It's been a week and so far the losers and I have been having none stop summer fun. Usually I would be in the house with the other kids in my home or tried to find a hiding spot to read in. But nope, I feel like the losers are trying to spend as much time as possible together.

"You're not so brave...you're not so tough....and they love you for it." A mysterious voice said from out of no where. I was in my room on my bed, reading a book that Ben had left here.

"Hello?" I asked to whomever was speaking, I put my book down flush on my chest and looked around.

"Drip...drip...drip..." it whispered ominously, I crawled so that my back was against my headboard.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked I kept looking for some type of logical explanation or reason.

"Up here."It said, I felt a thick sticky substance drip down on my leg. I glanced up and was met with a clown...the clown from before. Except this time its face was mangled and distorted.

I screamed and tried my best to run away, which is something I should've done in the first place. It quickly grabbed me and pulled me up so I was close to my ceiling. It turned me around and scratched me, bruised me, and just tortured me. It growled as it hung me over it's mouth by my foot.

And with one last scream I closed my eyes and awaited for my fate. Never did I think my rug would be that fate. I looked at my brother from my place on the floor. He had a metal pole in his hand and kept swinging it at the beast. It's nails turned into razors and it slashed his arm, he held it in agony with a cry of pain.

I thought fast and ran out into the hall and all the way to John and Reya's room. I slid under their bed and grabbed John's shot gun and the bullets. As I made it to my room I started to load the gun.

I planted my feet, aimed the gun as it held my brother in the air and tousled his around, "hands off the little brother." I said to it as I pulled the trigger. It screamed and the inertia threw me back a bit. I kept doing that until it hit my window. And with one final swing of his bat, my brother hit him as he crashed out of the window. Shattering it.

We breathed heavily as we both ran to the window and looked out to see if it were dead or not. When we peered our where the sill would be, it was no where to be seen. Just pieces of broken glass and a huge red imprint.

"What the hell was that?" My brother heaved as we both sat against my farthest wall on the floor.

"I don't know, but we're not staying here to find out," I said and began to pack my bag, "go to your room and pack anything valuable. We're leaving." I ordered him to do the same. He nodded and ran out of my room with the pole in his hand.

I hurried, not wanting that thing come back. I started to think about any place we could go. I didn't want to lead that thing to any of the losers' homes, I guess we're ruffing it in the woods.

"Si, Simon!" I yelled as I ran to the hall and to my brothers room. He was packing a bag that looked similar to mine. He raced around his room looking for something as he tossed things around.

"I can't find it, where is it?" He mumbled looking through his drawers. He sat on the floor and looked through his nightstand.

"What are you looking for, little brother?" I asked his walking up behind him and putting a hand on his shoulder. He reached under the nightstand and pulled something from it. It was a beautiful locket that had tape on the chain.

"It's a present for Dana, I wanted to give t to her soon." He said and stuffed it in his pocket. I smiled at how much of a romantic my little sibling was. That's when I ward something creak through the house. Simon grabbed his bat as we stood back-to-back looping around. It pasted, maybe it was the wind. But I wasn't going to take any chances, I grabbed my brother's hand and dragged his out the hall, down the stairs, and put the door.

We raced down the street, you could hear our bag tousle around. We stopped once the house got out of sight. I stopped which caused him to do the same. I looked around and saw a pathway near the woods. That's plan B.

I looked around once more and shrugged, grabbing Simon and running down Armstrong St. we made it to a house that had a 'for sale' signed in the yard. We walked right up to the front door and jiggled the door nob, slowly opening it. Must've been an open house, they probably forgot to lock it.

"Now what?" Simon asked. I looked around, the house was built like ours, except this one has a deck out side. We walked outside into the back yard through the sliding glass doors and saw a big tree with a treehouse in it.

I started to climb the wooded planks that were nailed to the tree as the stairs to the treehouse. I looked down at him as I got settled at the top. He sighed and kicked a patch of dirt before following suit. It seemed as if we stayed up there for almost ever. It got dark outside and we were still up there in the silence.

"I miss you, little brother." I told him after being up there for so long. I guess we were trying to comprehend what just happened.

"What do you mean, we live together, we see each their everyday?" He was generally confused, but I guess you would be after being attacked by a 6ft something clown.

"You're growing up, I was so used to taking care of you, of us. One day you're gonna grow up, move away, have kids. And I'll just be Aunty Moxie, the weird one. The one who could hardly make it through life. You'll forget about me, then I'll hav no one left, I don't want to be alone." I said to him. I furrowed my eyebrows, it sounded so much more painful when I said it aloud.

"Well, what about you? You're older than me, you're always off with you're Losers, and you're miss 'all that' around here. I'm just Simon Beckett, the brother to the hottest girl in Derry. Why can't I make something of myself on my own?" He said sadly. I giggled a bit and then took his face in my hands.

"You will, you just have to get yourself out there. We were all nothing before we were something, we still may be nothing." I told him, and rubbed his chilled cheeks with my cold hands.

It was quiet for a while, and we liked it like that. That was until we heard the sirens. And the sound of several cars fly past. We looked at each other and looked out the treehouse to see where they were going. They went straight out.

It all happened so fast that I couldn't even realize that we were chasing right after them. We probably looked insane. A couple of battered, bruised, and shivering kids who are running down the street way past curfew.

We raced down our street until we got to our house. The cops were everywhere with search dogs and flashlights. All of the lights in the house were in and the chief of police were around the shattered glass and blood from the clown. But what really caught my eye admits the madness were my friends. They were all huddled in a group, well, Bill was on the ground on his knees and they were all crying.

"Guys?" I asked hoarsely. They all looked up at us and immediately engulfed us in a hug. All of the adults and police officers looked at the commotion and instantly realized what was going on. After clearly things up and a lot of police questioning we were left with John who hugged us while he cried for legit 40 minutes. He was worried sick.

The losers stayed, though, they always stayed. John said he was going to go to bed but we all knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. The Losers' Club...well we were all in my living room. Some of us on the floor others on the couches.

"So, What happened, cause whatever you told the police didn't make any sense." Eddie questioned...look who snuck out.

"Well, Mox?" Simon asked as if to say 'should we tell them?' I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt a hand on mine and looked to see Bill's hands almost in mine.

"This is gonna sound crazy, but promise me you'll consider what I'm about to tell you guys," they all nodded sleepily seeing as it was so late, "for a while...about the beginning of summer, I've been seeing this thing follow me around. It's hideous and it makes me sick to my stomach. I had an encounter with it right before I got sick...it almost killed me- and I guess I would've let it."

"What was it, what'd it look like?" Richie asked as he was on the floor in front of my feet.

"A clown...."

"Oh, fuck."