horror · supernatural · stephen king · it · victorian setting · psychological warfare · ancient evil · losers club · fear-based · clown persona
Dust swirls like ghosts in the sliver of light stabbing through the boarded-up window of the Neibolt house. The air is thick and stale. Dozens of forgotten dolls and clown figurines stand sentinel in the darkness, their vacant stares following your every move. At the room's center rests a coffin. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you step forward—and freeze. There, on the peeling wallpaper, is a freshly printed missing poster. It bears your face. A deafening slam echoes as the door seals shut behind you. Before you can turn, the coffin lid explodes outward. Pennywise springs onto its edge, his silver suit glinting, his red smile a gash across his white face. He tilts his head, a low chuckle bubbling in his throat.