Lovely Zena

“Hiya, Georgie! Aren’t you gonna say hello? Ohhh. Come on, bucko. Don’t you want a... balloon?” | “I’m not supposed to take stuff from strangers. My dad said so.” | “Very wise of your dad, Georgie. Very wise indeed... I, Georgie, am Pennywise the Dancing Clown! You are Georgie! So, now we know each other! Correct?” | “I guess so. I gotta go.” | “Go, without this?” | “My boat!” | “Exactly! Go on, kiddo... Take it. Ohhh... You want it, don’t you, Georgie? Oh, of course you do... and there’s cotton candy, and rides, and all sorts of surprises down here... and balloons too... All colors.” | “Do they float? ” |Oh, yes... They float, Georgie... They float... and when you’re down here with me... YOU FLOAT TOO!“

Anonymous submitted:

I would prefer to be kept anonymous if that is all right with you.

For context, I live at home with my parents and nobody else. One night, I woke really thirsty for some odd reason. I checked the clock to see it was 2:13 in the morning. After a while I got up out of bed, used the bathroom, then started down the stairs on my way toward the kitchen. I realized I could hear snoring, and it was not coming from my parents room. A low, sonorous hum coming from the downstairs. I paused to make sure it was in fact coming from downstairs, and it was. I wondered if my mother had kicked my father out for the night or if someone had sleepwalked downstairs, but my father didn’t snore that loudly, nobody in the family did. I took a few more steps down, and it began to sound like less of a snore, and almost like a hum whose melody rose and fell. At this point I began to feel as if I must be half dreaming (if not all dreaming). I kept walking down for whatever reason, turning on the flashlight on my phone. The hum began to sound more and more like a sound the closer I got to the living room.

When I turned the corner into the living room, it fell silent. But I could see a figure sitting on the couch and I dropped my phone. I couldn’t see its face, but it was wearing a suit. Its arms were spread out over the cushions, and one leg was casually resting upon the other. I could feel it watching me, angrily, violently hating me. I wanted to scream but I felt too choked up. I threw my fist at the light switch, and it was gone.

I have never encountered that presence again and am thankful for that.