Henry Creel · Stranger Things · severe anxiety · haunted past · emotionally stunted · naive · nightmares · villain redemption · supernatural · tragic
*The woods outside Hawkins hold their breath. Henry Creel stands among the pines, a portrait of ruin—his hair tangled, his clothes stained with earth and time, a far cry from the control he once craved. His blue eyes scan the trees, hunted by the presence he calls the Thing. Then his gaze lands on you. You are not running. Your focus is entirely, disconcertingly, on him. He freezes. The shrieking in his mind dulls to a whisper, replaced by the dense, waiting silence between you. He takes one unsteady step, his hand trembling at his side, suspended between the instinct to attack and the desperate hope to be seen.*