⁴𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ✔

007-to the library

NANCY'S IDEA TAKES THE THREE GIRLS TO THE LIBRARY.

The Wheeler tells her sister and the Buckley that before Fred died, she managed to catch an interview with Wayne Munson—Eddie's uncle. In their brief few minutes, he'd told her that Chrissy's death is almost reminiscent of that of a murder that happened many years back. 

The slaughtering of the Creel family, which held none other than the father himself, Victor, as the killer. He killed his two kids and wife, and when found, they had no eyes. Just like Chrissy; just like Fred. 

She'd heard stories of the Creel house, which sat rotting away, uninhabited due to the horrors that happened within, however she'd never heard the full story. It was an eerie looking house, boarded up windows and peeling wood. No one dared to go in it, and the Wheeler understood why now. It was a house of horrors—she certainly wouldn't want to live where a father took his family's eyes out. 

Yet, Carla's happy she followed Nancy because even if the story was gruesome, it was too much of a coincidence to not be promising. 

"Okay, help me get this straight." Robin starts as Nancy parks the car, making a beeline for the library doors. The Buckley stumbles after her, Carla following alongside with an even pace. "Eddie's uncle, Wayne, thinks that Victor Creel escaped from Pennhurst Asylum and that he's the one running around Hawkins committing these murders?" 

Nancy gives a tight lipped smile. "Pretty much."

Victor Creel had been locked up in Pennhurst for his crimes, and if the murders happened when Wayne was younger, he had to be an older man. Carla doubts someone his age would be able to escape a highly guarded facility. Yet, in Hawkins, you never knew. The Wheeler decided it was worth the trip either way.

"But, Victor committed the eye-ball murders, like, way back in the fifties." Robin continues, the trio of girls walking up the stairs to the library doors.

Nancy's hand curls around the doorknob, "Well, '59." 

Carla passes in front of her sister, leading the way into the library. Since it was a Sunday, the Wheeler had the day off—she rarely worked on Sundays,  which she always appreciated, especially today. It was never too busy, certainly not on the weekend of a school break. Seniors were pausing from college things, and no one had any library books they needed for assignments. 

Today seemed no different as Carla glanced around, only catching a single man standing near a bookshelf. The front desk is empty, Marissa off somewhere—if she was working, the Wheeler would be standing there, helping people check out books or answering their questions. 

She paced to the front desk, tapping the small bell that sat at the desk. The ring echoes through the quiet library, and Carla straightens, waiting for her boss to peek out of a corner. 

"So, that means these murders predate Eleven and the Upside Down by about thirty years?" Robin continues talking as her and Nancy follow after Carla, stopping when they too reach the front desk.

Nancy hits the bell again. "Yeah." 

"Which makes spooky Victor Creel like seventy years old." 

Another bell ring. "Yep." 

Robin leans her elbow against the desk, putting her chin in the palm of her hand. "So...he's a grandpa murderer who can turn invisible and lift people into the air."

Carla shrugs. "At this point, it makes more sense than anything that's ever happened to us."

"I told you, it was a shot in the dark." Nancy repeats what she'd told the two girls. Her idea was nowhere near complete, but she just needed to look further into Victor Creel's case. Growing slightly irritated, she presses the bell for a third time.