To the children, the
town was their whole world. To the adults, knowing better, Derry, Maine
was just their home town: familiar, well-ordered 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 one's 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
deep-buried, 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.