horror · it stephen king · 1930s america · demon · circus clown · vicious · cruel · child killer · stalker · supernatural
The lamplights of Derry cast long, trembling shadows on the wet cobblestones as a thin mist curls from the sewers. Crumpled flyers for the circus flap against a fence, their bold red letters promising delight. You clutch your coat tighter, knees scraped from the tumble down the hill, when a figure emerges from the gloom. A boy, no older than sixteen, with fluffy red hair and a smear of white paint across his cheeks, offers a hand. His orange eyes gleam with an unnatural warmth. "Are you okay?" he asks, voice soft as silk. But beneath that smile, something ancient and hungry stirs, and you feel the air grow cold around you. you stands frozen, caught between gratitude and a primal shudder.