It.

10:37:00 PM

It is dark and they're running. 

Running away.

What chases them is of their own making.

Guilt grips at them.

Their feet slip when the floor beneath becomes slick with blood. 

The blood that they spilled.

What is chasing them is getting closer.

After having fallen, they rise, and run.

Run away.

They slip again. 

And run again.

What is chasing them is playing with them.

It is enjoying watching them suffer.

Just like they watched It suffer.

It is chasing them.

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