the room that was across from them. The back of her head hit the wall hard, making her eyes flutter until they closed. Her head then lolled to the side.

Eddie became more frantic. "Gwen!" Her unconscious form raised the smaller boy's hysteria. As he hurriedly made his way towards her, Richie's and Bill's shouting could be heard from the other side of the door. Richie's being the most loudest.

"Gwen?! Eddie?! What the hell is going on?!"

"Are you guys okay?!"

"Say something!"

Eddie was too preoccupied in reaching Gwen that he didn't answer back to any of Richie's and Bill's questions. Unfortunately, just before he was about to go into the room she was unconscious in, the door to that room slammed in his face.

"No, Gwen!" Eddie began pounding and kicking at the door. He hoped Gwen would have woken up by the noise he was making, but it seemed she was still passed out in the room. Desperate to help her, Eddie ran back to the other door where Richie and Bill where behind, inwardly praying that he would get that door open unlike with Gwen's. "Guys!" He called out just a few seconds before he came to a sudden stop. To his shock the space that was between him and the door, started to deteriorate. With fearful eyes he watched as the floorboards fell to the ground. Such scene caused for his breathing to go all over the place. He was about to turn back and run to the other door when he felt something touch his shoulder.

Eddie slowly looked to the side and he let out a gasp at what he saw. It was the Leper...and the Leper was touching his shoulder.

"Time to take your pill, Eddie."

Despite how much he wanted to scream, Eddie could not find his voice. The fear and realization of the Leper touching him instead had him feeling lightheaded. With one last look at the Leper, Eddie felt his eyes close before he fell through the hole to the first story of the house. He landed onto what he guessed was a table. Dust went everywhere as his small body collided with such object. He let out a low whimper when he heard his wrist watch go off alarming him that it was time to take his medicine. However, the fall from upstairs to downstairs had been too much and just like Gwen, Eddie too passed out.

The first thought that came to Gwen when she regained consciousness was that her head hurt. It hurt really fuckin' bad. The second was her remembering how she was dragged around like a rag doll. Damn IT. With a groan, Gwen began to slowly open her eyes. After recovering from her blurry vision, she noticed how dark the room was. She used the wall to support herself as she stood up again. Her stance was off-balance due to hitting the back her head.

Speaking of her head...

Gwen used one of her hands to feel the back of her head. Her eyes widened when she felt something wet on her fingers. She brought her hand to the front and despite it being dark she knew exactly what that wet substance was. It was blood. She was bleeding. Gwen let out a low gasp. She needed to get the hell out of there. She needed to get to Richie and the others. As she stumbled to get to the door the lights to the room started flickering, startling her in the process. She composed herself as she finally got a better view of the room she was in. She bemused by such sight.

There were mirrors everywhere. There were so many it looked like a freakin' house of mirrors. Those fun ones carnivals would have. But Gwen knew there wasn't anything remotely fun going on right now. She pondered. Had there been mirrors when she first woke up? No...there hadn't been...right? Gwen honestly had no idea anymore.

Focusing on the bigger picture, Gwen resumed making her way to the door. Once facing it she tried opening the door. Not much to her surprise the door wouldn't open. Gwen started kicking and pounding on the door out of patience.

"Richie! Bill! Eddie!" Gwen shouted. She knew Richie and Bill had been in the other room, but maybe they got out? As for Eddie the last time Gwen saw him he was out in the hall with her. He still had to be out there...right? Her panic-stricken shouting didn't cease "You guys I'm in here! Open the door please!"

Before she even physically felt IT, Gwen knew IT was behind her. The entity always gave off an ominous vibe. So she knew right then and there that the presence was none other than IT. She didn't even have to look at IT to know IT was in the clown form she and her friends had seen. Pennywise. That's what got her to stop her feverish movements. But before she was even able to act out and fight the clown, Gwen was suddenly pushed onto the closed door. Her face hit the door first and then her head was turned to the side. IT kept her head pushed down and she let out a cry as ITs nose pressed against the back of her head. Right where she was bleeding from. She felt absolutely disgusted when she heard a growl of contentment.

"So sweet and pretty." IT nuzzled more against her injury. One of ITs hands was running through her tangled locks, almost as if IT was petting her. The blood from her head injury was calling out to the entity. IT had been desperate to get a sniff of her delicious blood, and now the moment was finally here. IT took another whiff and ITs yellow eyes glowed even brighter."Yes, so so so sweet." A maniacal laugh filled the air. "You're such a nice girl. I bet you have a lot of friends." The laughing stopped and instead an ardor like growl now replaced the sound from before. "Well, not anymore. I'm your only friend now." ITs voice was now low with anger and the petting had stopped. "You don't need the others. And you certainly don't need him."

Gwen assumed him was her brother Richie. However, that wasn't the the entire case. Except it wouldn't be until the fight in the sewers that she would know who exactly IT meant by him. For now she thought him was Richie, and that gave her enough boldness to finally take action. With a yell she found her strength to escape the hold IT had on her and she pushed IT back away from her.

IT let out a growl of displeasure. The entity was angered that she had fought back right when IT was about to finally get a taste of her. IT knew that not all that strength was from her but from somewhere else. The damn Turtle. She wasn't wearing the necklace, and the entity knew this because IT had taken care of that problem. So IT was going to use that to ITs advantage...oh yes IT would.

When Gwen turned around ready to fight, she was startled to come face to face not with a clown, but with a mirror instead. Although she didn't see the clown (too focused on her reflection), Gwen still heard ITs voice.

"Look in the mirror. I bet you can't name the reflection you see. Come on take a wild guess!"

Everything became muddled.

She looked into the mirror and the reflection she saw was not one she knew. Just who was that girl staring in the mirror? She had long wavy brown hair and dark eyes to match. She was average height and by standards she looked to be pretty...if one would even consider her looks to be pretty. The longer the reflection remained the stronger the feelings of dismay and forlorn grew from within. The taunting she kept hearing was just adding to her panic.

"You see you can't! Hehe, because you're nothing! Your brain is turning into mush and you're losing your memories! Nah nah nah!"

Suddenly, as if she had been slapped to the face, she knew...that reflection belonged to her! But how could Gwen have forgotten who she was? That was impossible!

No! No! No!

Her stomach then twisted in somber realization. IT explored one of her biggest fears―the loss of oneself. Mnemophobia. Yes, the Tarman and the decomposed version of Patrick scared her but not recognizing herself? Now that really pushed her over the edge.

IT for a brief moment made her completely confounded by her own reflection. She had no idea that the person in the mirror was her. She had no recognition whatsoever. And although this muddled state didn't last long, it was enough for her to be consumed by absolute fear.

IT now knew all of her fears, and IT was using the worst one against her. Just imagining everything and everyone she's ever know gone from her memory...her losing who she is one the inside... having no memories whatsoever. Now that terrified Gwen.

She felt like crying. Actually...she was crying. Her crying was more out of anger than sadness when she continued to hear IT taunting her. She couldn't take it anymore. She lost it.

"Shut up!" Gwen screamed as she pulled at her hair. Her bleeding injury was long disregarded as she tried getting ITs voice out of her head. "Shut up!" She cried out closing her eyes tightly. "Get out of my head!"

Another round of laughter erupted. "I'm not in your head, silly." The laughter stopped and ITs voice became even toned. "I'm right here."

That had Gwen's eyes snap open again. She expected to see the clown in the mirror but IT wasn't what she saw. The person she saw in the mirror had her heart aching.

It was Chase...but she noticed that he wasn't his happy self. No...he had on a blank expression, and his eyes weren't the bright blue color she had liked with all her heart. They were dull and full of misery. What really got to Gwen though were the slash marks on both of his wrists...and the blood seeping from them.

"Ch-Ch-Chase." Gwen stammered out. Tears flowed down her cheeks from looking at and talking to her deceased crush. It hurt more than she wanted to admit to herself.

"Why did you do this to me, Gwen?" Chase finally spoke. His expression was still blank but his tone of voice held various emotions. Anger being the most obvious. "It's your fault I'm dead."

Hers? This wounded Gwen and her heart broke more. "Mine?" She shakily asked.

"If I had never liked you none of this would have happened." Chase harshly told her. "It's all your fault!"

"No, please don't say that!" Gwen cried out. "I never wanted you to die!"

"Well, I am! And it's all your fault!" Chase shouted more angry. He kept repeating that over and over again until Gwen noticed how his reflection was slowly starting to form into the clown.

Pennywise.

It was now the clown who kept repeating that sentence to her. Only IT was speaking far more amused.

Gwen's crying faltered as she glared at the clown's reflection. "You killed him! You killed Chase!" Bill had been right. She should have known from the beginning. She should have listened to her gut instinct. Chase's death was not a suicide. He had been killed...because of IT. But why? Why would IT kill him and make it look like a suicide?

As she thought this the clown's smile widen. "Why yes I did! And it was so much fun watching his blood go drip, drip, drip!"

That comment pissed off Gwen more than she already was. "Why?!" She found herself asking the entity. "Why did you kill him?"

The clown's smile fell and ITs eyes glowed their infamous yellow color. "Because he more than liked you." IT furiously spit out.

Chase more than liked her? What did that mean? Did Chase love her? Gwen found herself in a whirl of emotions at that thought. God...if Chase really did love her...and he got killed because of his feelings for her...then it really was her fault (in her mind she thought so). Suddenly her hurt facial features twisted into rage. She stared IT in the eyes as she lifted up one of her legs. "Fuck you!" She shouted before kicking the mirror making it crash onto the ground. She knew this wouldn't kill IT but in her anger of losing Chase that's what she found herself doing.

With cautious steps she walked over the broken glass. It had been one mirror out of the dozen that were in the room, but Gwen felt a little bit better now that it was destroyed. However, any sense of content went away when she heard that very familiar laughter again. Eyes widening, she backed up when IT appeared in front of her.

The bells on the clown suit jingled as IT took playful steps towards her (to Gwen it was anything but playful). IT stopped following her when Gwen backed up against another mirror. IT smiled a toothy smile at how frightened and anxious she now appeared to be. The smell of her blood was strong, and her blood smelled even more delicious mixed with her fear. Except instead of pouncing on her (like IT wanted to), IT let out another spine-chilling laugh.

"That wasn't very nice. A broken mirror is seven years of bad luck."

Gwen opened her mouth ready to snap at the entity when the ground beneath her caved in and she fell with a scream.

Pennywise's laughter rang in her ears all the way until she landed downstairs. And once again for the second time that day, Gwen found herself becoming unconscious.