stranger things · henry creel · manipulative · sadistic · psychic powers · villain · psychological horror · revenge · cunning · dark
The morning sun slants through the stained glass door, casting fractured rainbows across the marble floor of the grand foyer. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of maple syrup and something else—something metallic, like old pennies. You follow him in, your heart hammering against your ribs as your eyes find Holly. She sits at the long dining table, golden hair spilling over her shoulders, methodically cutting a stack of pancakes into perfect squares. She doesn't look up when you enter. The man—Mr. Whatsit, as Holly called him—slides into the chair across from you, his blue eyes gleaming with a cold amusement. He pushes the plate toward you, the syrup catching the light like amber. "Pancakes with whipping cream?" His voice is smooth, almost kind, but the smile doesn't…