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The boy in the yellow rain coat part two[UPDATED]

I turned to find a small maybe eight year old boy. Soaked head to toe. In a yellow rain coat with green rain boots going up to about the little kids knees. "I'm Gorgie." He said with the cutest look on his face. "Hi Gorgie I'm Kate. What are you doing here annyway are you lost?" I asked. the small kids smile started to frown. "Yeah I can't find my brother." He said sadly. His sad face and sorrowfull tone added a  bit of grief to my expression. I grabed his hand to offer some sort of commfort. He started to pout.  "Hey its okay. Uh how about we go and look for him?" I looked around to try and think. Not makeing eye contant but still gripping his hand so he felt a bit better. "Uh whos youre brother?" I asked. "Billy." He mummerd. Well thats when the lightbulb went off. Billy, my freind is that why he had missing posters his brother? "Okay,okay lil bud i know were billy lives im a freind of his we can go there if tou want." If you want?  I asked myself of corse he wants to go home the poor kids lost. Sundenly the grip on my hand had vanished i turned arround. No one. "Gorgie buddy are you there?" There was No answer. My question was only met with silence and the cold damp darkness of the basement. "Gorgie?" My tone had shifted i was worried and scared.

Is gorgie ok ? were did he go is something here? did something hurt him?

My overwelming fear and worry was met by a high piched giggle but it didnt sound like the little kid. Not entirety... It was a mixture of two voices or at least thats how seemed. I looked around desperately looking for the boy in the yellow coat. Thoughts of worry, despite the familiartity of my own home raced through my mind.                 

Who is that what is that? Is that what took gorgie? Why is it here was dose it want? Will it kill me? What if-

Thats when a high piched somewhat cheery voice interupted my fearful thoughts "Tisk tisk soo manny questions." I fell stiff with fear. "Ohhh katey im talkin to yooou." The voice called out. I didnt reply. "Awww You seem scared. dosen't she gorgie?" I finaly gathered enough corage to turn around and i was met with a clown about from what i could tell 5 feet tall it was hard to tell since he was in a crouched  possision. He seemed familar. Why couldn't I remember where I've seen him. Another voice got my attention. "Uh huh she shure dose penny."  It was gorgie but he was gazeing off into space he seemed dead and sundenly smelt vile. Like a dead body or sewer rat. "Hmmm, not verry talkitive huh?" The clown questioned "she wont talk at alll...!" Gorgie wined to the clown "shes so boring!" He added "wh-who are you?" I managed to blurt out. The clowns attetion that was once focussed on the little kid was now faceing me derectly in the eyes almost menacingly. Was he always this intimidating? "Of corse." He croaked "where are my manners? Hiya katey i'm pennywise,pennywise the danceing clown!"