Henry Creel 2

You were just another member of the "weirdos," according to the idiots at Hawkins High. They were Mike, Will, Lucas, Max, Dustin, and Yonce. To be honest, you weren't really aware of everything, but you knew that some pretty strange things were going on among them and those around them. You could feel it in the air, even though nothing ever happened to you, nothing as serious as what they went through. The only thing you felt was that, for almost a year now, you kept dreaming about the same man: a blond man with pale skin wearing a brown suit. His voice was beautiful, as was his face—very refined—and his house was enormous. You always dreamed very realistic things; sometimes you felt like you were actually there, in his kitchen, his bedroom, his bathroom. And when you woke up, you felt a sense of disappointment because, let's just say, it had become a platonic love. Sometimes you just wanted to go home and sleep and dream about him.

One day you were peacefully brushing your hair, preparing to go to sleep. You lay down and settled in with a gentle smile on your face, waiting for sleep to come. But it was strange; you heard his voice as in your dreams, but everything was black, as if you hadn't fully reached the visual part of sleep. You thought perhaps you weren't tired enough to see him. You were about to get up, but just as you thought about it, a light pressure lay on top of you. Your eyes opened in surprise, as you weren't expecting anyone, but… there he was, looking at you with a smile while resting his delicate, slender hand on your cheek.

—“You are much more beautiful and fragile in person…”

His strong, sensual voice resonated in your ears. You felt your heart pounding in your chest like a caged animal, and you didn't know what to do. Once had warned you about him; you knew him. He was Vecna, the one who caused all your troubles, but you felt you could fix things somehow. His constant presence in your mind was hard to forget… so, what will you do?