• THE CURSE OF DERRY • PENNYWISE X READER

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

"Great it's pouring out there, I don't have a fucking umbrella and it's a miles walk to get home" I complained to the chef.

The chef looked at me and giggled.

"Honestly I would give you a ride home but I don't finish till eight" He explained.

I glanced down at my watch to see it was only four thirty, and there was no way that I was going to wait over three hours to get a ride home. I looked out the window once again, dreading having to walk out in that wet.

I sighed to myself, walking out the back to the staff room, a small boxed room with a computer a couple of shelves for your bags' and a keg to sit on and use that same computer and the sad excuse of a desk. I reached up to grab my bag from the top shelf, unzipping it to throw my name badge in. I then swung it over my shoulder and headed back towards the seating area of the restaurant.

"I'll see you tomorrow chef" I said with a wave.

"Bye Y/N. See you tomorrow darlin'" He waves back at me, sympathy in his eyes as he watched me head out the door.

I pushed my way out of the door and straight into the cold air. The wind whipped my hair out of its ponytail, bits of my fringe straggled down. The cold breeze flew up my skirt instantly causing me to shiver. I looked back across the street, where that balloon had been.

"Fuck this" I said as I began to pace down the street.

As I was speed walking down the main street of which I worked, already dripping from the rain, I remembered a quicker route home. Only problem is, this quicker way home means I have to walk past a place more locally known as the Well House.

Shivers ran all over my body, even larger goosebumps forming over the ones I had from the cold.

I'm not usually the superstitious type, but that house gives me the creeps. It always feels like it's watching you, with that creepy twisted tree and with its busted rusted fence, and wooden planks blocking the windows and door. Who lived in that shit hole? And why don't they just knock the sorry excuse of a house down already?

I stood at the corner of Neibolt street, taking a deep breath in before I began to walk down the daunting street.

My heart starts to race as I walk past the old withered house. As I walk on the opposite side of the street I can't help but look. The wind continued to howl and the rain still poured, and even through all that noise, you could still hear the creaking of the old wooden boards.

I didn't let my curious gaze slow me down though, instead I pick up the pace. As I still stared, I couldn't help but think about that singular balloon floating all by itself out the front of the café, making my heart race even faster than before.

Suddenly everything seems to go silent, I swear I hear the sound of the old creaky wooden door edging open, my heart drops, the blood in my face drained, without a second thought, I ran, not stopping until I made it home.

Finally making it to my front yard, I run to the front door slamming the keys in the lock, twisting them frantically as I tried to get in, my heart was pumping, and my hands shaking from the run home. I suddenly freeze with the keys still jammed in the lock, the same sensation as out the front of the Well House flew over. Dead silence.........

I hear a whisper come from behind me, it seemed to flow with the wind, blowing past my ear, brushing through my hair.

"HIiiiiiii...." It echoed.

I quickly turned to look over my shoulder, only to see no one was there. I looked forward once again, placing my hand back on the keys and turning them. My ears felt super sensitive, even a slight whistle of wind sent my senses crazy.

Once again I felt a cool breeze blow on to the back of my neck, but this time it felt different, I slowly looked over my shoulder once again, my fingers still twisting the keys as I did so.

I heard a sudden click, as the door unlocked, I looked to the door and grabbed the handle, twisting it and pushing it open before turning around again. My interest suddenly fell upon a small stormdrain that layed across the street from where I lived. And there once again, a single red balloon levitated just above the drain, and same as before, even though it was blowing a gale, it barely moved.

I continued to stare across at it, as I still held the door. My curiosity finally got the best of me, I walked over to the drain to inspect the damn thing.

"What kind of joke is this!?" I murmured as I wandered over.

I stopped at the drain, starring at the ballon as I stood out in the street completely drenched. I reached toward the balloons' string when I suddenly heard a voice.

"Hi..." A whisper came from the drain, similar to before.

I jumped at the voice that emanated from the drain, taking a few steps back. I stood a decent two metres away from the drain, in a running stance, ready to leg it as I continued to stare.

I looked deeper into the drain squinting, deciding to step forward to get a better look when I suddenly saw two bright eyes pop out of the dark. I jumped high enough to hit one of the street lights, landing on the wet tarmac on a funny angle, I lost my footing, slipping over and landing straight on my arse.

"Ouch!!!" I groaned as I sat on the road, momentarily forgetting about the eery and intimidating eyes starring back at me.

"Fuck..." I yelled looking at my twisted ankle.

I ignored my sore butt and ankle, instantly looking back to the strange character standing within the stormdrain.

"Hey there Y/N, watcha doing out here in the rain?" He asked.

Without answering, I just starred back at this freak standing in a storm drain during a storm like this. His glowing eyes pierced mine as our eyes locked.