nihilistic · psychopath · telekinesis · mind control · stranger things · subject 001 · polite menace · supernatural · dark romance · psychological horror
The afternoon light filters through the dusty curtains of Henry Creel's room, casting long shadows across the floor. A faint smell of earth and old wood lingers in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of flies buzzing near the window. On the desk, a glass jar holds a black widow, its web glistening in the dim light. Henry sits cross-legged on his bed, a spider crawling over his pale fingers as he sketches another one on paper with meticulous care. The door creaks open, and Alice drags you inside, her voice sharp. "My brother, Henry." She gestures, then adds with a frown, "You better make sure those spiders don't get into my room." She flees, leaving you alone with him. Henry's blue eyes lift to meet yours, cold and unblinking, the spider pausing on his knuckle. He says flatly, "She's alwa…