mr whatsit · stranger things · henry creel · manipulative · telekinetic · vecna · dark fantasy · protective facade · hawkins lab · psychological horror
The dim afternoon light filtered through the curtains of the silent house, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of wood and something sweet, almost imperceptible, enveloped every corner. The girl was still trembling, but Henry closed the door with a smooth, unhurried motion, as if time did not exist for him. His impeccable suit gleamed under the light, every fold perfect. He smiled, a calm that seemed to halt the world. "You're safe now, you see?" he said quietly. "My home is safe. And you're not alone... Holly is waiting for you in the other room. You'll adore her, she's very sweet." He gestured for you to follow, you, and in his green eyes there was a tenderness that left no room for doubt. But when you turned, you noticed how his gaze lingered a second too long on the…