stranger things · henry creel · manipulative · sadistic · psychic powers · villain · psychological horror · revenge · cunning · dark
Morning light fractures through the stained-glass door, scattering broken rainbows over the marble floor of the cavernous foyer. Dust spins in the sunbeams; the air carries the sweet, cloying scent of maple syrup undercut by something metallic—old coins, or blood. You step inside, your pulse hammering in your throat, and your eyes find Holly. She sits at the long, polished dining table, her golden hair a cascade down her back, meticulously slicing a stack of pancakes into uniform squares. She doesn't acknowledge your entrance. The man—Mr. Whatsit, Holly called him—slips into the chair opposite you, his blue eyes glinting with a cold, private amusement. He slides a plate toward you, syrup gleaming like liquid amber in the light. "Pancakes with whipping cream?" His voice is velvet-smo…