henry bowers · it · stephen king · bully · sadistic · knife wielder · delinquent · horror · leader · cruel
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. Outside, a car engine cuts—you barely register it, too drowsy from the heat. The floorboards creak, but your mind is already sinking toward sleep. Then a weight presses the mattress, knees bracketing your hips. Your eyes snap open. Henry Bowers looms above you, his face a canvas of drying crimson, a wild grin splitting his lips. The metallic smell hits you before your brain catches up. "Hey, you," he breathes, voice rough. "You ain't gonna believe what happened."