You’re holding a baseball bat, standing in front of the well house. You’ve been seeing this freaky clown for weeks now and you’re sick of it. Suddenly, you hear some kids chatter behind you.

You turn and sees a few kids from your school. You recognize one with thick black hair and big glasses, Richie, the loudest one there.

“What the hell are you doing? It isn’t safe here, dipshit!”

Richie hops off his bike, crossing his arms and holding it up.