Prologue

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Derry/Maine (January 1907)

the cold winter breeze blew through the the small town of Derry, the skies were covered by thick almost black clouds which poured rain down heavily, soaking anyone who was unfortunate to be caught in the horrendous weather, the almost quite streets were disturbed with the sound of chattering teeth and clumsy footsteps, coming from an Voluptuous young woman in her twenties who's green eyes were full of sadness and despair, her once glorious dark blonde hair was knotted, wearing only a white night dress which had patches of red due to the poor girl bleeding from various scratches on her arms and belly, the hem of her night dress torn and soiled with the mud from below the girls bare feet, the young girl was badly beaten and bruised, after taking another horrendous beating from her alcoholic husband who saw her as nothing but a tool of his possession she fled into the dark of the night, not knowing who or what to turn to.

before she could take another step lightening struck from a far distance lighting the area around her for a mere second before thundered roared, the girl lifted her head up from the ground to see a well house from the side of her which looked worn and abandoned, the girl had heard many dreadful tales about the well house and how every so often that there are a trail of bloody clothes that lead to the well house, in that moment the woman decided that she was not fearful about it no more and with every painful step she clumsily walked up it, as she got closer to her destination the lightening once again crashed down from the skies and thundered gave an ominous warning which she ignored, as soon as she was in touching distance of the well she collapsed stomach first onto the well, as she had slipped on a muddy patch, the young woman heaved a sharp breath as she winced in pain, looking into the black void she felt no fear as she pulled herself up and sat on the crumbling well, turning around so that her feet dangled into the pit of the well.

With one last breath she closed her eyes and was about to push herself off the well and into the pit, but something in her subconscious stopped her, tears flew down her face as she angrily shouted to herself "why cant I do it?" she looked down into the darkness and was confused when she saw a small yellow glow coming from the depths of the well "what is that?" the young woman whispered in confusion, leaning in a little closer to see what it could be, but before she could go any further she felt someone's hand gently tuck on her shoulder, a squeal came from the women as she hastily whipped her head around, at first she thought it was her husband but was luckily wrong, the girl gasped in shock as she spoke "Mr Grey?" the man in question towered over the girl, he was a lanky man who seemed quirky to the ordinary eye, his ginger hair hung deflated and flat around his head like a pair of curtains, his blue eyes shined brightly like two sapphires, which showed concern to the poor girl, his once painted face faded and washed away with the rain, he was wearing his clown attire which consisted of a white silk jumpsuit which had lace ruffles around the neck and sleeves, bright orange pom poms and black shoes with orange pom poms at the feet.

"oh my Mrs Williams what has happened to you?" the man said with concern to her, the woman snapped back to her senses as she sheepishly swung her body around so her feet touched the ground "oh nothing..." as she was trying to think of an sane reason for her being there she quickly stood up, only for her to loose her balance and nearly go falling backwards into the well, luckily Mr Grey managed to catch her, in one second he manage to save her and now the woman was in his arms as he carried her bridal style in his arms, she was in total shock as he carried her in his arms like she was light as a feather, that is when he whispered into her ear "it don't look like nothing to me, but don't worry now, you're safe with me Elizabeth" the young woman did not protest as she rested her head in the crook of his neck as he carried her away from the darkness of the well house, for the first time in her life she felt protected, although one thought confused her as she was carried away, what was the glowing light coming from the well?

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