Bev's point of view
I was kicking and struggling against the hands that held onto me not wanting to give in. And then I got an idea. I bit into the hand the was covering my mouth as hard as I could and I heard the snap of a bone. I heard a scream but it turned out to be my own and not what was dragging me. The thing I had bitten into had a rotten taste that was worse then month old milk causing me to gag and try to not throw up. The thing that had me around the waist was a person. It was patrick hockstetter. He was a mess of flesh and bone, and I realized that It must have killed him. I screamed again at what he had become and Patrick let go of me. I looked around but could only see darkness. I went to get up and then I saw two glowing yellow eyes. My breathing became faster and I stepped away from the eyes. Suddenly light flooded the room we were in. We were in what seemed to be a basement, which was weird because I dont remember going down any stairs. The clown was right in front of me with a big smile full of pointy teeth trying to make me scared. And to be honest I was scared, who wouldnt be? He started walking closer and I scooted farther away until I was against the wall. He just kept coming towards me with a creepy smile plastered on his face. He put his face about an inch from mine when it started to change. His face turned into the face of my father's.
"Hey bevvie, are you still my little girl?" It said. There's no way this could be happening to me. I curled my knees up to my chest and sat against the wall trying not to scream. He reached out a hand and stroked my face, i quickly took a chance and bit the hand. Blood started trickling upwards as the clown let out a howl of pain. I quickly got up, kicked him hard in the nose, and ran towards the door. I had made it to the top step before something grabbed my ankle and I tripped. My chin hit the floor with a hard thud. When i started being dragged backwards I grabbed onto the door jam and screamed as the clown (which looked like himself again) tried to pull me back into the basement. My hands started to slip as the clown pulled harder. I saw Henry running towards me, with a large piece of wood in his hand. I thought he was going to hit me with it but instead he hit the clowns hands which were around my ankles. It let go with another howl of pain. Henry helped me to my feet and we ran towards the front door which was now being held open by Ben.
As soon as we got outside my vision went blurry and the last thing I saw before everything went black was Bill running towards me.Henry's POV
I watched Beverly being dragged away with a look of horror on my face. Whatever took her, took her into shadows where she couldnt be found. I tried the door and this time it was unlocked. I swung the door open and yelled at the fat kid "hey fatso, come keep this door open till i get back or I'll skin you alive." He looked scared and confused but he held the door anyways while I walked into the house to find the clown. I walked to wherethe kitchen is and saw an open door that led to a basement. Just as I started walking towards it I saw Bev running up the stairs and she tripped. She hit her chin on the ground and started sliding backwards. She screamed as she reached her hand out and grabbed the doorjam. I picked up a chair by one leg and hit it on the ground breaking off the leg. I ran towards Bev and went down one step to have access to what had her ankles. I raised the piece of wood and hit the clown's hands. I watched his blood float upwards into the air as I hit him until he let go. He let go with a howl of pain and i rushed towards Bev. I helped her up and we ran towards the open door and into the fresh air. Beverly got a far away look in her eyes before she collapsed. Bill was the closest to her and he ran and caught her a second before she hit the ground.
"W-what the h-h-h**l did y-y-you do?" Bill asked.I hope y'all liked this chapter. I'm sorry, I know its been a long time since I've updated this but I've been super busy. I'm also sorry that this chapter is super short but I'll be working on this more often. Please comment and vote. Love ya byee <3.
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