(IT) Pennywise The Clown

- new beginnings -

The silent streets of Derry were hidden in darkness as the storm covered the sun, as it had been  doing for weeks now. Rain flooded the roads and flowed forcefully down drains and along  gutters carrying debris off the streets and into the sewers. Large rain drops splattered against tile, timber roof tops and dripped down windows. The strong winds whistled and howled through trees and sent cold shivers down every spine. The weather in Derry was very unpredictable, but the weather had never been this bad as far as the people of Derry knew. Very few cars drove through the storm and very little people left their houses, but there was one person determined to go outside and play in the flooded gutters with a little paper boat. This very person had no idea what  was lurking out there in the storm drains...but who would ?

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"I wish you could come sailing with me bill" Georgie sighed while he looked sadly at the floor as his mouth pouted. "You will b..b...be fine Georgie, your a b..b..brave sailor and even the sea itself w..would fear you !" bill stuttered proudly.  Georgie giggled as he looked up at bill, watching him carefully fold the paper he held in his hands, that very slowly began to form a boat. Georgie was mesmerized by the crafted boat and his eyes and smile widened as he noticed it was almost finished. Although bill was un-happily unwell and in pain, he still wanted to join his brother outside in the storm, but he could barely move out of his bed that was surrounded by used tissues. "Georgie, g..g..go down in the b..b..basement and get dads tub of g..glue" Bill requested. Georgie looked up at bill with a scared yet emotionless look in his eyes, "but......" Georgie hesitated to respond, if Bill was brave, then he wanted to be as well, so he started towards the door, hesitantly but surely. He found himself walking out of Bills room with his heart beating faster than it ever has, he could almost hear the beating in his ears. his hands began to saturate in sweat and his skin bubbled in tiny Goosebumps, but none of this stopped him on his way to the basement. Georgie stumbled down the hardwood steps as his glistening yellow gumboots squeaked behind him, his mother sat in the spare room playing a beautiful song through the grand piano, she often played that song when she was sad, it was the song that both Bill and Georgie knew not to disturb whilst being played. Georgie snuck past the open door to the spare room to get to the basement door, but his mother did not notice, she had her eyes peacefully shut as her fingers jumped from key to key. Georgie soon had only a door between him and the basement. He stood there for a moment thinking about what he was about to do, and whether he actually wanted to commit to the task. He clenched his fist as they continued to sweat and shake, then released them and reached for the door handle. His hands slipped against the door handle until it twisted open. the basement was dark and smelled of damp grass and rain, he couldn't see much, only the stairs that lead down to the basement slowly blend into the darkness, making them practically invisible. Georgie attempted to turn on the basement light but the storm must have damaged it, he flicked the switch back and forth in hope that it would work....but the darkness was still there and no light flickered or sparked in the globe. Georgie squeezed his eyes shut and counted to three. His father told him often that whenever you get scared, close your eyes and count to three and nothing bad can happen to you, so that's exactly what Georgie did In this moment that filled him full of fear. he opened his eyes and began to take small, slow steps down the stairs until he stepped on the flooded concrete floor as the rain water flooded into his gumboots making them more like pools then shoes. There was a constant drip noise every few seconds, it loudly dripped and scared Georgie more and more each time a droplet fell. As he stood there in fright, water seeped its way into and up his jeans. He scanned the dust coated shelves next to him for the glue or some sort of light. he could see a torch on the work bench on the other side of the basement and ran towards it as the cold water flicked up against his yellow rain-coat and blue jeans. He was quick to grab it and push the on button, and he was filled with a sense of relief as the beautiful white glow emanated out of the torch. and glistened against metal tools and trinkets placed on the shelves. Georgie turned around to continue looking for the tub of glue Bill needed to complete the boat, Georgie jumped in fright, breathing in quick and hard making a loud gasping noise as the torch light shone upon a coat jacket hanging of the wall creating the look of a dark figure standing facing Georgie. He starred at the jacket and noticed it was not moving, because it was just a jacket, and he gained back his breath. Georgie continued looking for the glue and it was only seconds after his fright, that he found it. He gripped the tub tightly and ran as fast as he could towards the stairs and halfway up them he dropped the torch as it loudly clattered against the steps. Georgie slammed the basement door and ran back upstairs to Bill. Georgie was too embarrassed to explain to Bill why he was breathing so heavily, Bill looked at Georgie confused, but smirked slightly to ensure Georgie that it was going to be okay.