Clastrophobia
Apr 9, 2005 14:23:41 GMT -8
Post by Punk17 on Apr 9, 2005 14:23:41 GMT -8
Clastrophobia
Chapter one- Witnessing IT
Mike; a 36 year old, walked down three Meadow dr with a grave look on his old wisened face. Another child had just been killed. Mike was deathly sure it was Derry's own horror. The horror only known as Pennywise the dancing clown. It had to be Pennywise because noone else would severly chew a little girls arm, leg and half her face off.
Christian Patty; a blonde haired, blue eyed seven year old, was one of the children who was dead. Both his arms and one of his legs had been horribly pulled out of their sockets. Patrick Kehm, Fern Newdy, Jery Jon, Jose Cend, Sam Itru, Erica Serty, Bettey Rih, and William Soe were all reported then comsumed dead.
Michael Kehn, Lindsey Ria, Ron Donshea, and Henry Blows were all still missing. All three boys and one girl were just playing in Henry's backyard when Henry Blow's Mother was present but once was gOne.........One.........
That was 12 children missing or dead. Mike was sick and tired of all the reports. All in a few months. Two months to be exact. Mike stopped in his tracks and looking up at the sky said:
"Please don't let this happen again."
Two years ago Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Ritchie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, and Eddie Kaspbrak had fought the horror only known as Pennywise. They had thought they had beaten and killed him.Well it looked like they hadn't killed him. It looked like hitting, kicking, punching, or even shooting Pennywise would do much good. Mike made a list of things that wouldn't hurt or kill Pennywise:
Shooting
punching
hitting
setting him on fire
shooting silver bulets
asperators
Gasoline (might hurt)
And last but not least:
Hacking him into tiny pieces
All of that wouldn't kill him. So what would? Mike now made a list of possible killing technecs:
Kissing
hugging
making love to IT. (no f**king way)
Giving him a blowjob
a hicky
being nasty to IT
Playing with IT
Mike dismissed all those options from his mind. What was he thinking. Someone giving Pennywise a blowjob? Ha not in a million years. Nope noone would be that stupid to do that. The only one to do that would be a sick-o*.
Mike shuttered his broad shoulders. He was cold, hungry and tired. But the thought of seeing little Ivan Dourn dead at the mouth of the sewers was just to much. It made his stomach turn circles around itself. It actually felt like he was about to throw up his Lemonade cookies and milk.
Two days later found Mike Hanlon at work. He worked at the town library. He was putting books away on the fantacy section. Hard backs, paper backs, books with only half the spine still intact, books with tape holding together the pages or possibly the covers.
"Mike...Mike can you please take a break?" Candice Weaver asked. "It's way your usual hours."
Mike looked down and smiled at Candice. Candice Weaver frowned back up at him. Candice Weaver had blonde hair, blue eyes and a really pretty face. She was a freshman in Derry High School and a star cheerleader.
"It's 12:00am."Candice said.
"I'll be down in a minute." Mike said.
"You said that 2 hours ago," Candice exclaimed." Your scaring me to death."
Mike smiled at Candice's sweet and level attitude. He liked her sweet and level sttitude and her graceful and strong will. They were all very good and common in young teens.
"Okay Candice you win,"Mike said." I'll go and well see you tommorrow."
Candice escorted Mike out the door and when he stepped out of the library he all but cried. He was scared. Scared of Pennywise.
Mike stood on the library stoop with ever growing fear that he was going to dread the morrow.
"Mike....Mike what's wrong?" Candice was clearly scared too.
"Huh? Of yes, bye now. See ya tommorrow."Mike waved to Candice from across the street. He had no idea that that was his last time wave back to Candice Weaver.
Candice stayed on for an hour more re-arranging books, Magazines, and news papers. She dusted the library and put books on their proper shelves. It was 2:30 when she finally desided to go home.
Before Candice met with her undying dementor she ran a few errands first. She went to the grocery store first to buy a half dozen eggs and some milk.
"A little late to be out walking isn't it miss?" Asked the cashier.
"Yeah I now but hey I had to work late."Candice said as she handed over a twenty dollar bill.
"Aren't you brave to be walking out in the open with a killer on the loose."The same cashier said.
"Humpf, shows how much you know bitch."Candice stunned the cashier.
Candice skipped the rest of the way towards her house. She had the milk and the eggs. She was know going to get some bread. When she walked into the bread shop a black tabby streamed past her ankles.
"Clementine come back here this instant." A weary old man exclaimed."You scared the las here."
Candice smiled at the man. He was old and feebled. He was balding in his sideburns and his old blue wisened eyes were dull.
The old man smiled back a toothless grin that made Candice shudder. She then walked into the store. Once inside she went to the pastry section. Her list was simple:
Cupcake rolls
rye bread
regular bread
crusants
spam
cream filled doughnuts
She collected all those things into her frail arms and carried them towards the awaiting cashier.
"My my miss you are out late."The old cashier said.
"I had to work late."Candice said.
"Your total is $10.69."The man said.
Candice gave the man her total and collected her things; which were in two separate paper bags. She then left the bread shop.
Candice skipped the rest of the way home not knowing she was being both followed and watched. Down Central Boulevard she skipped. She lived in that very last house. The one with all the pretty flowers in the front yard.
Her mother loved flowers.Dazies, Tulips, Roses and Candices favorite Lillies. Her father loved Hunting and racing. His most favorite racer was Angela Irene. Every friday, saturday or whatever day racing was going on he'd say:
"Nobody touches this tv until I say so."
Candice sometimes worried about her father. He spent to much time at home and to little time at work. He worked as a Lawyer. Her mother worked as a teacher. She had two little brothers. Michael; a brown haired 7 year old with blue eyes, loved this called Jay Leno and her other brother Matthew; a blonde haired 10 year old, loved pockemon cards and that show called Jeopardy.
Candice stopped short when she heard a voice behind her. It sounded raspy almost choppy. Like somebody who use to chew tobacco.
"Candice......Candice do you want a balloon?"The voice said.
This voice sounded evil almost horrifying. She slowly turned around and came face to painted face to a clown.
"Awwwww come on Candy show some love for this balloon for it needs it badly."
Candice walked a step closer. The clown had red tufts of hair on top of his head and was wearing a yellowish silver suit. He wore black shoes that were very much smaller than the regular clown would wear. And he had a blue stripe going down his eyes stopping one inch away from his eyes. His mouth was a ruby red.
"You really would want this balloon Candice because it floats."The clown rasped. "My names Pennywise the dancing clown and you are Candice Weaver keerect?"
Candice nodded her head and walked two steps closer.She was five steps away from her prosumed death.
"D....do you have a yellow balloon that floats?"Candice asked.
"Oh yes they float....They float."Pennywise said as Candice walked within reached. "And when your down in the sewers with me you'll float too."
With that Pennywise jumped unto the screaming Candice and tore her into nothing but bone, flesh and blood. When he had had his fill he raised his head and roared into the still night sky.
Two days later Mike Hanlon walked down the same road but with something else in mind. He was thinking about Candice Weaver. Candice's mother had been historical after Candice disappeared.
"The killers got my only daughter."She had told reporters.
"If you are out there Candice please let us know where you are." Candice's dad had told reporters.
Mike was scared even more now than ever. If it was Pennywise then he'd have no choice but to call the gang up. But still he waited. He wanted to be sure. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. Candice might be staying with a friend that's out of town or she might of ran away.
Across town little Patrick and Patricia Young where playing in there back yard. Patrick had blonde hair and green eyes. Patricia also had blonde hair and green eyes. They were both 7 years old. Patrick loved comics and Patricia loved to jump rope and hop scotch.
"I'm gonna get you Patrick."Patricia said. She had a high skeaky voice. She and her brother were playing Hide n seek.
Chapter one- Witnessing IT
Mike; a 36 year old, walked down three Meadow dr with a grave look on his old wisened face. Another child had just been killed. Mike was deathly sure it was Derry's own horror. The horror only known as Pennywise the dancing clown. It had to be Pennywise because noone else would severly chew a little girls arm, leg and half her face off.
Christian Patty; a blonde haired, blue eyed seven year old, was one of the children who was dead. Both his arms and one of his legs had been horribly pulled out of their sockets. Patrick Kehm, Fern Newdy, Jery Jon, Jose Cend, Sam Itru, Erica Serty, Bettey Rih, and William Soe were all reported then comsumed dead.
Michael Kehn, Lindsey Ria, Ron Donshea, and Henry Blows were all still missing. All three boys and one girl were just playing in Henry's backyard when Henry Blow's Mother was present but once was gOne.........One.........
That was 12 children missing or dead. Mike was sick and tired of all the reports. All in a few months. Two months to be exact. Mike stopped in his tracks and looking up at the sky said:
"Please don't let this happen again."
Two years ago Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Ritchie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, and Eddie Kaspbrak had fought the horror only known as Pennywise. They had thought they had beaten and killed him.Well it looked like they hadn't killed him. It looked like hitting, kicking, punching, or even shooting Pennywise would do much good. Mike made a list of things that wouldn't hurt or kill Pennywise:
Shooting
punching
hitting
setting him on fire
shooting silver bulets
asperators
Gasoline (might hurt)
And last but not least:
Hacking him into tiny pieces
All of that wouldn't kill him. So what would? Mike now made a list of possible killing technecs:
Kissing
hugging
making love to IT. (no f**king way)
Giving him a blowjob
a hicky
being nasty to IT
Playing with IT
Mike dismissed all those options from his mind. What was he thinking. Someone giving Pennywise a blowjob? Ha not in a million years. Nope noone would be that stupid to do that. The only one to do that would be a sick-o*.
Mike shuttered his broad shoulders. He was cold, hungry and tired. But the thought of seeing little Ivan Dourn dead at the mouth of the sewers was just to much. It made his stomach turn circles around itself. It actually felt like he was about to throw up his Lemonade cookies and milk.
Two days later found Mike Hanlon at work. He worked at the town library. He was putting books away on the fantacy section. Hard backs, paper backs, books with only half the spine still intact, books with tape holding together the pages or possibly the covers.
"Mike...Mike can you please take a break?" Candice Weaver asked. "It's way your usual hours."
Mike looked down and smiled at Candice. Candice Weaver frowned back up at him. Candice Weaver had blonde hair, blue eyes and a really pretty face. She was a freshman in Derry High School and a star cheerleader.
"It's 12:00am."Candice said.
"I'll be down in a minute." Mike said.
"You said that 2 hours ago," Candice exclaimed." Your scaring me to death."
Mike smiled at Candice's sweet and level attitude. He liked her sweet and level sttitude and her graceful and strong will. They were all very good and common in young teens.
"Okay Candice you win,"Mike said." I'll go and well see you tommorrow."
Candice escorted Mike out the door and when he stepped out of the library he all but cried. He was scared. Scared of Pennywise.
Mike stood on the library stoop with ever growing fear that he was going to dread the morrow.
"Mike....Mike what's wrong?" Candice was clearly scared too.
"Huh? Of yes, bye now. See ya tommorrow."Mike waved to Candice from across the street. He had no idea that that was his last time wave back to Candice Weaver.
Candice stayed on for an hour more re-arranging books, Magazines, and news papers. She dusted the library and put books on their proper shelves. It was 2:30 when she finally desided to go home.
Before Candice met with her undying dementor she ran a few errands first. She went to the grocery store first to buy a half dozen eggs and some milk.
"A little late to be out walking isn't it miss?" Asked the cashier.
"Yeah I now but hey I had to work late."Candice said as she handed over a twenty dollar bill.
"Aren't you brave to be walking out in the open with a killer on the loose."The same cashier said.
"Humpf, shows how much you know bitch."Candice stunned the cashier.
Candice skipped the rest of the way towards her house. She had the milk and the eggs. She was know going to get some bread. When she walked into the bread shop a black tabby streamed past her ankles.
"Clementine come back here this instant." A weary old man exclaimed."You scared the las here."
Candice smiled at the man. He was old and feebled. He was balding in his sideburns and his old blue wisened eyes were dull.
The old man smiled back a toothless grin that made Candice shudder. She then walked into the store. Once inside she went to the pastry section. Her list was simple:
Cupcake rolls
rye bread
regular bread
crusants
spam
cream filled doughnuts
She collected all those things into her frail arms and carried them towards the awaiting cashier.
"My my miss you are out late."The old cashier said.
"I had to work late."Candice said.
"Your total is $10.69."The man said.
Candice gave the man her total and collected her things; which were in two separate paper bags. She then left the bread shop.
Candice skipped the rest of the way home not knowing she was being both followed and watched. Down Central Boulevard she skipped. She lived in that very last house. The one with all the pretty flowers in the front yard.
Her mother loved flowers.Dazies, Tulips, Roses and Candices favorite Lillies. Her father loved Hunting and racing. His most favorite racer was Angela Irene. Every friday, saturday or whatever day racing was going on he'd say:
"Nobody touches this tv until I say so."
Candice sometimes worried about her father. He spent to much time at home and to little time at work. He worked as a Lawyer. Her mother worked as a teacher. She had two little brothers. Michael; a brown haired 7 year old with blue eyes, loved this called Jay Leno and her other brother Matthew; a blonde haired 10 year old, loved pockemon cards and that show called Jeopardy.
Candice stopped short when she heard a voice behind her. It sounded raspy almost choppy. Like somebody who use to chew tobacco.
"Candice......Candice do you want a balloon?"The voice said.
This voice sounded evil almost horrifying. She slowly turned around and came face to painted face to a clown.
"Awwwww come on Candy show some love for this balloon for it needs it badly."
Candice walked a step closer. The clown had red tufts of hair on top of his head and was wearing a yellowish silver suit. He wore black shoes that were very much smaller than the regular clown would wear. And he had a blue stripe going down his eyes stopping one inch away from his eyes. His mouth was a ruby red.
"You really would want this balloon Candice because it floats."The clown rasped. "My names Pennywise the dancing clown and you are Candice Weaver keerect?"
Candice nodded her head and walked two steps closer.She was five steps away from her prosumed death.
"D....do you have a yellow balloon that floats?"Candice asked.
"Oh yes they float....They float."Pennywise said as Candice walked within reached. "And when your down in the sewers with me you'll float too."
With that Pennywise jumped unto the screaming Candice and tore her into nothing but bone, flesh and blood. When he had had his fill he raised his head and roared into the still night sky.
Two days later Mike Hanlon walked down the same road but with something else in mind. He was thinking about Candice Weaver. Candice's mother had been historical after Candice disappeared.
"The killers got my only daughter."She had told reporters.
"If you are out there Candice please let us know where you are." Candice's dad had told reporters.
Mike was scared even more now than ever. If it was Pennywise then he'd have no choice but to call the gang up. But still he waited. He wanted to be sure. He didn't want to jump to conclusions. Candice might be staying with a friend that's out of town or she might of ran away.
Across town little Patrick and Patricia Young where playing in there back yard. Patrick had blonde hair and green eyes. Patricia also had blonde hair and green eyes. They were both 7 years old. Patrick loved comics and Patricia loved to jump rope and hop scotch.
"I'm gonna get you Patrick."Patricia said. She had a high skeaky voice. She and her brother were playing Hide n seek.
atrick............Patricia it's time to come in." Mrs. Young said.
