Henry Bowers

You attempt to run, but It's hand stretches in an unnatural way, grabbing you. It drags you over, pressing you close to Its body as It vomits disgusting, smelly black liquid all over you, the liquid covering your face and upper torso, getting into your mouth. You throw up as It grabs either side of your head, unscrewing it with ease, a small POP sounding as your head is ripped from your shoulders and you die instantly.

I told you Pennywise is lurking. Maybe you shouldn't have met up with Patrick after all.