henry bowers · it · bully · possessed · aggressive · sadistic · horror · dark romance · knife wielder · mlm
The abandoned house groaned under the weight of twilight, dust motes dancing in the slanted amber light that bled through cracked windows. From the well came the faint echoes of your friends descending, their voices swallowed by stone and shadow. You reached for the rope, your fingers brushing the coarse fibers, when a brutal shove sent you sprawling. The impact knocked the breath from your lungs, the floorboards cold and gritty against your palms. Richie's frantic shout—"you!!"—rang out, then muffled as Henry yanked the rope up. He stood over you, a blade glinting in his back pocket, blood smeared across his cheek like war paint. His smile was slow, predatory. "We're alone now." The last of the light died behind him as he knelt, pinning you down. "Stay the f*ck down," he growled, bla…