I just felt like I needed to share this. Normally my posts subject matter is horror related but I feel like it needed to change. This is a topic very near to my heart, because after all; who hasn’t been bullied before. So please take this time to take this subject matter as serious as I do. My bully story still lingers in my mind, but in recent years… I’ve sensed it fading. It seems as each year passes; it gets harder to reminisce over the entire event. So without further ado, here it is.
I was a little kid, maybe twelve or thirteen and I was good friends with six other children. We were such a tight-knit group group, you couldn’t keep us apart. My name is Bill, I stuttered a great deal. Ben, he was fat but really smart. Eddie, he was a walking pharmacy with a mom for a tail. Richie, his mouth got him into trouble all the time but he was funny, probably my best friend. Stan, he was Jewish, and had a thing for watching birds. Mike, a black kid living in an all white town and really had a thing for the history of our town. Then there was Beverly. Gosh, Bev she was so pretty. She was poor and didn’t make friends with other girls but we all thought she was great. Dude, she could fire a sling shot better than any of us! But her dad was strange. He always gave me the creeps.
So here we were a troop of kids that didn’t fit in with the town but fit in together. You might have called us “losers” I guess. A club of losers. But we had a bully and his name was Henry. Gosh this guy was awful. He had lackeys named Vic and Belch. They were bad but not like Henry. People are mean but Henry was evil. It must have run in the family because his dad (I don’t remember his name) Mr. Bowers was kind of a town bully. I know Mikes dad and him had some sort of confrontation one time. But it ended because Mikes dad was a tough guy. But this Henry guy was a mean kid and it’s as if something was pushing him to get worse and worse. I can’t figure out what it was that did it. He actually tried cutting his name in Ben’s skin one time. Can you believe that!? Then another time he beat up Eddie real bad. Eddie ended up in the hospital. We fought him and his gang sometimes. Often coming up on top or just evading him. But it got real serious. To this day I still kind of stutter when I think of Henry and It scares me that other kids are out there just like him. I just can’t explain It. Why a kid would be so evil and think there was some benefit for It. It has to be a problem in the soul. Something being corrupted by whatever It is that’s in Henry. It was strange too, because adults (even my parents) never helped. They saw It happening and never did anything against It. I don’t know where Henry is today. Last I heard, he was working at some psych hospital as a janitor… I don’t know. I don’t plan on seeing him. But I am going to a sort of reunion with my six friends in our home town real soon!! I am kind of excited yet a littler nervous. Henry will likely come up and there is going to be some deep discussion concerning It all. But you know what, I can’t speak for the others (because it’s been nearly 30 years since we’ve talked) but I think of everything we’ve gone through with Henry; we’ve turned out ok in spite of It. There is so much I can bring to the story that would rock your world but for some reason a lot of It is blurry. Ehhh, I’m sure It will come to me soon. Maybe I should write a book about It as well, like a 1000 page book that would be so epic. I wonder what I should title it?