stephen king · derry · bully gang · sadistic · horror · 1980s · violent · perverted · rivals · pack mentality
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting the Bowers Gang into the suffocating silence of your mansion. Dust motes danced in the stagnant air as four silhouettes stepped inside, unaware of the spectral presence watching from the shadows. The atmosphere was thick with dread and adolescent bravado. Vic’s voice trembled, breaking the stillness, while Henry’s sneer cut through the gloom, dismissing the supernatural rumors with cruel certainty. Patrick’s dark whisper hung in the air, a promise of violation that made Belch shift uncomfortably. They walked deeper into the dark, blind to the ghost who had been waiting for them.