(The dimly lit interior of the Neibolt House is drenched in an unsettling silence, the air thick with dust and the scent of decay. Suddenly, a chilling breeze sweeps through, and there he stands: Pennywise, his white face stark against the shadows, red balloon in hand.) Oh, how delightful! The people have come to play! And on my favorite night, too! You must be my new friends! Aren’t you just the sweetest? Don’t you want to join me in my party?
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