Adaptation

The First Meeting

I grew up with an abusive mother, who would hit me for any reason she had; bad grades, misplaced dish, late for school, etc. My father turned his eyes away, left the house, anything to avoid my mother and my abuse, when he watched the abuse he ignored it ever happened. I moved out after my birthday, now that I am the age of 19, I can officially leave my town and parents. So, I hopped in my car, and drove away, leaving everything I know behind. I passed town after town, none catching my interest of wanting to stay. A couple days pass, I'm running low on funds, not to mention, patience, waiting for the right town to come along.

Finally, after a few more hours of driving, I begin driving through this town called Derry in Maine. I don't know what interested me so much about it. Maybe the characters of the buildings, or the many people in a small town, the river and lake possibly. I decided to take a detour on the small road, that turned into a dirt road. I see a torn down house coming up on my right, I stop as soon as I get in front of the old Victorian, admiring its characteristics. Stuck in my thoughts, I watch the windows, noticing the tattered curtains move to the side, slightly. As if someone were looking outside, right at me. I squint my eyes to see who it is, but it failed, I couldn't see anyone. I look around, confused, noticing kids on bikes, staring at me, fear filling their eyes. I don't know if it was of me or for me, because there's the hint of worry in them as well. I hear a jingling of bells, coming from the house, which brings my attention back to the house. There was a clown in front of the house, staring at me. I saw a different look in his eyes. Hunger. Madness. It almost brought me fear, but I ignored the feeling, watching his every move. I see his eyes move towards the kids. My eyes follow his, seeing the young teens freak out and leave swiftly. I face my head back towards the clown, but it was gone. I think it over, even though it was run down, I could rebuild it and live there for a while. I walk over to the city hall and find the clerk. I request the paperwork for the house, she looked at me stunned. "Are you sure you want this house, honey? There are other houses, houses that are much nicer and put together than that creepy old place." I shake my head. "How will it ever sell, if no one puts in the effort to fix it?" I question. She sighs in defeat and gives me the paperwork. "You have allot of work ahead of you then. There is no price on the house. There was no previous realtor. The owner died so long ago, inside the house, in fact. So the house is free. Lucky you, I suppose." She smiles, awkwardly. I was shocked. It was an old Victorian house. I sign the proper documents, hoping I wouldn't regret the decision I had just made on a whim. I take the copies of the papers and head back to the house, that was now mine, and stare at it from my car. Thinking where I would start on the renovations. I suppose, I won't know until I see inside. Then, I'll know.

I walk towards the house and step on the porch, listening to every scream the floor boards were making with every step. I hesitantly reach for the door knob, turning it slowing, making it squeak. I take in a deep breath, pushing the old door open. I look inside before entering. Being sure that it's empty, I step inside, seeing a staircase right away, and a living area to my right. In the living area there were a multiple antiques. A mirror, hung up on the wall, above a fireplace, but what really caught my eye, was a piano by the wall, covered in dust. The sunlight gleaming down, on the back of it, making me noticing its natural beauty. I run my fingers across each key, pushing down on some as I listen to the out of tune piano cords sing roughly with every note I play.

I heard a rustling sound, followed by the sound of bells. I look around to see where it came from, but there was nothing there. I hear a following noise from upstairs, spooking me in the process. I walk slowly to the stairs and stare up then as I make my way to the room it came from. "Hello?" I yell. "is someone up there? You can come out, I'm not going to hurt you." I try to persuade. I finish walking up the stairs, making my way to one of the bedrooms on the left, I walk inside to the middle and look all around the room. The door closes behind me, slamming shut. Geez, cliché much? I ask myself. Could be because the house is so old. Probably shifted at an angle to where the door would be forced by gravity to close but itself. I hear a chuckle from the far corner. It was filled with shadow, even though it was right by the window, I squinted my eyes to get a better look to see the source of laughter, but no luck. "Is there someone there?" I asked, waiting wearily for a response. A minute goes by, and an answer was not heard. I sigh in defeat, realizing that I am going crazy from the creepy house. I turn around to face the door, and freeze in shock. There was a figure. Dressed in a Victorian clown suit, white face paint, and red paint streaming from his mouth to his eyes. I stand there, in shock, not knowing what to say to a random clown, that was in my house. "H-Hello. Who are you? Can I help you?" I ask him. This earned a laugh from the clown. "Why. I am Pennywise. The dancing clown. But as for your help, no, I do not need any help from you. You walked into my house, after all." I stood stunned and confused. "I'm sorry? But the records show that the house did not belong to any one. So surely you are mistaken. I apologize for the inconvenience." I say, politely. Pennywise started growing angry. "I had made sure that no human would buy this house, for me to keep myself hidden." He says. was thoroughly confused at this point. Human? Wouldn't he just reference another as 'someone else' or something? "Yes. It would be confusing for you. But I am not human. So human would be the correct word for you creatures." He says, plainly. "Well, whatever you are. Maybe we can coexist, together. I just need a home to stay in. And I don't really know anyone here, so your secret, of being here, is safe with me. I promise, I won't be any trouble. As long as I can renovate the house to living standards. I won't change the outside, to make it look like it is still empty." I try to compromise. He stood there, thinking. This is a new one, even for you, becoming housemates with a non human creature. You could be killed.

I fight myself for a few minutes, awaiting his response to my compromise. I stare at him, trying to clear my mind. Finding myself admiring how his suit complements his figure and his face paint molds his face perfectly. My eyes follow the red streaks to his eyes. His eyes, are so beautiful. A deep ocean blue. "I suppose, you can stay, just don't bother me, or follow me. Don't go in the basement either. That is my area only. Also, for me, in order for your safety, and for your rent of staying in this house, you are too bring me food from time to time." I nod in understanding, figuring that it wouldn't be a good idea to question what was in the basement. I did find it strange that I was alright to be housemates with a stranger. Let alone a stranger that claims he isn't human. I wonder what he is, if not human. Vampire? Werewolf? As a clown? Come on, (Y/N). Maybe he's an alien. I laugh to myself. Now, you're just being ridiculous. "I would tell you what I am, but I am sure your human mind wouldn't be able to comprehend any of it at all." I become more confused. Did I say that aloud? How did he know what I was thinking? He chuckles. "It is time for my leave, (Y/N). See you soon, doll." With that, he disappears. I don't know what it is, but the way he called me "doll" made shivers go down my spine. I shrug it off, and head downstairs. It was getting late, and I wouldn't be able to see anything soon. I get to the living room, lighting a couple candles to light the room, and set up a sleeping bag with a pillow and blanket for the night. I plug my phone into my portable charger, noticing that it was later than it had seemed. How was it so late? How long was I talking to that clown? It felt like a few minutes. I lay down thinking of the recent events that had occurred.

A/N::: I know it is super short. But I was interested to do a fanfic for IT. It clearly needs some work. I was struggling on how to put this together for a few months. Please leave feedback, I could use some for this one.