Why Don't We? (An 'IT' Story)

XII

Jonah's POV
Caroline didn't say where she was going, but I knew her apartment complex was 10 stories, and we usually went up there at night to hangout on some beach chairs. Sounds weird, but it just became a thing.
Running up the stairs I can see and hear that the roof door was closing. I sprint even faster and pound on the door .
"Caroline?!" I scream.
I hear no answer.
"Is she here?" Corbyn asks from behind me.
He must've thought the same thing as me.
"I think so, but the door is locked." I pant.
"Caroline!" Corbyn screams, pushing on the door.
"We're going to have to break it open!" I say.
"How do we do that?! I'm not strong!" He answers.
"Just aim with your side, and hit the door!!!!"
"Oh god okay. Caroline if you can hear us, back away!"
We both take a step back before ramming into the door. It pops out of the frame, and we both crash onto the ground, scraping everything from our knees to foreheads.
"Where is she?" I say, sitting up uncomfortably.
I hear a scream in the distance, but almost as if something were blocking her mouth. A scream that has been drained out of her.
"Caroline! Is that you?" Corbyn questions, pointing to a shadow along the rim of the building.
And there she was, with duct tape on her mouth, tied up on the ground. Her arms were cut up , drenched in blood with her hands tied behind her.
I run to her, and untie her while practically screaming any random through that came out.
"What? Who did this to you? How did you get up here? Do you know why?"
"You guys have to go! He's here!" She whispers.
"Who's here?"
I then out of nowhere see a long, tall clown pop from behind her.
And in that moment I knew I'd have to run the fastest I'd ever have in my whole life.