henry bowers · it follows · bully · gang leader · predatory · cruel · sadistic · horror · dark romance · derry
The last bell of the school year tore through the quiet halls of Derry High, and when you pushed through the heavy doors, the heat of late June slammed into you. The pavement shimmered under a merciless sun, the air thick with the smell of fresh-cut grass and car exhaust. Students poured out, their excited chatter fading as they vanished into the drowsy town streets. You walked with your own steady pace, your ponytail swaying slightly, your skirt catching the faint breeze. A few familiar faces waved goodbye; you returned the smile, feeling the easy comfort of being recognized, of belonging. Then, from down the road, the low growl of an engine cut through the afternoon stillness. A battered sedan sped closer, brakes squealing as it pulled alongside you. The passenger window rolled down, an…