it imagines. | 1990-2017

Bill Denbrough (HALLOWEEN SPECIAL) | 1990&2017

Bill and I where walking down his street from where he lived. His mother had sternly told him that he wasn't allowed to stay out too late and that he wasn't allowed to go any further than the end of his street and avoid anyone he didn't know - she'd been paranoid of Bill staying out too late since Georgie had gone missing. We both where out trick or treating, whilst the rest of the losers where having fun down on other streets and collecting even more candy than us. Although, I stayed with Bill because I didn't want him to be alone and I knew he would be pretty upset about it if I left him.

"Th-there's anouther h-h-house over th-there." He lifted up his hand and pointed towards it, as I turned my head and eyed the gloomy looking house. It looked dank and dark as fake cobwebs hung from the front porch, and green sparkling lights lit up the garden as a fake tombstone was sticking out of the patchy grass.

I nodded and started strolling towards it with Bill by my side. Eventhough we where teenagers, we still liked to trick or treat. It gave us a sparkly feeling inside as we knew we where going to fill our stomachs with delicious candy and fizzy drinks. I smiled lightly as we approached the door and knocked three times and took a step back, earning a squeaky noise come from the ancient wood underneath mine and Bill's feet. No one answered, so I decided to knock again once more. Still no one answered. I sighed as me and Bill turned around - realising this was the last house we had left on his street.

"Well, I could always go the store and buy more." I huffed trying to find a spark of motivation as I looked into my paper bag. I saw that I only had five individual sweets, which where pretty small compared to the rest of the losers bags.

"I d-don't think y-you sh-should go on your own." He said worriedly, as I sighed and hopped down the steps of the house.

"Hmm... I guess you're right. I don't wanna run into Bow-." I was about to finish my sentence, before I heard Bill's breathing hitch from behind me and a creak tingle my ears - coming from the front door of the house. "Bill?" I whispered as I felt a gust of wind escape from the house and graze my shoulders. I suddenly got a gut feeling that I should get back to his parents house... but I was left in utter shock and fear as I watched the streets light turn off one by one - leaving us in the eerie darkness. I shivered immensely as I turned around slowly with Bill, to see a silhouette of a clown type creature. I sniffed with wide eyes and took a step back, unfortunately missing a step and plummeting to the pavement. I watched Bill as he scrambled down beside me and pick me up, watching the clown thing getting closer and closer to us. We where watching it with pure fear and wide eyes as its smile grew bigger and its balloons waved about in the steady wind.

"Georgie liked it in there." The clown chuckled, as I realised I was sitting on the path infront of a large gutter. I bit my chapped bottom lip in fear and whimpered when I realised I had bitten down too hard on it and it had started bleeding.

"W-wh-what?" I heard Bill stutter out in fear, as he also stared at the clown in rage. Did this thing really murder his brother? Or was it a person... - no it can't be?! It has bright yellow eyes and a forehead so huge it obviously can't be human.

"Would you like a balloon Billy? Or maybe you would like one Y/N." I heard its bells jingle as it shook his head in somewhat looked like in excitement. I looked at Bill worriedly, as he shot me a worried glance back.

"N-no th-anks." Bill gulped, as he lifted me up and scurried off down the street away from the clown.

I panted with my hands on my chest, to see the clown now standing in the middle of the street still holding his bright red balloons. I shivered again and didn't realise a car was right infront of me and Bill. I shirked as I stared into the brightly lit headlights and then into the windshield to see that it was Henry Bowers and his gang, and then it then it all went black.

That was the last thing I could remember. Just seeing that clown... the headlights... Henry Bowers... and Georgie. Wait.. Georgie?

"Y/N. Why are you here?" I heard a whisper from who I thought it was Georgie in my right ear, as my vision was still pitch black and the only senses available was my hearing. I couldn't talk.. I tried opening my mouth but I just couldn't.

I then saw a bright light in the distance... it was blinding but it looked like it was an entrance to something amazing. I then felt a breeze hit my neck and then my face, as I woke up from that ... weird encounter I just had with my imagination.

I looked up to see people crowding around me as I whimpered at the pain in my right leg... I didn't want to look ... but then I felt it snap as I was lifted onto a chair and being pushed into an ambulance.

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my head hurts. bye now.

Sorry this was bad af but I reallllyyyy feel sick :(