It was about eleven at night and raining as George Foyet walked down Third Street in the little town of Derry. He liked this town. Most people had heard of the Boston Reaper of course, but none paid enough attention to the news to identify him. This made Derry an ideal place to live and he planned on staying there for a long time.
As he passed under a street lamp though, he heard a voice at his elbow, "Hiya Georgie! Want a balloon?" He jerked his head to the side and was surprised to see a man dressed in a clown suit with red hair and carrying a bunch of balloons walking in step with him. No doubt the village idiot out for a midnight stroll, but still…
"How do you know my name?" he asked suspiciously. Village idiot or not, if this guy knew who he was he'd have to keep him quiet.
"Oh I know everyone in this here town. Do you want a balloon? They float, see?" the clown let them go and they did indeed float although surprisingly neither did they fly away.
"No thanks. I'm too old for balloons. Anyway what are you doing out so late?"
"I could ask you the same question. I just thought that you might like a balloon."
"Well I don't. Now, if you'd- " he started to say, but before he could finish he was stunned to see the clown drop down to the ground and slide into the sewer. "What you'd do that for?!?"
"Oh, I just wanted to go back to the circus."
"Circus." George repeated, starting to feel like this guy wouldn't be such a problem after all. Surely nobody would take this man seriously.
"Yes, you see the rain blew the whole circus down the drain. Do you want to join me? There's cotton candy, and peanuts, and rides, and balloons. Lots of balloons. And all of it floats. And when you're down here you'll float too!" the clown said grinning up at him.
"Right. Well I have to be getting home now…" George said turning away but he hadn't gone more than a few steps before the clown popped out in front of him.
"Awww, are you leaving without saying goodbye Georgie?" the clown pouted. "And without a balloon?"
"Listen, Ronald, I don't want a fucking balloon, do you understand me?" George shouted, starting to get ticked off.
The insult didn't register. "Oh my name's Pennywise, not Ronald. Pennywise the Dancing Clown!" the clown replied smiling.
"Whatever, just get out of my way, got it?" He tried to push past him but Pennywise grabbed his elbow.
"But Georgie, your balloon! It floats!"
"I don't care about your fucking balloons, whether they float or not!" George roared and whirling around brought out his silver knife and stabbed it through the clown's chest. There was a load popping noise and the clown let out an earsplitting shriek. Light erupted from him and within seconds the clown was gone leaving Foyet staring wide eyed at the place where he had been. After a minute he started walking again and decided never to tell anyone about what had just happened.