Clown's Revenge

Memories

(Dillion point of view)

 Twenty seven years ago we were all kids. We were all the same and we acted our childish ways. Then...it came. It came and did terrible things to us, toturing us mentaily and psychically. We suffered from it and that's when we defeated the clown. We went back to our normal lives as children and grew. 

Heather became a librarian and she worked at a small library. Kelly became an artist and donated some of the money to some churches, I didn't quite see her as the artist knowing her personality but she sent me some of her art and it was damn painted well. ( F/N) worked as an Author in her apartment where she would often send me some of her work. As for me well, I didn't go too far in life being that I had a boring job as a janitor at a elementary school. It's been ten years since I've seen those guys and I miss them. I hoped that maybe one day I would be able to see the again.

The bell rang and the kids flooded out of their classrooms into the hallways. I walked into the art was the first classroom I always clean. As I walked in I saw a girl sitting at her desk drawing something.

"School's out little girl, I need you to leave so I can clean up" I said as I tapped the girl on the shoulders. She looked up at me and realized everyone was gone.

"Sorry Mr. Dillion, I'll be going now bye" she said as she ran off with her bag. I smiled too myself and turned my attention to her desk which had her drawing. Should I run after her and give it to her right now I wondered. The paper was blank and curious as I was to see what she drew. I flipped it over and I was struck with fear

She drew a clown. It had a big red nose with badly drawn makeup, green hair, blue overalls and big clown shoes. I remembered the horror we endured and how much it hurt. I wanted to throw up but I managed to swallow it almost choking on it through the process. Calm down Dillion, we killed that clown so I just need to relax..not get intense over the past.

Breathe in and out Dillion, everything's good, life is swell, don't freak out over the past.

After cleaning I walked home since my house was close to the school. It was raining and I forgot to bring a damn umbrella so I had to run through the rain which was pouring down on my now wet clothes. 

I opened my door to my house and slammed it behind me. Breathing out of breath I went to my room to change into a sweatshirt and sweatpants. After getting dressed I jumped on the couch and turned on the T.V to see what fake news was on, why I might watch something so fake will only be an enigma.

Dead teen in Derry killer, unknown killer 

I sat up eyes widen and my heart racing. They had a woman reporter who said the teen had his limbs torn, his head and right arm being the only thing attached. In the distance I could see something......that clown. He was right behind her and he grabbed the microphone out of her hands. The woman only stepped back disappearing

" Freckles, how's one of my favorite meals?" The clown said as he grinned at the camera. Could he see me?

I stood up shaking my head. " No, I thought we killed you!?" There were always the chance on him living though.

"Oh well you thought wrong silly boy, the fun never ends and let's face it you can't defeat me" the clown chuckled loudly. " Your too old!"

I builded up my courage and stared him down. " We defeated you as a children, we'll defeat you again as adults!" I shouted

It rolled it's eyes at me. "Sure tough boy, besides you let those girls fight for you while you just sat back crying over your dead girl" it said fake crying. "Speaking of dead girl look who's here" the clown cooed as he moved away from the camera. Moving out of the way to show.....Lauren.