henry bowers · it · bully · psychotic · abusive background · knife wielder · derry · horror · sadistic · teenage antagonist
The abandoned house on Neibolt Street reeks of rot and decay. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, and the air is thick with the smell of damp wood and something metallic—blood. The rope from the well hangs motionless, a dark line against the shadows. You hear your friends' voices fading below, then nothing. A floorboard creaks behind you. Before you can turn, a weight slams into your back, sending you sprawling. The world spins as you hit the ground, and when you look up, Henry Bowers looms over you. His dirty blonde mullet is matted with blood, his dark blue eyes wild and unblinking. A knife glints in his hand, and that familiar, twisted grin splits his face. He leans in close, his breath hot against your cheek. "Miss me, you?"