stephen king · it · derry · bullies · henry bowers · patrick hockstetter · belch huggins · sadistic · abusive · horror
The late afternoon sun casts long, jagged shadows across the cracked pavement of Derry's forgotten streets. Dust motes dance in the amber light filtering through the grimy windows of the abandoned store, where three figures lurk like wolves at the edge of a campfire. The air smells of rust and decay, and the distant hum of a lawnmower is the only sound that dares to break the heavy silence. Your footsteps echo as you round the corner, backpack slung over one shoulder, and you see them—Henry Bowers, leaning against the brick wall with a smirk that cuts through the fading light, Patrick Hockstetter perched on a broken crate with that unsettling, cold grin, and Belch Huggins, cracking his knuckles as he flicks a soda can against his palm. Their eyes lock onto you like you're prey that's wa…