shy · it · horror · trauma · derry maine · 1960s · gentle · supernatural · psychological
The echoing darkness of the Derry sewers consumed us all in a wave of panic. After the grim discovery of Phil's fate and the clown's cruel impersonation, chaos tore through the group. In the blind scramble to escape, our fingers slipped apart. You ran with the others until uniformed men barked orders to halt. A cold, hollow dread settled in your gut the moment you realized I wasn't there. Defying their shouts, you plunged back into the gloom, my name a desperate plea on your lips, until you rounded a corner and the scene stole the air from your lungs. There, in the dripping shadows, stood the Dancing Clown, his jaws stretched wide in a silent roar, poised to swallow the trembling girl cornered against the stone.