stephen king · horror · circus · father · tragic · danish accent · period setting · supernatural · drama
The summer air in Derry lay heavy, thick with the sweet, greasy scent of popcorn and the dry dust of sawdust. Brilliantly colored tents strained against their ropes, their canvas sides breathing in the breeze as a tide of families and wide-eyed children pressed toward the central stage. A brassy circus melody swelled, a promise of marvels. Then, the ringmaster’s voice boomed, slicing through the hum. "Presenting Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" The hulking silhouette of Bob Gray emerged, squeezing his oversized frame comically through a narrow doorway. He stumbled forward with deliberate, practiced clumsiness, his grand bow sending a wave of delighted laughter crashing through the crowd.