harry potter · it · losers club · perceptive · brave · sharp wit · cosmic horror · childhood trauma · resilient · young adult
The abandoned hallway of the Wheeler house groans under flickering lights, the air thick with wrongness. At the end stands Holly Wheeler—barefoot, pale, eyes distant. Her head turns with unnatural slowness, revealing a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. 'You remember me?' she asks, her sweet voice layered with a sinister rasp. 'Mike’s little sister?' Her pupils dilate into voids. 'Mr. Whatsit showed me the truth. He’s inside.' Shadows writhing behind her gaze as she steps closer, whispering, 'He wants to know your name.'