My Pennywise

Chapter 3:

I woke up laying in my bed, feeling sluggish. I couldn't remember much of what happened, but I couldn't stop thinking about the man who was in my bathroom with me.
Helping me.
I remember his face so clearly.
I sat up and pressed my fingers on the temples of my forehead, shutting my eyes tightly.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the water to find it to be clear.
No voices.
     I then looked out the window to find the driveway empty.
No sign of visitors.

     Something strange was happening, as nothing was really happening. It's now too quiet. My throat feels raw and I slightly cringed at the thought of me attempting such thing.
I took the advantage of clear water and decided to take a shower. I haven't enjoyed a shower in over a year because of the red water and disturbing whispers coming from beneath me.
When I was finished, I wrapped the soft towel around my torso. I wiped the condensation off from the bathroom mirror to see my face, but was startled to see Pennywise, standing behind me.
I swiftly turned, holding the towel tightly against my body. His tall figure towered over me, his eyes are now blue and his red painted lips were slightly parted.

"What are you doing here?" I finally found my voice. "You didn't visit me. Your friend," he said angrily, still keeping his clown voice. I nervously tightened my grip on the towel. "I'm sorry. I haven't had the chance," I said honestly, even though I never planned on visiting him. I was terrified of him. I know I should call the police, but what can they do? He appears out of nowhere. It's probably my mind playing tricks on me.
Vivid tricks.

When he went to take a step closer to me, I flinched back, placing my hand on the sink behind me while holding the towel with the other. I have a strong feeling that he will kill me. I wonder if it's now, some time soon, or unexpectedly.
"Don't be afraid. I'm only a clown," he slowly walked towards me. "I just want to be your friend," he made a sad frown. I felt my heart almost beating out of my chest. He lifted a hand and placed it on my cheek. I looked down, too afraid to look up at him. I closed my eyes and turned my face away from him.
"Stop," I spoke quietly. He pulled his hand away as if it was an electric shock. I finally looked up at him and he looked frozen, like a statue. His blue eyes gazed at my brown ones. The silence between us felt excessively awkward and unsettling.

"Raven," he whispered. I swallowed my fear and answered. "Pennywise. You're not real. You're something my mind has made up to mess with me." He looked offended. "Are you telling me you don't believe in what you see?" He questioned. "Not necessarily," I pouted and furrowed my brows. I know my mind can make up terrifying illusions.
"Come with me, I'll prove to you that I'm real," he grabbed my hand. "I don't know," I said doubtfully. "If you think I'm something your mind has made up, then you have nothing to fear," he made an evil smile. "Just give me a moment," I snatched my hand away, realizing that I'm only wearing a towel.

When I returned to the bathroom, there were words written on the mirror in red.

MEET ME AT THE SEWER

I knew where he meant. The place where we first met. I stepped out the house and put my hands in my sweater pockets. In just a few blocks, I was at my destination and found a note stuck to the bars of the gutter. I cautiously picked it up and unfolded it.

An address was written on it.

I stuffed the paper in my sweater pocket and followed where it told me to go. I scanned the houses and paused when I saw an old house that appeared to be abandoned. I heard voices calling my name from inside.
I hesitated to enter.

"It's all in your head," I quietly spoke to myself. I took a deep breath and went inside. It was dark and felt as if I was being watched.
"Pennywise?" I called out. I walked towards the stairs and looked down to see a void of darkness. "Pennywise?" I attempted to call out, but ended up being a low murmur. I slowly went down the stairs.
I can hear my own heartbeat accelerating.
I stopped to see him, standing near a large hole in the floor. He held his hand out for me to grab. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me close to him, looking down at me.
"You'll float down here," he spoke in a low tone. I didn't know what he meant by that, but it made me feel slightly frightened.