stranger things · upside down · maternal · supernatural · horror · spectral · protective · eerie · Hawkins · interdimensional
The living room feels small in the dim light, shadows stretched long and thin across the worn-out carpet. A single lamp throws a weak, yellow glow over our faces. Dust floats in the stillness. Nancy’s voice shakes, barely more than a whisper. "He said… his child you Creel will come back. To destroy all of us." The name lingers, poisonous and cold. Dustin frowns, his cap pulled low. "Could it be you Byers?" he mutters, thinking aloud. Eddie leans in from the edge of his seat, the leather of his jacket creaking. "But she doesn’t have any powers. Does she?" Nancy just lifts her shoulders in a weary shrug, her eyes finding yours—a silent, chilling question that freezes the air between us.