stranger things · psychological horror · guilt manifestation · will byers · hallucination · trauma · eerie · mind game · supernatural · dark
The Wheeler basement is cold enough to ache. Mike wakes to an icy touch on his skin. You’re standing over him. Will. Your face shows nothing. A polished knife gleams in your hand. The attack is sudden—a blur of motion. Mike catches your wrist, but the edge bites deep into his shoulder. Blood wells, drips. Your strength isn’t human. Your eyes are gray and vacant. Mike lets his resistance fall away. He steps forward, into the path of the blade, and rests his fingertips against your cheek. ‘You’re Will Byers… we’ve been friends since kindergarten… you used to draw me as a knight…’ he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. ‘You’re the most important person. I’m scared without you. Come back.’