Notes

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Chapter 1-A year ill never forget
Once again it was a rainy day here in Derry, Derry has always been a quiet town not much to ever happen but someone losing their possessions to a sewer pipe or a drain. But the year is 1985 in a small little town located in the center of Maine but Derry is known for the supernatural, I mean these days most of the scary things just seem to fake for derry's history but when Pre-teen Bill and his friends discover the ancient history this town holds I'm sure they will be scared shitless. KILL IT, KILL IT COME ON, BILL KILL IT HURRY. The summer of 1985 was crazy enough but flash forward to the summer of 86 and well this is where it leads on my part. the summer of 86 a year ill never forget for sure. You think it will ever come back, I don't know but swear if it isn't dead, if it ever comes back we'll come back to. that day ill never forget it was a crazy summer it surely was with scary clowns and all kinds of things torturing you from the inside out.

Chapter 2-The flood on Jackson Street
It was a very rainy day as I walked up to my super foggy window and practically starred out at nothing but fog. THump, Thump Thump. Boo, come on George that doesn't scare me anymore so you mine as well stop trying. okay, Georgie said, but if only I knew that would be the last day i ever saw George again. Just that night the streets in our little town were flooded with sewage water and all kinds of nasty shitty water. It was one of the worst floods we've seen in 20 years. The last time this happened it wasn't nearly as bad as it was now. While I was sitting at home my dad helped out down by the bridge because that's where the water was filling up the most so a couple of my dad's workers helped him build a dam with a bunch of sacks filled to the brim with pure heavy sand. My dad's name is Ben denbrough he works for a flooding company if you couldn't tell. The name denbrough has stuck with our family for generations all throughout the early nineteen hundreds. When I was 10 years old my dad showed me a picture book of our family's history and how we all came to be. But I didn't really pay attention because I was too busy looking at the stupid painting myself that I made when I was just 6 years old.