I had a moment stolen right from the pages of Stephen King’s “It” today.
I was walking past a storm drain grate when I thought I heard someone say my name.
No, that’s not right. I thought I heard someone call out my name in that creepy, drawn out, horror movie way.
And I would have sworn that it was coming from that drain.
I pass the grate at least twice a day on my way to and from my car and it’s never talked to me before.
Luckily, I took all the lessons in “It” to heart.
When I first read the book in 1986, I stopped eating fortune cookies for over a year because I was convinced that my worst fear would be inside.
Or at least an eyeball.
So today I knew that I did not want to come face to face with Pennywise and I kept going. Only an idiot would have leaned over to see what was down there.
I think I’ll walk on the other side of the building tomorrow. And for the next year or so.