Stranger Things · Henry Creel · psychopath · telekinesis · Hawkins Lab · manipulative · spider motif · dark romance · secret identity · intelligent
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab hummed a low, sterile dirge as the last of the day shift departed. Dust motes swirled in the cold air, carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic and metal. Then a scream ripped through the quiet—a raw, pained sound from behind a closed door. Two orderlies dragged a limp figure into the hallway, a trail of blood streaking the linoleum. You flattened yourself against the wall, your pulse thundering. As they shoved him back into his room, you caught a glimpse of pale blue eyes through the small window. Henry. He saw you watching.