mike was about to go looking for El when she burst through the Basement door. 

"El, finally! where'd yo- wait... is your nose bleeding? what did you do!?"

"hate to break i to you, but its just a nosebleed bro. its not like a nosebleed ever killed anyone, right?" said Richie. dustin snickered. 

"what?" richie said blankly. dustin shook his head and glanced over at Mike nervously. 

at richie's voice, el looked over at him, half sad, half terrified. richie raised an eyebrow, confused as to why exactly she looked so scared of him. 

El tugged on Mike's hand and said " mike. i need to show you... something."

"so is this your hot girlfriend mikey?" richie smirked at mike's red face. 

"i wonder what she wants to.... show you.."

"shut UP Richie."

"what?"

"fine. beep beep. come on El." the two ran up the stairs as Richie laughed at them. max rolled her eyes. mik brought El into his bedroom and shut the door. 

"are you okay El? what happened?" 

" i.... wanted to know what happened to Richie.. i 'm sorry mike." el looked up at mike guiltily. 

"oh..." he said, " do oyu want to tell me what happened then?" el nodded. 

"i need to look again." she said. 

"wait... why?"

"i saw.." el struggled to find the words. "a monster. with him. i don't know what it was. but i think it wanted to kill him."

"what? what do you mean? do you think it was from the upside down?" 

"no... maybe. but it was.... strange. "

"what did it look like?"

"i could show you."

"really? how??" 

"you need umm..." eleven tugged on the bandana tied to her wrist. 

"oh um... i could see if i have anything.. would a towel work?"

el nodded. 

"okay hold on."

mike ran to the upstairs bathroom and grabbed a green towel out of one of the cupboards. he quickly ran back into his room. eleven jumped when he burst through the door.

"oh, sorry El.'

el tied the green towel over mike's eyes, and tied her own bandana to her face. she grabbedd Mike's hand and pictured the weird creature from earlier. 

when she arrived to the mind scape, Mike was standing beside her, a look of fear and utter disbelief on his face. it felt weird with him there, as she'd never taken anyone to the mind scape with her before. 

she scanned her surroundings for the creature, and quickly spotted it to the left of her and mike. she quietly gave mike a reassuring look and pulled him toward the scene with her. they watched as richie stumbled into a room with many object covered in sheets surrounding him. 

"eddie?" he asked.

"eddie, where the f*ck are you? were not playing hide and seek, dipsh*t."

he scanned the room and turned to leave. the door slammed shut. he struggled with the door, and they heard the voice of another boy trying to open the door. richie yelled for him. all of the sheets dropped, revealing a casket surrounded by clown dolls.  richie slowly turned, breathing shakily. one of the clown dolls giggled eerily. th lights began to flicker as richie slowly stepped toward the coffin. as he walked the clowns' heads turned and their eyes followed him. richie turned to look at the door and screamed when a clown jumped in front of the door. he ever so slowly walked up to one of the clowns and tapped its head. it gave a hollow thunk, and he muttered "stupid clowns." he heard the faint whisper of someone calling his name and turned to face the coffin. 

as he looked at it the lid slowly lifted its self. there was a missing sign bearing his face under the lid, the word 'found' scrawled over top of it in blood. 

"f*ck." 

he walked up to it and saw a blanket covered body inside. he lifted the blanket with shaking hands and shuddered when he saw a doll version of him, covered in maggots and its mouth stitched shut. he slammed the coffin shut. a second barely passed when a clown, the same one that El had seen earlier jumped out of the coffin. the lid clattered to the ground. the clown landed in front of him. it wore victorian age style clothing, ragged and covered in blood, and white and red makeup covered his face. 

"beep beep richie!" it giggled, squeezing an imaginary horn as it said it. then the clown pounced, reaching for richie as it soared through the air. richie backed away in a sort of run, and the door burst open, and the boy pulled him out of the room, quickly slamming it again. 

mike squeezed els hand as hard as he could, and the scene disappeared in a puff of smoke. 

el tugged off her own bandana and quickly snatched Mike's makeshift mask. 

"are you okay?" 

with a shaky breath he nodded. but his face was tinted green and he looked close to puking. 

"are you sure? i remembermy first time going there. it made me sick." el looked at him in the eyes and he wiped a bit of blood that was pouring from his nose. 

and with that mike ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. 

el ran after him and stood on the other side of the bathroom door. she could hear him retching, he was probably throwing up. she'd forgotten about that, and felt really guilty. after a little bit, she could hear a flush and running water, and Mike opened the bathroom door, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. he looked really pale. 

"mike, i'm sorry.. i try to not remember anything from when i was with Papa... i was scared, and i guess i forgot about that... also.. you should prepare for alot of random nose bleeds..."

mike groaned but told her it was okay. 

hewas still kind of in shock. that was no circus clown. and that was true, genuine fear. he didn't think that was some guy in a costume. his brother seemed to have an equally as messed up life, if not more, with a killer clown and his parents, if you could even call them that. 

he closed his eyes. he was drained. it felt as if he hadn't slept for days. he wiped his nose on his sleeve again, breathing heavily. 

"come on El, lets... lets go." so they headed down stairs.