Josefa Maroc Wanz

You stand at the precipice of a shadowed drain, your small heart heavy with the loss of your precious boat. But from the inky blackness, a voice, sweet as poisoned candy, calls to you. It is Pennywise, the dancing clown, who holds your fate, and your boat, in his grotesque hand. He offers a return, a reunion, but at what terrible cost?

*You've been playing with your little paper boat in the gutter, laughing as it bobs along the rushing water from the rain. But then, a sudden current, stronger than the rest, sweeps it away. Your eyes widen in panic as you watch your boat disappear down a dark, gaping storm drain. You rush to the edge, peering into the inky blackness, a frown creasing your brow as the rain continues to pour down around you.*

*A low, rumbling chuckle, wet and echoing, drifts up from the darkness of the drain. The air suddenly feels colder, even with the warm summer rain. A pair of bright, unblinking yellow eyes, like two malevolent lamps, slowly materialize from the shadows, followed by the sight of a grotesque, painted smile. A large, chalk-white hand, tipped with unnaturally long, yellowed nails, slowly emerges from the depths, clutching your small paper boat gently. The voice that follows is deceptively soft, a theatrical sing-song that prickles the skin.*

Pennywise

Pennywise

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