I suddenly realize the weight of the situation I'm in. It's either two things: I'm standing in front of a maniac that found a really good costume and acts really well as Pennywise, or I got myself stuck in Pennywise's trap.
The thought intrigues me. My mind is filled with more and more questions now. I slowly reach for my camera, not looking away from the clown, and not letting him intimidate me with his tall height.
"Show me." I say,
Pennywise frowns and I wait for him to walk to wherever, but he keeps still. He looks at me, confused at my reply, then squints as he observes my face. I give him a look that shows how impatient I'm slowly becoming, "Show me the missing kids." I insist.
He's surprised, and he creepily grins,
Pennywise moves to the left and gestures his hand, showing children standing in a line facing us. I can't see their faces as they're all looking down at their feet. Their clothes look ragged and dirty, their hair, a mess.
"Take a shot," Pennywise laughs maniacally, "Go ahead, Alissa!"
Instead of feeling terrified, my mind wanders at how he's doing all of this, how he's actually real, how he came about. I realize that the kids might not even be real, as he's probably just trying to scare the hell out of me.
Suddenly, in one blink of an eye, the three children disappear from sight. Pennywise quickly glances at me, and now he's glaring at me.
"What?" I ask slowly walking backwards,
He shoots me a confused look, and I shoot him the same, "What?" I repeat louder,
"What are you?" he asks in a whispered way,
I furrow my eyebrows, confused as well, "What?"
The wind blows hard around us, and I feel cold now. The balloon tied to my wrist violently sways to the wind. He steps closer to me,
"Why aren't you scared?" he asks me with a low voice, observing me,
How the hell does he know that?
"How do you know my name?" was all I manage to ask. It was word vomit. I didn't know what to say, I did't know what to do, I'm hella confused and intrigued and I just want to go home and figure this shit out. I'm still trying to figure out if he's real,
The clown smirks at me, "You're hesitating," he says in a tone of voice that suggests he's figured things out,
I haven't. I'm still confused.
"You think I'm just a figment of your imagination, dear Alissa?" he mocks me, moving his hand around,
I frown at him, "Or a guy in a really good cosplay suit," I mumble out of annoyance,
He laughs maniacally again then completely stops, "Alissa, Alissa," he starts as he seems to slowly move closer to me, eyes flaring red and yellow-"You think you're smarter than any kid out there, don't ya?"
"Well, going here was definitely a stupid move,"
He grits his teeth, and I notice the clown's two buck teeth. Weird enough, every detail in this clown resembles Pennywise.
He can't be...
"No fucking way..." I accidentally say out loud,
As if Pennywise could not handle the profanity, his smile disappears again. His inconsistent show of emotions makes it too believable. I think I got my answer.
Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he disappears. The wind completely stops swaying the tree branches and blowing through the leaves. I look around the park and see the swing slowly come to a stop. I'm left alone in the park. Even the clown left me untouched.
I'm even more confused than before.