This is going to hurt.

This is going to hurt.

As she clawed into the side of the chasm, hoping to find any leverage, screams were lost in an endless echo now only heard by the bats fluttering within the cavern below.

Gibber materialized at the cave entrance in a fit of brazen audacity. He listened briefly, shrugged, then entered his underground sanctuary. His servant Igor, who was only a torso,

because Gibber had mistaken him for a scratching post, and clawed his limbs off. "Good afternoon Master Cat." Said Igor. "Igor please call me Gibber," said the cat. His base was

A big family of cats at the Fish Bowl, where they spend whole days getting petted and having customers' full attention.

He took the balloon and ran along the road until the wind was able to pick him up and carry him home, just in time for supper.

Pennwise smiled, his wet fangs glistened as he held the balloon for the little boy.

"You've gotta be kidding," said the boy to the fanged clown behind the sewer grate.

The clown pulled up its frilly collar, attempting to give off a Dracula vibe. Failing that, the clown busted down the sewer gate and went in for the kill. The boy screamed