She was reading the news the morning after, her coworkers beside her. She couldn't believe her eyes, had It done this? No, it couldn't be, the guy's boyfriend said that he was thrown in the river by a gang. Still, she knew there was something wrong about this incident, she just couldn't tell what.

"I heard from a friend that the guy had a giant bite mark on his armpit." the girl on her left her said.

"Armpit? What kind of animal goes for the armpit?" the boy on her right asked, making her mind work on its own.

Her friends kept talking with each other, but (Y/n) couldn't say anything, because she knew who had done it. She wondered if it was because she had enraged it, if it was her talking its ears off about stopping eating humans. She lets out a sigh, making her friends stop making assumptions about the crime and look at her.

"Did you know him?" the girl asked, her voice a little softer than her high pitched tone.

"N-no! I was just thinking about his family." the girl recovers herself from the sudden question.

Their boss announced that the break was over and they left the newspaper aside, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. She decided to take a look at the library, maybe they had something about the clown, it seemed impossible that nobody knew anything about the thing. She made an excuse to get out earlier, the library would be closed if she got out later, and off she went to check the archives.

A few minutes later she was asking the librarian where the archives about the story of the town were. She said that there weren't many books about the town, but there were some photos on books and journal articles about some tragedies that happened. She sat down on a chair in the corner of the main room, trying to make herself comfortable before reading something that might terrorize her for days.

The first pages were about the founding of the town, it seemed that more than three hundred people disappeared between 1740 and 1743. It couldn't have been It, right? Too many people to eat, even for it. And wasn't it supposed to sleep for twenty seven years? So why would it kill for three years straight? She had her doubts about it having anything to do with this incident.

The next pages were about a guy named John Markson, who poisoned his family and right after commits suicide by eating a type of mushroom that makes his death much more painful than his own family. That was in 1851 There were some cases of disappearing kids, but they were just a few lines long. That got her attention. It seemed that the case put a shadow over the missing kids, as if they hadn't even existed at all.

That made her lip quiver, her mind traveled back to how it reacted when she advised it about not eating kids. She thought of all the kids that died and kept dying to this day. She had to stop it one way or another, her conscience wouldn't let her leave with herself if she didn't at least try.

When she stopped to breathe, she felt eyes on her, but when she looked around, there was no one watching her. She figured out way too fast who it was. She ignored the sensation and kept on reading.

The next news article was about a group of lumberjacks that were murdered in 1878. That too seemed to be a work from It. Just twenty seven years after that another incident happened. That was the pattern that she was looking for.

The next incident happened in 1904 when a guy named Claude Heroux entered a bar and killed twelve men with an axe. He was dragged by the population and hanged. When asked if he saw anyone new or strange he told that he saw a "comical fella" for a few days before committing the murders. In 1906 a factory blew up, killing a hundred and eight people, eighty eight were children looking for Easter eggs.

More incidents year after year, while some of them were small and forgettable, the ones that caught her attention were the disappearing kids and big cases like the factory one. She was astonished at the fact of how many years it has lived in Derry, the people didn't seem to notice and in the span of twenty seven years they would have more kids, it was the perfect way to eat all these kids! It wasn't right, of course, but if it didn't get caught, it would keep eating for the rest of its life, or until humanity was no more.

Her mind kept repeating the cases, the kids, the murders. She forgot about the time, only noticing a few minutes later that the place was getting darker and she couldn't really read anymore. She got up exasperated, not noticing a figure on the second floor looking down at her. She looked around the place, looking for the librarian, she hoped that she wasn't alone. She hoped too that she wasn't locked inside the library. She went to the main desk, still holding the book, but couldn't find anybody. Great, now she had to be here for the whole night. At least she wouldn't be obligated to see the clown.

Just as she thought that, a noise came from behind. She turned quickly, holding the book on her hand tightly. She walked slowly past the counter, seeing some books on the ground, as if someone bumped into a shelf. She swallowed drily, her heart pumping her blood so fast she became dizzy for a few seconds. Was it a friend or a foe? Was it the clown? A voice stopped her thoughts, tranquilizing her at some degree.

"Hey, uhm.. You're the one who lives in Neilbolt, right?" the guy asks, smiling a little bit, the girl could see that he actually remembered her, but didn't want to seem obsessive.

"Y-Yeah, what are you doing here?" she was getting uncomfortable, the same guy that acted strange just because she was living in an old house, was stuck with her until morning.

"I work here, I'm one of the librarians." he becomes shy for some reason, his hand scratching his neck "And you?"

"I got stuck, time flies by when you're distracted." she laughs a little, more relaxed to know that the guy was supposed to be here, maybe to close up, and not stalk her as she thought.

"That book was one of the first ones I read here." he comments, pointing to the book she was holding.

"I was curious about the town, but it seems I lost track of time." she smiles, her face red from embarrassment.

"It's alright. I'm sorry, I don't remember asking your name." he says, just as embarrassed as her.

"It's (Y/n) (L/n). You?" she extends her hand, waiting for a handshake.

"Mike Hanlon." he says, promptly grabbing her hand.

They smiled at each other for a few seconds and Mike seemed to remember something terrible in this short time. His face contorted to one of terror, he pointed at her, mumbling softly, words too low for her to hear. He gradually began talking louder, finally asking her out loud. She was just watching him, scared that it might be a rumor or the guy might do something to her.

"I-I warned you about It! You should've left the house, now it's following you!" he starts to scream, walking from side to side.

"W-what?" she acts as if she doesn't know what he's talking about.

"You know what I'm talking about! The cat in your house is not a cat!" he continues, grabbing her arms, the book falling between them "That's why you're reading this book, this is not exactly a history book, but you chose this one, why?" he asked, his hands tightening their grip on her arms.

She struggles to breath, her arms were hurting so much, her eyesight was blurry, tears were building up in her eyes. She shakes her arms, trying to shake the man away from her, but with no avail.

"It wrote a message with its victim's blood 'Come home, can't touch her'" he says, looking at her as if asking for an answer.

"T-to who?" she asks trembling, not really knowing if she wanted an answer.

"To the losers club."

"'Losers club?'" she asks, not understanding where that was coming from.

"My friends and I formed a group when we were young, we called ourselves 'the losers club'. We thought we had defeated it, but it seems that we only weakened it." he says, walking away from her, his thoughts at a thousand miles per hour.

"And what I have to do with any of this?" she asks, more confused than ever.

"You're a key piece to defeat it forever."

"What? No, I'm not!" she tries to convince him, but her eyes couldn't even meet his.

"The girl it was talking about could only be you! Bev was just another loser, but you live in its house! You live with it!" he gets closer to her face shouting.

"I-I don't even know what you're talking about!" she continues to try, not at all convincing the man.

"Don't lie, I know that you see it." he says now softly, as if trying to make her trust him.

"Alright! Alright! I see it, I hear it and I talk to it!" she screams, covering her ears and crouching down a little.