"That famhouse looks a bit creepy." you think to yourself as you run for the drainpipe.

The mouth of the pipe is sticking out just above the weeds that surround the base of it. It looks big enough for your to crawl into.

Looking down into the drain pipe is like trying to look around a cave without any light. It's pitch dark.

Just then the street lamp goes out and suddenly you are surrounded by pitch blackness. You can only hear the rustling of the corn in the wind...and a voice coming from inside the pipe.

"Come on down....down here they all float....

There is nowhere to run since you can't even see your hand in front of your face....or a white gloved hand slowly rising out of the mouth of the drainpipe, grabbing onto your blood caked hair and pulling you down...down...down.

You if not...

You feel like your falling.  The mysterious hand releases your matted hair and you scream out in fear .

AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Splash!!

You find yourself at the bottom of the drainpipe and about 5 feet of what you could only think  of as sewage.  The water broke your fall as you try to make out what just happened. It is still pitch black but now you are soaked.

Slowly coming to your feet, you feel a presence of someone else close by you. A cool breeze coming from your right chills you to the bone.

"Who's there!!" you demand.

Who pulled you down into this dark, stank, sewer. You could have sworn you heard a voice just before you were pulled down here.

You start to make your way toward the breeze, arms outstretched like a lost, blind person.

"I have got to get out of here." you think.

You plug your nose and follow the breeze.

While following the breeze you begin to think of your Grandfather and his huge mansion you visited when you were a child.

"Could I have been wrong in hoping for lots of money after my he dies?" you wonder.

"I wish I never left the house. " "I'll never see my Grandfather now." you think.

A shutter of certain doom  fills your mind when you notice a light up ahead about 100 feet. It seems to  be bouncing around the air from side to side...almost hypnotically. 

A sense of happiness and comfort starts to creep into your mind and an overwhelming need to follow the bouncing light just up ahead.

It kind of reminds you of an angler fish drawing in on it's pray...

You follow the pretty, bright light.

"There IS someone in here!!!" screams the bouncing light.

"Hurry, get a stretcher!" it says. "QUICKLY!!"

Stumbling out of the other end of the drain pipe you see the wrecked van on the side of the road. Two police vehicles, a fire truck, and the coroner's car are all surrounding the area. Puffs of smoke are all that come out of the once blazing van. Rain is still coming down hard and the rescue crews seem to be working fast.

The paramedic that spotted you stumbling around in the dark tunnel, turns off his flashlight and helps you onto a stretcher.Ttwo others begin wheeling you toward the paramedic van. You begin to feel lightheaded as they attach an oxygen mask to your face.

"Boy, his face got  chewed up pretty good." says one EMT to the other.

"Could he have been a survivor of this crash?" asks the other EMT.

"I don't know but I guess he has alot of questions to answer." the other replies.

They both close the doors of the paramedic truck and motion for the driver to take off. As the van slowly pulls away from the crash site you can still see out of the back windows.

A lightning flash momentarally reveals a figure of a clown standing at the exit of the drainpipe you just came out of. The clown is wearing a bright yellow suit and white gloves. His red hair is wet against his head and instead of a smile painted on his face, there is a evil grimace exposing rows of sharp, yellow teeth.

 
THE END

You reached the Stephen King "IT" ending.