JUNE

Her feet are submerged in sewage water. A couple of rats scurry themselves into small cracks on the cement walls. She couldn't begin to describe the horrible smell of sewage waste from all over Derry.

A childish laugher echoes throughout the sewers.

She got frighten yet curious, trying to figure out if she should find a way out or go to the source of the laughter. Logically, she knew that she was merely dreaming and the option of escaping just seemed ludicrous.

Another laugh erupts into the air. However, this one was a mixture of a child and an adult laughing at the same time.

She found herself being drawn to the laughter, her legs moving on their own accord. The laughter grew loud and sinister. Her heartrate pounds so hard against her chest it might easily break its way from her ribcage.

Then she heard them calling out her name.

'June...June…Juunnneee.'

'Junie?' Her entire body came to a sudden stop. She recognized that voice.

Georgie Denbrough.

The little 5-year-old boy whom she baby-sat since he was three. The little boy who mysteriously vanished at the beginning of the new school year.

"Georgie?" She calls out. "Georgie, where are you?"

Silence.

"Georgie please," she begs. "your family misses you so much. Especially Bill."

'Junie."

She snaps her head to the right, seeing Georgie standing a few feet away from her. He wore a bright yellow raincoat with red rubber boots. She wanted to run to Georgie and hug him. But there was something off about him, especially how he looked. Georgie appearance was clean, not as if he was never in the sewers at all.

How long has he been here?

Looking closely at him, she noticed that the right arm of his raincoat was empty and slightly torn at the end. Like if an animal was chewing on it.

'Junie, come with me and you'll float too.' Georgie said, smiling innocently.

'Georgie, what happened to you?" she asks, trying to maintain a calm state of mind. "How did you get here?"

Georgie laughs. 'My new friend. He even gave me a balloon…'

Her heart drops into the pit of her stomach. "What new friend?"

Behind the darkness where Georgie stood, a pair of eyes glows brightly, like the fire in a fire place. It started to move closer towards George, it's form finally taking shape from the darkness.

She turns around and ran. She ran deep into the labyrinth of the sewers. Running away from the horrible laughter that was chasing after her. However, the water became thick like sludge, making it harder to run.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can!" the voice taunts. "I'm gonna catch you! I'm gonna catch you, June!"

She found herself at a dead end. What stood between herself and freedom was a rusting gate secure with several locks and chains. Suddenly her body was being crushed uncomfortably against the gate by someone or something. She felt it breathing hot and heavily against her ear and neck.

"I told you I was gonna catch you, Junie." It said into her ear. A wet slimy tongue slithers its way out its mouth, traveling from her neck to her cheek. "Oh my…you taste so innocent, Junie. For someone your age."

She struggles against her capture, causing her more discomfort as her face was pressed down more on the rusting metal.

It laughs sinisterly in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "What's the matter? Big tough June is getting scared?"

"I'm not afraid of you." She grits out. "You're not even real. You're just a stupid monster- "

It laughs again. "Oh, silly child. I'm very real. And I know you're afraid of me." The creature flips her body so that she can finally have a good look at it.

A clown.

It was a fucking clown.

He wore the typical white face paint with his nose painted red instead of having those red rubber noses. The top of its head was round and huge, somewhat peanut shaped, sprouting bright red-orange hair. However, his clothing choice was from the Shakespearean era. An odd choice for a clown.

He smiles at her. "Such a pretty girl." He reaches up and lightly caresses the side of her face, making her flinch to his touch. "You think I'm not real Junie? You don't believe in me?" He questions in a mocking tone.

"Fuck off." She spat.

"Tsst tsst. A lady shouldn't be using foul language." It taunts, pressing its face against hers, nuzzling it.

"Who are you?"

The clown pulls back from her face and looks deep into her eyes, flashing horrible sharp yellowish teeth. "Who am I? Who am I?" It laughs at the questions. "I'm your worst nightmare."

14-year-old June Lupin awoke to the sound of her alarm clock dinging on her nightstand. She groans softly, rolling onto her stomach to turn it off. She then picks it up and checks the time.

7:10 AM.

Got 20 minutes to shower and get dressed for school. Then stop by the bakery for a couple of donuts.

However, June couldn't find herself to get up from her bed. Her mind on the dream she had recently How it felt so real to her. Up until now, she kind of didn't think about Georgie for months.

And what was up with that weird clown? June thought to herself.