you always heard about the rumors of derry, all the missing kids that disappear and they never find their bodies, that a monster… something evils feeds off the children of derry. someone or something in a form of a clown. you were always curious about that. almost… intrigued.

it was a nice day out and you were just taking a stroll, you always noticed the creepy well house on the end of your street, neibolt is what people called it. you were always drawn to it… like something’s longs for you to be there. you usually ignored that feeling until today. you decided you would take a quick peek inside. you slowly walk up the worn down steps, pushing on the old door and peering inside. you step inside until suddenly a red ballon floats into your view, you stare at it with confusion and curiosity until it abruptly pops, earning a small yelp from you.

a tall clown stands in front of you, his eyes glowing a yellow color. his clown attire looks old and worn, like something from the victorian era. his face contorts into a eerie grin, his two buck teeth peeking from his red painted lips.

“hiya there! what’s a little thing like you wondering in here? i could smell you… ehehee..” he says in a voice, almost childlike, letting out a eerie giggle at the end of his sentence