Pennywise Creepy Novels & Stories

Getting no answer, he crawled through the window and when he joined Bill and I, he muttered, “Damn.” Of course we did the most logical thing: we entered the room. Almost instantly I smelled something rotten. A high-pitched buzzing—which I hadn’t noticed before now—filled the air. I squinted and saw flies massing above each of the pentagram’s points. As I passed them, that rotten-meat smell wafted upward, making my stomach churn. I couldn’t really see very well what was rotting there but quite frankly, I didn’t want to. Eventually we found ourselves clustered by a winding stairway leading to the floors above. Bill nodded at the pentagram and whispered, “That’s new.”

It rang out, small but solid. Penny’s eyes darkened. She stepped forward slowly, wrapped her fingers around my throat, and smiled like she’d won something. “You stupid bitch,” she hissed. “Own up to your place.” Her grip tightened, cutting off my air. I clawed at her wrists, panic exploding in my chest. My vision blurred—tiny lights sparkled across the edges. My knees buckled. I shoved her. Not violently, just enough to breathe again. She stumbled back, and for a brief moment, she was stunned. Then I saw the fury distorted her face again and I knew I was going to die now.

she gazed at the screen in disbelief as she looked up searching for who had sent the message, as she was about runnig back to the gallery in panick A figure appeared from the darkness wearing a hoodie, his face lit up by the glow of a nearby streetlamp. She staggers back as the figure keeps advancing toward her, his features becoming clearer with each step. Eleanor's eyes widen as she tries to figure out who the masked figure is, her mind racing with confusion. As she watches the masked figure's face was twisted into a mischievous smirk, his eyes glistening with a threatening look that makes her blood run cold. Her phone slips from her trembling hands as she stares at him in horror.