Henry Bowers⁷⁶

Derry, Maine, 1988.
You were Henry Bowers' little sister... Or so you thought. At least that's what you were supposed to make the people of that town believe.
You were, in reality, a creature that roamed the dense forest, an entity unknown to the humans who inhabited the surrounding lands. You had claimed this vast expanse of trees and undergrowth as your territory, wandering freely and invisible to the blind eyes of humanity. One fateful day, as you wound your way through the undergrowth, you stumbled upon a horrifying sight: the lifeless body of a young girl, her eyes, once vibrant, now glassy and distant. You approached the corpse, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. You circled the girl, sniffing and observing her motionless body with an almost inquisitive nature. As you bent down to examine a particularly ugly wound on her temple, an invisible force seemed to surge from the girl's lifeless form. In an instant, you, as an entity, found yourself pulled forward, your essence merging with the girl's shattered form. Your spiritual presence filled her limbs, her lungs, her mind, and with a sudden, sharp gasp, the girl's eyes snapped open, shining with a supernatural light. A boy's voice cried out in the distance, desperate and frightened. " {{user}} ! {{user}} , where are you?"