"Thank you very much." the girl says, giving money to the three men present.

"Sorry to ask ma'am, but why do you have a well in the basement?" One of the men asks, his sweaty red face telling her how hard had it been to put a stone in the hole.

"It was already there when I bought it." She says "Now I'm going to enjoy my house. Without rats." She laughs, ready to close a door behind the three men.

"I'm sure you will like it." The man says, a macabre smile on his face.

"What?" (Y/n) assures herself, being paralyzed in the same place.

"What?" The man says, his face returning to normal.

The girl ignores the man and closes the door, pausing for a few seconds on the entrance, waiting for her breath to calm down. Was she really free of that... thing? Even with the well covered, she was afraid to turn away from the door and face the clown again, like a jumpscare in a cliche horror movie.

She built up the courage and turned around quickly, as if doing it fast the jumpscare wouldn't happen, but there was no one. She let out a shaky breath, without even realizing she was holding it.

She got back to her normal daily life, work, come home, eat and sleep. When she moved to Derry, she thought the days would be dull, boring. However, she didn't have this feeling, even after a few months, living there and having the same routine. It was as if she was living her first day there over and over, the same routine, the same people, the same emotions, the same sensations, the same smells, etc.

Some weeks passed, and she hadn't seen the clown since. Her life was normal, no big deal.

One Friday, she was coming home from work, she was pretty tired. Even if you're just a store helper, some people may make your patience disappear, and they don't even have to look at your face. Her walk, her look, her manner of speaking, all showed that she was extremely tired, the weekend would surely be used to take a few naps. Whenever she came home, she passed a specific wall that was used as a bulletin board. Several letters from missing children were glued to each other, as if they cared for some children more than others. Every day she checked this wall, hoping briefly to see one of the kids on the street and call her parents, saying that everything was fine and that the child just got lost, but it was never the case.

She approached the wall as she did everyday and looked for some new poster. There was one, but it seemed to jump over time, as if it had been there for a long time, maybe more than six months. However, she had never noticed that poster. Why does someone hang such an old poster? She moved closer, seeing the name and the date the kid went missing. She felt the ground disappear below her feet, falling on her ass on the icy cementless. It was her name right there! Today's data was also there, as if it were her last day of life, as a premonition. She couldn't see the picture that came with the poster, but she was sure she could see her (e/c) eyes in the stained picture of what appeared to be blood.

She looked to the sides of the street, but there was no one. She looked back at the wall, and now it was completely covered with the same poster with her face. Her breathing quickened, feeling that there were only a few breaths left for another panic attack. Her fear was interrupted by a touch on her arm, almost like a stuffed animal. She searched for the thing quickly without looking and was shocked. It was just a cat, impressed she didn't pull her arm away from the cat before noticing that it was just a defenseless animal. She sighed deeply, laughing at the end. She patted the cat's head and stroked its ears. She remembered the posters, which she had forgotten too quickly, and turned to the wall again. But there was no posters with her face, just the same wall with new posters. She began to feel irritated, her fear quickly fading. She got up quickly from the floor, startling the cat to the side. She picked up her things from the floor and made her way back.

"If I ever see that clown again, I'll fucking punch him!" She says, annoyed.

Almost home, she hears a weak meow behind her. She turns around without understanding, but sighs again when she sees the same cat as before. She kneels on the floor and the animal soon rubs himself on her legs, begging for affection.

"Come on, little guy. Just, leave me be, you know?" She gives a sad smile, but the cat seems to feel that she didn't really want to send him away, so he sits down and gives another meow, this time louder, that melted the heart of the (h/c), who had an idea right after "You know what? I could take you with me, make me some company on that old ass house."

She walks again, checking every five steps if the cat was still following her, and it was. Finally, she comes home and opens the door, afraid that the cat wouldn't come in, but he didn't seem to bother, sitting near the couch and licking his orange fur from some invisible dirt. (Y/n) smiled, a companion to watch movies on the weekend would be great, already thinking of a name and the things she would buy for the cat when she heard a snap, such as the snapping of fingers or a neck. She looked where the noise was coming from, but when she noticed it came from where the cat was, she was afraid again. She felt his bones tremble, her teeth chatter and sweat dripping cold on her back. She turned slowly, not even blinking as she did so. Because of the darkness of the house, which she now regretted not having turned on the light before putting her things in the kitchen, she could see only a large shadow. She stood still, breathing fast and feeling her heart about to explode. She staggered back, stumbling over her things on the floor and glancing back to lean on the counter, when she looked at the clown again, it was only inches from her face. From this short distance she could see the details of it's face, as on the first day she had met it.

The creature approached it's face, making (Y/n) avert her own and closing her eyes, expecting the worst. But only a sniff was felt in her neck and a sentence was said.

"I'm waiting for my punch." The clown says in a mocking tone.

The girl opens her eyes and widens them, afraid of what the thing would do, it stood now looking into her eyes, which were orange.

"You're so afraid you can't move a muscle!" He chuckles, placing it's hands on the bench behind the girl, pinning her against it and the furniture "You smell so delicious," he goes on, accentuating the 's' like a snake, reaching it's face close to the girl's neck "but at the same time I can't eat you."

She can hear it changing shape and feels like needles are right next to her neck. She shakes, wanting to get out of that deadly hug, but scratches herself at the clown's teeth, causing a slight injury to her collarbone. The monster stops for a moment, paralyzed with the girl. It smells the blood, which is now slowly trickling down the girl's collarbone and breasts. It's tongue comes out of it's mouth before it can hold it, saliva dripping down to the (h/c) shirt. He lowers his head to her breasts and looks at the blood spilled there, almost mesmerized by the scene, as if he were a critic analyzing a painting. Then he puts his hands in front of her shirt, almost sexual, but far from it. She tries to get away by pushing the thing with her hands, punching his shoulders and pulling at his hair, but nothing seemed to work. He holds her shirt and rips it, leaving only the bra and shirt rags still attached to the girl's shoulder. Her body stops working, thick tears streaming from her eyes, the sudden loss of blood leaving her dizzy, and with the blood rushing to her head from shame, there was no chance for her to recover. Her shoulders shake, her crying getting louder and her breathing more erratic.

The clown runs his tongue over his lips, as if imagining the taste of that divine-smelling blood. Drags the sticky tongue in the middle of (Y/n)'s chest, giving the girl a fright. He drags his tongue to where the bleeding occurred, slowly cleaning the place, when he reaches the fountain he goes down again, following the same path, removing any trace of blood there. He returned to the girl's neck, placing his tongue at the wound site and then his mouth, sucking blood like a vampire.

She sighs loudly, not expecting anything from what was happening. Her body felt hot, as if it were going to burn from the inside out. The mouth of the thing seemed so comfortable there, as if it was his fate to stay there. A bright light almost blinded her, interrupting the moment of fear/arousal, she didn't want to admit, but she was enjoying it briefly. When she sees the light, it comes from her chest, right in the middle. The (h/c) shakes, now more afraid of that light than the clown. Was he doing that? Why didn't he just leave her life? She had already closed the well, why had he returned? The thing itself had seen the light, slowly pulling its mouth from the girl's neck, making a sucking noise before letting go. (Y/n) gives a moan, but not knowing if it was fright or pleasure. The clown looks at the light, his eyes changing color from orange to red with pink stripes. He puts his hand there, as he had the other time they had met.

He looks at the chest of the suspicious girl, then quickly holds her chin, pinching her cheeks, making her pout. She slaps his arms, trying to break free, but once again he doesn't even move. The thing lifts two fingers from the other hand, placing them in the girl's mouth, pressing her tongue down, trying to see her throat.

"Open up, doll!" He smiles, ear to ear, literally, his mouth at an absolutely abnormal angle.

The (h/c) starts to gag when the clown pushes dipper in her mouth, grasping the man's wrist, trying to keep him from blocking her airways. She rolls her eyes, feeling like she's going to faint with so much pressure and the heat emanating from her, but suddenly, everything stops. The clown releases her and walks away, again entering the darkness of the living room.

"You should answer the door." he says, his silhouette shrinking and forming into the cat again, only his eyes, now blue, gleaming in the darkness.

She finds the comment strange, but she keeps her back to the counter. Then the bell is heard. Who could it be?