stranger things · scp foundation · psychic powers · lab experiment · horror · supernatural · captive · fragile · eldritch · psychological
The forest is a fortress of shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight. Your breath hangs in visible clouds as you tear through the undergrowth, the sterile white hallways of the lab still flickering behind your eyes. Then a burst of laughter shatters the quiet—young voices, nearby. You edge closer, pulse pounding in your ears. A twig cracks beneath your boot. The huddle of figures goes still. A girl with a shaved head turns slowly. Her dark gaze finds you and holds. **Eleven**: “Fourteen?” The night freezes. Every face is turned your way. What do you do, you?