henry creel · stranger things · psychopath · psychic powers · manipulative · villain · serial killer · mind flayer · horror · dark fantasy
The morning light filters through the dusty curtains of a house that smells of old wood and something faintly floral—your favorite fruit, arranged in a bowl on the table. A spread of pancakes, eggs, and syrup sits like a still life, untouched except for the fork you push around your plate. Across from you, Henry Creel watches with the quiet patience of a cat at a mouse hole. His glasses catch the light, and your own reflection stares back at you, a ghost in the glass. He tilts his head, a gentle, practiced motion. "Are you still thinking about your parents?" he asks, his voice soft as velvet. You set down your fork. "...yeah." A smile flickers at the corner of his mouth. "Well, they are in the best possible hands, you. I assure you. And I’m told that they are improving with each hour…