Brooke is IT (Reward Story Based on the film IT)

I'm not a huge horror fan and it's very much out of my comfort zone. Here's what I've come up with --I hope you like it :)

Brooke is IT

Pushing open the shop door to the last costume shop in town, Brooke looks back at Grace with a nervous smile. They’ve been warned never to come to this end of town, and the surroundings show. Urband decay is rampant as the buildings decay.

As they enter the dusty old store, they stand together. No one appears to be in the room with them. The shop is empty, filled only with the spiders spinning their webs in every nook and cranny. Brooke is undeterred. She wants to be scary this Halloween, and the wife's tails don’t scare her.

“Why did you leave this so late?” Grace whispers into Brooke’s ear, shivering in the cold.

Tucking some of her long blonde hair behind one ear, Brooke replies. “I haven’t left it late. None of the stores had the costume I wanted.”

Brooke steps forward and touches some of the dusty old outfits hanging from a stand just in front of them. “I saw this place, and it doesn’t look like it’s changed since the 1980s. If anywhere is going to have a Pennywise costume, it’s here.”

Grace grabs at Brooke’s jacket and tries to pull her back. “I’ve lived in Derry all my life, and everyone I’ve ever spoken to about this place says it’s haunted!”

Brooke scrunches her face as he turns to give Grace a dumb look. “Haunted? Don’t be silly. It looks like it’s been here for decades and is in need of some TLC.”

Grace bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “Seriously, B, I asked my dad, and he didn’t even know this place existed. Please, let's just go to Target, and I’ll buy you a slutty witch costume or something!”

“Slutty witch,” Brooke replies, blowing a raspberry. “I don’t want to be a pin-up for the boys—I want to be scary!”

“Why?”

“Cos…..”

Grace grabs at Brooke’s jacket again and pulls her back. “Let's go, please. They haven’t got what you’re looking for. Plus, it looks like this place is closed anyway.”

“Hello!?” Brooke shouts out, trying to get attention.

Grace jumps as Brooke’s voice echoes around the room. “B—stop that!”

Shrugging her shoulders at the lack of any response, Brooke struts further into the shop and starts browsing the costumes on display. As she runs her hands through the hanging garments, dust bellows into the air.

Scared to be on her own, Grace scurries to stand just behind her for safety.

“There’s gotta be one here,” Brooke says, talking as Grace puts her cell phone light on to see. “Nothing says scary like local evil ghost story.”

“I don’t get this obsession, B,” Grace replies, pushing herself into Brooke’s back. “Halloween isn’t about being scary for girls our age. It’s about us wearing cute outfits—like Tinkerbell or Harley Quinn.”

“I did Harley Quinn last year,” Brooke scoffs. “And all I got was boys taking pictures of me.”

Brooke stands still and looks over her shoulder at Grace with a look of disgust. “I dread to think what those dirty boys did with those pictures of me.”

“What boys do best….,” Grace sighs. “I get what you’re saying.”

“Riiight,” Brooke replies. “That’s why I want to be Pennywise!”

The two wander a little more around the abandoned shop for a moment longer. Brooke searches through some of the hanging costumes and dust puffs up, highlighted by the light coming from Grace’s phone.

“Err…B?” Grace says, coming from the corner of the shop. “I think I’ve found what you’re looking for.”

Grace pulls the costume from the old trunk that’s by her feet. Brooke rushes over in excitement as Grace holds up the old clown's costume In front of her. Instantly, the two can both smell the smell of stale blood.

“Gross,” Grace says, dropping it to the floor.

Watching the clown's costume fall into a pile on the floor, Brooke smiles. “This is perfect. No boy will come near me smelling like that.”

“I won’t come near you,” Grace sarcasticly remarks.

Reaching the floor, Brooke grabs the garment, lifts it, and holds it against her body. The ruffled costume goes past her legs and covers her boots.

“Bit big,” Grace says.

Brooke looks around at the empty shop, ignoring Grace’s comments. Looking at the service counter, she sighs. “There’s no one here. Who do I pay?”

Grace looks around at what Brooke is staring at. “Maybe it’s like one of those Amazon shops,” Grace replies, shrugging her shoulders.

“Oh, yeah. Maybe it’ll charge me when I leave?”

“That or….,” Grace grins wide. “We just take it!”

“That’s stealing,” Brooke giggles, placing the clown outfit onto the lid of the trunk.

Grace smirks, “I think it’s more like we’d been doing this place a favor.”

“Haha,” Brooke giggles, removing her jacket. “True.”

Placing her jacket to one side, Brooke gathers up her long black hair and puts it into a ponytail. With a broad smile on her face, Brooke lifts the heavy outfit over her head and begins to wriggle herself inside.

As the very faded, dirty white clown's outfit falls onto her shoulders, it engulfs her with its size. Almost completely lost in the ruffles, she struggles to get her hands out of the sleeves.

“You look stupid,” Grace says, laughing at her friend.

Expecting Brooke to have some sort of comeback, Grace becomes worried as Brooke’s eyes flash a bright yellow, and she just stares vacantly at the floor. About to ask Brooke is alright, the lights on her phone flicker rapidly.

The room begins to shake, and Grace becomes scared. Everything in the room creaks, and clouds of black dust fall from the ceiling.

“B-Brooke?” she says, “I want to leave.”

The torches flicker once more, and they become dim. As Grace begins to scream, the room shakes, and the windows rattle. Screaming at the top of her voice, the room instantly stops shaking, and the phone torches hold bright, illuminating the room more than before.

Holding her hand over her face, Grace watches Brooke with her eyes wide open in fear.

“What’s the matter?” Brooke asks, giving her friend a bemused smile. “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost!”

Grace shakes her head, “Did you not just feel the room moving, Brooke!?”

“No.”

“And my light. Did you not see it go out?”

“No.”

Brooke looks down at herself in the clown's outfit, and a sinister smile draws itself across her face. No longer does the outfit reach to her boots, but it hands just by her ankles.

“Seem I’ve grown,” Brooke giggles maniacally, lifting one leg.

That’s when Grace lets out an almighty howl, and she points at Brooke’s face. Her skin is pale beyond belief. It's almost white, like she’s wearing face paint or all of the blood in her face has been sucked from it.

“What?” Brooke asks with a worried tone but a smile that doesn’t match.

“Y-your face?” Grace replies, stepping back. “W-when did you put face paint on?”

Brook lifts her hand to touch her face and before both their eyes, white gloves slowly form over her fingers, encasing them completely. Grace freaks out once again as the light flickers, and the room shakes once again.

Scurrying back against the wall, Grace gasps. Her friend doesn’t seem like her friend anymore, and instantly, she feels alone.

“You’re hair!” she shrieks, covering her mouth in fear. “It’s—it’s changing color!”

“My hair….?” Brook laughs, jerking her limbs around as she appears in great pain.

Looking at the door and her escape, Grace says nothing as Brooke’s jerking gets worse. Glancing only quickly at her friend, she sees her hair twisting and turning, and it forms into a perfect replica of Pennywise himself.

The light flickers and Brooke looks down and then up at Grace just with a sinister grin. “Do you like my hair?” she asks, salivating.

Her back pressed firmly up against the wall, Grace begins to slide herself closer to the exit. Watching her friend inhumanly jerk on the spot, tears roll down her face.

“Grace…?” Brooke says, baring her yellowing, fang-like teeth. “Where are you going?”

Clutching her cell phone tighter as the light fades and dims, she begins to sob in fear as red lines draw themselves up Brooke’s face, just like the creature in the film.

“W-w-where are you g-going?” Brooke asks, now utterly unrecognizable from herself. “You look like a nice kid. Are you scared?”

“B-Brooke!” Grace cries, shaking uncontrollably, “WHAT’S HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

“Good,” Brooke smiles, licking her bright red lips. “Tasty. Fear is Tasty!”

Darkness surrounds Grace as her phone light vanishes, and she drops it to the floor. As the phone’s screen shatters on the hard ground, she screams and lunges for the exit. It’s the only thing she can see as a faint street light comes in through the small door window.

In the darkness, she cannot see and stumbles on clothing and boxes left on the floor. Hitting the ground like a falling building, she sprains her arm, trying to catch herself.

She struggles to get up from the floor as the pain in her arm makes her squeal, and laughter can be echoing behind her.

“Come to us,” the laughter says, echoing off all four walls.

Panicked, Grace screams and heads for the dim light of the street lights streaming in through the front door. However, as she attempts to move, a spider-like shape appears directly in front of her, drowning out any remaining light.

Grace’s ears bleed from the evil pressure placed on her. She screams, but her voice is unheard. Everything turns black, and neither she nor Brooke is seen again.

This wasn’t the first disappearance in Derry, and neither is the last. Even those who live in Derry, as the disease has gotten worse—almost like it’s doubled. Sightings of the fabled Pennywise aren’t just folklore anymore, but something the children activitly fear.

Some say that on a rainy day, you can hear two voices laughing from the sewers. Some even say that all will eventually float to the laughter. After all—fear is the tastiest spice of them all!