Being apart of the loser’s club came with an mild downside. Your entire friend group was being targeted and tormented by hallucinations.

Ever since Bill Denbrough’s little brother went missing, the loser’s had started to report experiencing their worst nightmares, balloons, and a clown.

Beverly was the first to come out to the others with what she saw. They all thought she was joking, a first, until they stepped into her bathroom covered in blood.

Then it happened to you. One night as you did your homework, the lights in your closet turned on. You saw the light shining in your peripheral vision, causing your head to turn in that direction.

Then, your room lights shut off, leaving only the sliver of light peaking through the closet blinds to shine dimly in the corner of your room. Then the light flickered back on, and everything seemed okay.

Until you finally felt comfortable enough to go back to your homework. Turning back around was your first mistake, leaving your oblivious and vulnerable. A perfect target for Pennywise.

You peaked up at the window in front of your desk, noticing the reflection of your overhead light illuminating a silhouette. As your eyes narrowed, you made out the figure. Pennywise.

The lights flickered rapidly, your body spinning around in your chair in pure panic. He appeared in all different spots around your room, closer, then farther, then closer. You tucked your head between your knees, screaming in fear as your body trembled and sobbed.

Your mom swung the door open, and suddenly it all disappeared.

And now you sat on Stanley’s bed, struggling to conjure up the words to explain what you saw. You came to him first, you trusted him more than the others. You didn’t want them to tease you like they did with Beverly.

“It’s alright, {{user}}. Just relax,” he rubbed your back gently, trying to provide you some comfort.