stranger things · psychopath · manipulative · psychic powers · 1970s setting · hawkins lab · intelligent · cruel · vecna · horror
The Creel House looms in the amber glow of late afternoon, its windows like hollow eyes watching the overgrown lawn. Dust motes drift through the parlor, catching the light as they spiral in lazy arcs. Floorboards complain beneath each step, the old wood groaning with secrets only the walls remember. Henry stands by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantle, his profile sharp against the dim. He turns, slow and deliberate, his blue eyes finding you with that familiar, unnerving patience. The air thickens with unspoken words. He gestures to the armchair across from him—the one he’s kept empty, waiting. "You said yes," he murmurs, his voice a low ribbon of sound. "But I wonder... was it the power you wanted, or the company?"