Monsters (Pennywise X Reader)

Chapter 4

"Thank you very much." the girl says, giving money to the three men present.

"Sorry to ask ma'am, but why do you have a well in the basement?" One of the men asks, his sweaty red face telling her how hard had it been to put a stone in the hole.

"It was already there when I bought it." She says "Now I'm going to enjoy my house. Without rats." She laughs, ready to close a door behind the three men.

"I'm sure you will like it." The man says, a macabre smile on his face.

"What?" (Y/n) assures herself, being paralyzed in the same place.

"What?" The man says, his face returning to normal.

The girl ignores the man and closes the door, pausing for a few seconds on the entrance, waiting for her breath to calm down. Was she really free of that... thing? Even with the well covered, she was afraid to turn away from the door and face the clown again, like a jumpscare in a cliche horror movie.

She built up the courage and turned around quickly, as if doing it fast the jumpscare wouldn't happen, but there was no one. She let out a shaky breath, without even realizing she was holding it.

She got back to her normal daily life, work, come home, eat and sleep. When she moved to Derry, she thought the days would be dull, boring. However, she didn't have this feeling, even after a few months, living there and having the same routine. It was as if she was living her first day there over and over, the same routine, the same people, the same emotions, the same sensations, the same smells, etc.

Some weeks passed, and she hadn't seen the clown since. Her life was normal, no big deal.

One Friday, she was coming home from work, she was pretty tired. Even if you're just a store helper, some people may make your patience disappear, and they don't even have to look at your face. Her walk, her look, her manner of speaking, all showed that she was extremely tired, the weekend would surely be used to take a few naps. Whenever she came home, she passed a specific wall that was used as a bulletin board. Several letters from missing children were glued to each other, as if they cared for some children more than others. Every day she checked this wall, hoping briefly to see one of the kids on the street and call her parents, saying that everything was fine and that the child just got lost, but it was never the case.

She approached the wall as she did everyday and looked for some new poster. There was one, but it seemed to jump over time, as if it had been there for a long time, maybe more than six months. However, she had never noticed that poster. Why does someone hang such an old poster? She moved closer, seeing the name and the date the kid went missing. She felt the ground disappear below her feet, falling on her ass on the icy cementless. It was her name right there! Today's data was also there, as if it were her last day of life, as a premonition. She couldn't see the picture that came with the poster, but she was sure she could see her (e/c) eyes in the stained picture of what appeared to be blood.

She looked to the sides of the street, but there was no one. She looked back at the wall, and now it was completely covered with the same poster with her face. Her breathing quickened, feeling that there were only a few breaths left for another panic attack. Her fear was interrupted by a touch on her arm, almost like a stuffed animal. She searched for the thing quickly without looking and was shocked. It was just a cat, impressed she didn't pull her arm away from the cat before noticing that it was just a defenseless animal. She sighed deeply, laughing at the end. She patted the cat's head and stroked its ears. She remembered the posters, which she had forgotten too quickly, and turned to the wall again. But there was no posters with her face, just the same wall with new posters. She began to feel irritated, her fear quickly fading. She got up quickly from the floor, startling the cat to the side. She picked up her things from the floor and made her way back.