text: The farmhouse shutters slam open and closed as the wind kicks up. You knock loudly on the door but no one answers.
  
  Rain begins to come down and you find yourself stuck. You can stay on the porch or try the storm drain.
  > You try the storm drain.
  "That famhouse looks a bit creepy." you think to yourself as you run for the drainpipe.
  
  The mouth of the pipe is sticking out just above the weeds that surround the base of it. It looks big enough for your to crawl into.
  
  Looking down into the drain pipe is like trying to look around a cave without any light. It's pitch dark.
  
  Just then the street lamp goes out and suddenly you are surrounded by pitch blackness. You can only hear the rustling of the corn in the wind...and a voice coming from inside the pipe.
  
  "Come on down....down here they all float....
  
  There is nowhere to run since you can't even see your hand in front of your face....or a white gloved hand slowly rising out of the mouth of the drainpipe, grabbing onto your blood caked hair and pulling you down...down...down.
  > You did you find the flashlight from the van wreckage?
  LIAR!!!!
  
  There was no flashlight from the van wreckage.
  
   
  > You liars go to hell...
  Blood begins to pour from your face again as the white gloved hand continues to pull you deeper into the bowels of the pipe.
  
  Appropropriate odors fill your senses and you begin to scream and puke at the same time. Maniacal laughter answers your screams and you lose consciousness.
  
  Splash!!
  
  Your body floats face down in a sea of sewage. Lightining from the world above momentarily illuminates your surroundings exposing a creature that resembles a giant spider...only much bigger. Next to the spider stands a circus clown laughing and pointing a finger at your lifeless body.. His other gloved hand covers his mouth exposing jagged teeth.
  
  I guess the clown was right...things DO float down  here...he he he.
  
   
  THE END
  
   
  You have reached the Stephen King's "IT" ending.