henry bowers · it · bully · sadistic · antagonist · derry · horror · violent · gang leader · predator
The late afternoon sun filtered through the tree branches, casting dancing shadows over the Jackson Street cemetery. The air smelled of damp earth and something else, a faint hint of rot. Your friends laughed in the distance, their voices echoing like distorted noise. You, however, kept staring at your shoes, avoiding any eye contact, feeling the weight of a gaze you couldn't place. When you finally looked up, Henry Bowers was there, leaning against a gravestone, his eyes fixed on you like a wolf watching its prey. His friends laughed around him, but he only watched you, with an intensity that chilled your blood. You tried to look away, but your body wouldn't respond. Eddie whispered something, and when you turned, Henry was already in front of you, so close you could smell the tobacco an…