The clown started to walk, hand in hand with the girl that followed him.

She didn't know why she was doing that.

That clown was strange and even scary, but she felt somehow safe.

He was thin, but seemed at the same time very strong.

She couldn't tell how she knew that, but she did.

Maybe because he was so tall compared to her.

And maybe he was strong enough to protect her from her father.

Because, at the end, she just wanted someone that really cared for her.

Someone who could put an end to her constant pain.

The sewers became darker and darker and she wasn't able to see nearly anything.

The putrid water reached her knees, wetting her trousers.

"Uhm...where are we going?" She asked.

"But it's so dark in here. I won't see anything...I can't even see you..."

he giggled

The little girl looked up even more, just to meet the two shiny, but again blue, eyes of the clown.

"Yes" But the girl stopped. "I'm not so sure about this...maybe I should go...?"

The clown continued walking, never letting her go, so she was forced to keep moving in that filthy water.

"I want to!" Exclaimed the girl. "But...but..." But she was scared of that situation.

She wasn't afraid of the dark, or of Pennywise.

She was scared of the monster that used the dark to hide from her.

The monster that lived with her and that killed her mother.

Confused but surely real memories suddenly came to her mind.

When the dark was too much she lived that moment again.

And fear started to take control of her.

Pennywise surely knew how to use the fear.

The memories of the girl could now be seen even by him.

And It watched them just like a film.