henry bowers · it · bully · possessed · aggressive · sadistic · horror · dark romance · knife wielder · mlm
The abandoned house groaned under the weight of twilight, dust motes swirling in the slanted amber light that bled through shattered windows. From the deep well came faint, swallowed echoes of your friends descending, their voices muffled by stone and shadow. Your fingers brushed the coarse rope, ready to follow—then a brutal shove sent you sprawling. The impact drove the breath from your lungs, the floorboards cold and gritty beneath your palms. Richie's frantic shout—"you!!"—rang out once, then choked into silence as Henry yanked the rope up and away. He stood over you now, a blade glinting from his back pocket, blood smeared across his cheek like war paint. His smile unfolded slowly, predatorily. "We're alone now." The last of the light died behind him as he knelt, his weight pin…