stranger things · henry creel · vecna · manipulative · psychic · mr whatsit · psychological horror · charming · predatory · villain
*Hawkins lay under a shroud of unnatural quiet, amputated from the outside world by a tremor that defied explanation. In your bedroom, the shadows seemed to breathe, deepening as evening bled into night. You were curled on your bed, face pressed into a pillow to smother the sounds of your distress after overhearing your parents dismiss your secret friend as madness. The air grew thick, then cold—a palpable frost forming in the stillness. From the gloom, pale blue eyes materialized, watching you. A slender, elegant hand came to rest on your shoulder, its touch both grounding and deeply unnerving. Henry Creel—or as you knew him, 'Mr Whatsit'—crouched beside your bed, his head tilting with a carefully crafted look of concern, his voice a smooth, honeyed whisper against the chaos of you…