stanley uris || count me in

9. WAS THAT A CLOWN?!

(Sorry for slow updates guys, but it was finals week so...)

(Y/N)'s POV

Stan told me that he and the other Losers had been seeing things. Illusions that a person shouldn't normally experience. The ones that make you feel psychotic, as if you're slowly losing your mind each waking moment. Apparently, each of them had seen something different.

"It's as if it knows exactly what scares us most." I had let go of his collar, but I remained standing right in front of him.

"And that's what he becomes...." This was insane! But as much as I wanted to deny everything, it all made sense. How else did I see Will's floating head that night in the woods?

"Exactly. It's like a walking embodiment of our darkest fears." We sat down on his bed and he whispered to me what the Losers were seeing, as if this monster was going to hear us. 

"Bill saw a zombie Georgie, Eddie's been attacked by a leper, Beverly was coated in blood from a sink, Ben was chased by a dead soldier with no head, and Mike saw burning hands!!!" I put a hand on his arm to stop him from shaking. Stan became short of breath and I pulled him in for a hug. He nestled his head into my shoulder and sighed. When all was calm once more, I asked him a question.

"What did you see?" 

"A lady with a flute. She has a messed up face and huge fangs. Her painting is in my father's office at the synagogue." He shuddered and I opened my mouth to speak again. 

But I was interrupted by a loud bang. 

Stan and I both whipped our heads around towards his door and looked out into the hall.

"Are your......Parents home?" He shook his head from side to side slowly, and a jolt of fear ran down my spine. 

"Should we see what that was?" I wanted to say no, but how would that make me look? It was probably just a cabinet slamming shut in the kitchen or something. 

"Yeah, let's go together."  So I grabbed his hand and we walked down the wooden stairs like snails on a sidewalk. The both of us were scared to death, but wouldn't dare admit it to each other. 

When we were finally at the bottom, I scanned the living room quickly and noticed a fallen coat rack. I let out a relieved sigh and walked over to it. 

"Alright it's fine. This rack just fell over, we're all clear." I giggled at the end of my sentence and put the metal structure back into a standing position. But when I turned back around.......

Stan's face was pale and his hands were visibly shaking. 

"Is something wrong?" I furrowed my eyebrows together and shot the curly-haired boy a confused look. 

"(Y/n). We don't own a coat rack." My eyes widened and I quickly stepped to my left,  moving away from the mysterious object.

"And your hands are covered in blood." I felt my heart beat rapidly as I raised my hands up and looked down at them. 

Sure enough, blood was dripping down onto the floor and flowing in between my fingers. 

"AHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL!" I turned back to see the coat rack missing, and instead replaced with a bloody hand print. In fact a TRAIL of the same prints were leading towards the dining room, just past the kitchen. 

I attempted to wipe the blood off my palms with my shirt and Stanley finally appeared by my side. He handed me frying pan while gripping onto a book for his own self-defense. We nodded at one another before hastily following the trail. In all honestly, we should have left his house and to a police station and report a break in or something. Maybe even go over the the Denbrough's place just to be safe. But the burning curiosity in the back of our minds lead us to the dining hall, were a grand piano was playing a haunting tune softly. With no actual person pressing any keys. 

"What the fuck is happening...." Stan hid behind me a little as I proceeded to walk forward, with my frying pan at the ready. 

"You found me. Take me home. I miss Sadie, I miss Jonathan, I miss mom." The sound of Will's voice resonated through the room and the door leading into the kitchen slammed shut. A glass cup fell from the table in the center of the room and shattered as it hit the floor.

Stanley and I both screamed and jumped from the sudden crash. Then, like a wicked memory on replay, a red balloon floated up from behind the piano and traveled closer to us. The same way it had that fatal night.....

"Holy shi-" Stan didn't get to finish his sentence when the helium filled latex bursted and a tall figure stood on top of the dining table. IT had orange hair with a ugly hairline, cracked white skin, a circus style outfit on, and a HUGE ASS red smile. 

I screamed in complete terror while Stan viciously yanked the doorknob, trying to get out. As the creature started moving closer to us, tears were starting to form in my eyes. The scene in front of me began to appear blurry as a wave of nausea passed over me. This was it! I was already planning out my certain death. 

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 

Found dead at the Uris residence 

Killed by attack from a 10-foot tall circus demon

14 years old

My cloudy vision began to clear up as a strong force began violently shaking me. 

"THE PAN! (Y/N) LISTEN TO ME! USE THE FREAKING PAN OR WE'RE GOING TO DIE!" I snapped back to reality and glanced down at my hand. In an instant, I understood what I needed to do. 

"MOVE!" I shoved Stan aside, and with all my strength, swung at the knob. 

The metal piece broke off and I kicked the door open. I yanked Stanley by his arm and dragged him behind me as we raced out the front door and down the street. When I was sure that the two of us were far away from his house, I sat down in the middle of the road and threw the frying pan to the side. Stan had his hands on his knees and was panting softly.  No words were spoken for awhile, probably from the shock that was still coursing through our veins. 

"Oh yeah. One more thing I forgot to mention (Y/n). IT's a-" I cut him off and threw my arms up into the air. 

"WAS THAT A FUCKING CLOWN?!"