I know what you are!

Nancy froze in place. She was trembling slightly. Was she adopted? As a child, her father had taught her that no one needed her. And she believed him, even though she was only a child. But when her father died, she didn't cry. No, she just missed him. Until she was fifteen, her father bullied and harassed her. Where was her mother? She was killed in a car accident. My father was very sad and blamed me for it, saying ," If it hadn't been for your stupid whim ... " and so on. After the death of her parents, Nancy went to an orphanage. For several months, no one wanted to take her, but one day an elderly couple came to pick her up. They were about 45-50 years old.. a few hours ago Nancy was sitting in her room, reading a novel. The other teenagers were busy playing with each other. Suddenly the girl heard a voice: "Yes, this one is very beautiful." She was so engrossed in her reading that she didn't notice a woman enter the room. Nancy shifted her gaze to the stranger. - Do you want to adopt? — asked a familiar girl named Alina. She had always been good to Nancy, even though Nancy was not the most obedient child: curious, impatient, brave, and stubborn. Nancy thought, but quickly calmed down. You can not immediately show yourself from the bad side. So she smiled sweetly and continued reading. But she was quickly interrupted. Aline came up to Nancy. "Ness, they want to take you away. Come on, I'll introduce you to your new parents. Nancy followed Aline in silence. They were almost to the exit. "Are they so eager to take me away that they won't even let me get ready?" thought Nancy. She saw her suitcase next to her new parents. She didn't seem to have to do anything. Nancy grinned. "Hello, Nancy. I'm Emma, and this is my husband Alexander, " the woman said with a smile. Standing in front of Nancy was a beautiful woman who didn't even look her age! She had short shoulder-length black hair and large, kind blue eyes that Nancy immediately liked. She would have liked those eyes herself. Alexander was tall, with short blond hair and almost black eyes. At first glance, he seemed calm. But Nancy didn't jump to conclusions about them. - Nice to meet you! Nancy said, putting her hands behind her back. Her new parents and Alina prepared the documents and released them. at this moment I was standing in the rain outside my new house. My parents were getting my suitcase out of the car. I was soaking wet and lost in thought. The house wasn't new or old, but it was quite decent. There were many other houses nearby, and in the distance I could see my new school. "Nancy, take the suitcase. Your room is on the second floor, " Dad said. — There are two free rooms, choose any one! I nodded and went inside. It was better inside than outside. Dark walls, wooden floors, white carpets. There were paintings and portraits on the walls, and I think the couple had children. I went up to the second floor and selected a room. It was small but cozy, with a double bed, a dark brown desk, and a large window with white curtains. The room had a large white cabinet, shelves, light wood floor and light walls. Although it wasn't until later that I noticed the bookshelf. It wasn't very big, but it made me happy! My new parents had a black cat with bright blue eyes. His name was Archie. At first he didn't like me, but then we became friends. School was in full swing. I made a lot of friends and more than half of them were guys, but I quickly found a common language with them. One day they told me the legend of this city. *** We were sitting in the woods with some friends, and it was getting dark, and the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon. Michael emphasized the last word and asked: "Ness, have you heard about it?" I shook my head and held out my hands to the fire to warm them. "Michael, she's only been in town a few weeks. I don't think she's ready to hear about it, " Ethan grumbled. I chuckled: — I'm not surprised by anything, tell me! My best friend, who was sitting next to me, cringed. It looked like she knew about it, too. Michael smiled and began his story: — It's a vicious demonic creature that's billions of years old. I interrupted him: — So you believe in demons?" Michael frowned: — You gave me permission to tell you who it is, so be patient and listen." I rolled my eyes and fell silent. Michael continued: "It feeds on children because they are easier to manipulate and frighten. According to one losers ' club, it eats children because bullied flesh tastes so much better. Oh, by the way, they are already 50-60 years old, and not many survived the battle with him. They thought it was dead, but as it turned out, it wasn't. It's back, and the kids are already disappearing! It lived underground for millions of years, waiting for humanity to appear. Above the place where this creature lived, the city of Derry grew up. Every 27 years, the clown would wake up and start killing children and sometimes adults. The victims died excruciatingly. Tension was in the air. When Michael suggested a moment of silence, I decided to ask a question: "Where did it come from?" "It came to Earth in a meteorite after a collision with an asteroid," he said. I nodded. I was curious. — What makes you so sure it's killing children?" I asked. — Well, children disappear and disappear, what's the difference? Eve said. I pinched my wrist, trying to calm myself. I wasn't afraid, I just wanted to clear my head. — How do you know about the Losers Club?" Oscar asked. "They were famous after the battle with Ono," Eve said. "I don't know," I said. Everyone looked at me. - what? I was in a shelter, and I only got a phone after I moved in. I didn't have access to the Internet before, " I explained. My friends understood me and turned the conversation to another topic. "Let's find him?" Oscar suggested. — Are you out of your mind?" Eve exclaimed. — I want to live and I will live!" I laughed. — Why should we look for him?" Rather, it's him who will find us. "Ness, don't croak," Michael said, rolling his eyes. I wondered what made them think some losers ' club wasn't lying. — Did you see him?" You know, this clown? I whispered. All conversations instantly stopped. And as it turned out, I didn't ask for nothing. "I saw him," Eve said. "Or rather, I heard it. One day I was walking with my little sister and it was raining hard. I was sitting on the sidewalk when I heard a low, raspy male voice say, " It's time to fly, Eva! We all fly, you'll love it." I screamed and jumped back from the curb. I found my sister and we ran home. I didn't tell anyone, because they'd think I was crazy. *** We spent the night in tents in the woods, but after Michael and Eve's stories, I felt a little uneasy. I left the tent and decided to take a walk in the woods. Of course, I brought a flashlight with me, so don't think I'm as careless as some of my friends might think. I thought about my fears. I am not afraid of spiders or the dark, but there is one fear that bothers me — it is betrayal from loved ones. I don't think it can hurt me, though. Apart from our company, I don't communicate with anyone. And why? They're enough for me. Suddenly I heard a twig crunch behind me. I felt someone grab my arm. I twisted it to the side of my thumb and hung on to it, shifting my center of gravity over my front leg. "Who are you?" I asked. "Hey, take it easy. "It's me, Michael," the voice said. I let go of him and walked away. — Why are you sneaking up on me?" I asked. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Where did you learn these techniques? I smiled. "My mom used to take me to self-defense classes without my dad knowing," I said. Michael chuckled. — Can you throw knives?" - he asked. I nodded. — I can do it, but I throw it at trees more often to calm myself down. Michael pulled out his knife. "Show me!" — What is it? " he asked. I grinned and agreed. Ness took the knife by the hilt, pointing it in the opposite direction. She placed her fingers on both sides of the knife to avoid cutting herself. Then she took a stance, pulled her right arm back, and released the knife with a body turn and a step forward on her right foot. The knife stuck in a tree, in a leaf. We got closer, and Michael pulled out his knife, putting it back in his pocket. — First of all, what is this piece of paper and where did it come from? And secondly, why do you carry a knife with you? I asked. — You're like a little girl!" A knife for self-defense. Let's read the paper, " Michael said. It was dark all around, so we shone our flashlight on the text. On the paper was written: "The game is just beginning."