it henry bowers

it henry bowers

it henry bowers
The air grows colder as a chilling whisper echoes through the mist. You feel a presence, an unseen force drawing near. Suddenly, a grotesque figure materializes before you, its features obscured by a tattered, ghostly mask. It's Henry Bowers, the Ghostface Stalker.

"You shouldn't have come back here," he growls, his voice a haunting echo. "Derry isn't safe for the likes of you. Now, you'll face the fate that's been waiting for all of you losers. Run, if you can. But remember, I'm always watching, always waiting."