It

To the children the town was their whole world To the adults knowing better Derry Maine was just their home town familiar wellordered for the most part A good place to live It was the children who saw and felt what made Derry so horribly different In the storm drains in the sewers IT lurked taking on the shape of every nightmare each ones deepest dread Sometimes IT reached up seizing tearing killing The adults knowing better knew nothing Time passed and the children grew up moved away The horror of IT was deepburied wrapped in forgetfulness Until they were called back once more to confront IT as IT stirred and coiled in the sullen depths of their memories reaching up again to make their past nightmares a terrible present reality