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I skipped my way down to the hideout, to find the Losers looking down at the floor, clearly depressed.
"Wha-"
"Stan."
"He-"
"Got taken. To the Neibolt house."
I shuddered at the thought. I knew something was up with that house since I first passed it.
The sound of old Elvis songs filled my ears as I placed my elbow onto the car door. I softly let my head rest on my palm as I stared out into the neighborhood I would be spending my Childhood in.
This old dump? It's so forgotten by everyone it's not even on the news.
It sure ain't no state capital.
I began to close my eyes until the car jolted and I opened them to see an old crooked house.
I moved back and studied it closer.
I shuddered as we drove closer.
This wasn't it right?
We began to pass and I took a deep breath.
I noticed a small red figure.
I looked closer and saw it was balloons. Red balloons.
The balloons swayed in the air as they almost let me see the figures face.
They began to drift to show a clown.
He was staring hungrily.
Almost furiously.
I moved farther back as he held out a ballon and let it drift into the air.
There was another bump and I fell to the floor of the car.
