I'm worried that people aren't as interested in my story, now that the movie and fandom is kinda dying down. I'm unsure whether to continue this story or not- but when I find out if people are interested in reading it still, I'll continue.

Y/N couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, and it wasn't even that long before she had to wake up. It was the weekend, and for once she had woken up at six, something that she barely did. She was up before her mom, hunched over a bowl of cereal; soggy and dull, but she still managed to eat as much of it as possible.

She couldn't shake off the feeling of the dream she had; it seemed so realistic, who was that shadowy figure behind her, and what did it mean that she would be with It and never alone ever again? Was that jingle of bells she heard just after she woke up real? She didn't know what to do, whether she was slowly loosing her mind, or if she was actually imagining it all; the voices and the noises.

"You're up early..." She looked tot he entrance of the kitchen, seeing her mom enter, dressed in a light pink dressing gown, her pajamas and slippers. "What are you doing today?" Y/N asked, her mom going to grab the coffee filter and pouring herself a cup. "It's my day off, I'm sure you have things to do today?"

Y/N nodded, settling her empty bowl into the sink, "I'm going into town, do you need anything?" "Some more flowers, the tulips for the kitchen windows. "she sighed looking off to the window sills. "it looks... bland in here... thought I could spice it up you know?"

It's always been bland, why they sudden redecorating and refurbishing? Y/N nodded, "I'll get the white ones, you like them?" mom nodded, sighing, "More like you like them, but yeah, they'll look nice in here." Her mom swiped her hand, dismissing her, "Go on now, you'll be late and you're not even dressed, I'll see you seven tonight."

Y/N nodded, kissing her mom's cheek before hurrying up the stairs to get washed and dressed. Because it was difficult to have a stable job, Y/N tried to work on the weekends or during breaks so that it made things easier for her mom.

On weekends, Y/N worked at her grandmother's floral shop, a little shop that was good for Y/N to help with her the house rent money and to get her own pocket money to buy whatever she wanted.

Y/N got dressed, a normal black t-shirt and a green pinafore dress, and a pair of black sneakers. She styled her hair down, brushing it out to take out of the knots. She grabbed her Walkman and bag, going down the stairs, shouting a quick, "See ya later!" before heading down the stairs to her basement/garage.

She grabbed her bike, before riding it into town, all whilst listening to Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears For Fears. Even though the song was four years old, she still enjoyed the song, catching and upbeat. She had gotten the Walkman from her grandmother when she was 12 years old- an old gift for her birthday since she was trying to save up for it.

The reason why her grandmother didn't live with her and her mom, was due to her mom and grandma having cutting ties when they were younger, meaning that they didn't have much contact with each other.

It was sad to know that, and essentially Y/N was the only thing that was keeping them all some-what together. Once Y/N had made it to the high street, she made doubly sure that no Bowers Gang were around, putting her bike safely behind a bin and walking up the street to the shop.

Rita's Floral Shop it read on the top of the shop. written in swirls and bright and welcoming for anyone to come in. Y/N stepped in, making it just in time before eight-forty-five am, the chime of the bell indicating her or anyone's arrival.

Her grandmother stepped out from the back, small yet always had a welcoming look about her, and she had always been like that since Y/N could remember. "Y/N, my sweetie, how nice to see you here." Y/N bent to kiss both of her cheeks, smiling, "You too grandma, have I made it just in time before opening?"

"Just in time! I had a lovely boy come in just five minutes before you came in, asking when we would open, I'm surprised you didn't see him." Y/N look back to outside, seeing no-one there waiting.

"Are you sure? I don't see anyone."

She was hoping it wasn't some guy she knew from her year, if that was the case, she would've hidden in the back for the rest of the day. Or even worse, if it was Henry trying to harass me again.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll come back, he must be shy, especially if he sees what a beautiful granddaughter I have working here!" Y/N blushed, "Grandma!" she joked, and fragile woman laughed too, "Come, I'll show you what new deliveries we have at the back."

Y/N worked for most of the day until it got to lunchtime. Customers came in here and then, but there was nothing out of the ordinary, not even a guy who was asking earlier if the shop was open. Y/N was at this moment in the back room, scrubbing at the bottom and sorting through the files and bringing in flowers and plants to the front to hang.

"Grandma, I have a question." Y/N emerged from the back, seeing her grandma waving another customer goodbye. "What is it my dear?" She asked. Y/N was unsure what or how she would say it, but she managed to come out with it. "You don't... know... if there is a back-story to all these missing children, do you? Or when it all started?"

Her grandma paused, thinking, "Hmm, when I was a little girl, I was always told that this town was cursed, that all the bad things are all caused by one thing... As for the missing children, I'm unsure. My father told me that children went missing for hundreds of years, but it only just got worse more and more now."

Y/N pondered, "You... don't think it's some twisted guy just doing it? I j-just don't understand if these children go missing all the time, where do their... b-bodies go?"

"It's always a mystery," grandma said, "but it's been a mystery for centuries." "You never saw anything when you were younger? Of anything? N-No dreams?" "... did you have dreams my dear?" she questioned, and Y/N nervously nodded. "What of?"

"... I was at a carnival... but it was really old.... It was all s-so weird..." Y/N stopped, looking at her reaction. "... Oh, there used to be a carnival so 100 or more years ago. With the ringmaster, tightropes, elephants, popcorn. It was popular back in the day always came through here in the summer. All the kids went, especially when there was the entertainment of a-"

"-a clown?" she interrupted. "Yes... why do you ask?" Y/N shrugged it off quickly, "D-Don't worry about it... just an odd dream..." she laughed it off, and she didn't want to speak more of it, it was overall weird.

The end of a long shift came to an end, and Y/N just couldn't wait to go back home. "See ya grandma!" "Bye bye sweetie! Take care on your own!" she called and Y/N took her bike, riding it along the sidewalk and sometimes the road, hoping to get back before 7pm.

Whilst riding, she was thinking to the conversation with her grandma, and what she said. The whole circus dream was all just strange to begin with, and she needed more answers. I'll find something to this soon- she was through mid-thought, before the front wheel of her bike didn't come onto the sidewalk curb properly, and it skidded, throwing her over the handlebars and leaving her on the ground.

A scream left her lips when she flipped, and she found herself on her hands and knees, blood scraps on her knees and palms, stinging from the cuts.

She hissed, cursing to herself and for her own clumsiness. "F-F*ck..." she uttered, going to look up to see where she had landed, to her horror seeing what or where she was kneeling in front of. Both her mom and grandma told her of how creepy it was to ride along this specific road, the house that made her grow more and more in fear. No-one went near it, even if you were dared to, so how the hell did she end up riding past 29 Neibolt street?

A long drawled out shiver left the back of the hairs on her neck standing up, and she cursed more, stumbling to grab her bike. It was already growing dark and dark more than she had realised, and she had to get home quickly before her mom killed her, but it was at least another 5 minutes ride on her bike, and she sure as hell wasn't getting there before 7-

A jingle of bells rung out in the open air, followed by the eerily creepy laugh, echoing so loudly that it brought Y/N's thoughts to completely shut off. "Y/N, come here.~" The voice growled loudly, and it seemed to be coming from the back of the house.

As much as Y/N wanted to disagree in going to go round the back of the house, she wanted to thrash and force herself not to, it was as if her legs were moving by themselves. She slowly edged herself to the back of the house, avoiding broken glass bottles and other waste.

When she rounded the back, she was surrounded by tall grass, high and reaching her torso. What she saw at first didn't seem real enough, and she stopped dead in her tracks.

A large amount of red balloons were shaped in a downward triangle, and there was something hiding its face from her view. From what she could see from where she stood, whatever It was, It was wearing what looked like a vintage old and dusty looking clown suit- like it had been ripped out of the Victorian era. Red pompoms were on its chest and it wore a pair of old off-white gloves.

She watched frozen in her spot, seeing whoever the person was lift the balloons up higher, until the face was revealed. A painted red face, nose and mouth with red lines tracing up to connect underneath the eyes and up past the upper lids and stopping at the temple. Large ruffles of a typical Victorian of whatever was popular fashion at the time was surrounding the head, a large forehead with tufts of red wild hair sticking out from all corners.

A small gasp left her mouth, and she found herself slightly trembling. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. She thought over and over, watching the clown carefully. It's eyes were yellow, walleye and large. It smiled to her, bucked tooth like a rabbit and its bottom lip hung lower, its cheeks large and childlike.

"Where ya goin' Y/N?" She didn't expect its voice to match with the look and appearance. It was childlike, but had weird cadences, like it was once again glitched, words going higher and lower than some of the others. She gulped, feeling her heartbeat quicken. "If you lived here with me, you wouldn't be late home at all!" It giggled, its left eye looking like it was going to roll out of its head.

"You won't be alone here! When you're here with me, you'll float, ooh yes, you'll float.~" It spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "We all float down here." and the laugh that came out from its mouth left a scream coming out of Y/N's. She didn't stop there, running the way she came from, hearing the laughter constantly in her ears.

"We all float down here... yes we do... and you'll float too Y/N... you'll float too."

She grabbed her bike and peddled back as quickly as she could once again, finding herself thinking that the similarities to the previous night all seemed so familiar, in leaving her frightened beyond her core.