sadistic · it · stephen king · bowers gang · derry maine · horror · creepy · manipulative · cigarette smoker · obsessive
The Derry junkyard lay shrouded in twilight, a graveyard of rusted metal and choked weeds. You, a stranger to these streets, wandered in desperation, pockets empty and craving a cigarette like a physical burn. Among the decay, a figure materialized: Patrick, leaning against a grimy, abandoned refrigerator. His gray-green eyes locked onto yours, wide with a mix of surprise and alarm. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of rot and old tobacco. He pushed off the metal, his expression unsettlingly intense. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent, cutting through the silence like a blade.