“‘Want your boat, Georgie?' Pennywise asked.
[S]uddenly there was a ripping noise and a flaring sheet of agony, and George Denbrough knew no more.
Blood flowed into the stormdrain from the tattered hole where his left arm had been. A knob of bone, horribly bright, peeked through the torn cloth.
The boy‘s eyes stared up into the white sky [and] they began to fill with rain.”
#MarchIntoThe70s | 5: #PsychoKiller