⸻ ❛𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒!❜
Rory Hargrove is obsessed to uncover the truth behind Barbara Holland's disappearance, while facing her brother's enemy and buried secrets from...
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SHE DIDN'T WANT TO TURN ON, OR EVEN TOUCH, ANY LAMP — they'd already had their fair share of electricity with a life of its own. At least, for that day. Because everyone, including Rory Hargrove, knew this was only the beginning of the pains.
But no one wanted to stay in the dark, so, in Max's room, they left a small gap in the curtains half-open to let in some light from the night sky, and lit a candle on the desk, which danced softly to the rhythm of their breathing and the carbon dioxide circulating in the little room.
In the Mayfield-Hargrove house — or rather, the trailer — there were no more than two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. It was enough for Susan and Max. However, it meant that Rory, whenever she was in Hawkins, slept in an improvised bed in Max's room, pushed against the opposite wall.
But gentleman Steve Harrington didn't want to leave the girls, in his eyes, unprotected, sleeping alone. After all, fear was still raw and close to the surface. So, at that quiet, hushed moment at four in the morning, the golden boy lay on the floor between the two girls' beds, wrapped in a sleeping bag, sleeping on his side, almost on his stomach, one leg sticking out and his arm exposed through his white t-shirt. The skin of his serene face, half-buried in the pillow—mirroring that he was deep in his fifth dream — was gently lit by the warmth of the candle.
Hugging her pillow and with a subtle smile adorning her face, Aurora gazed at her handsome sleeper, wishing she could dive into his wild, creative dreams — the ones he so often recounted to her the following morning.
Despite the exhaustion, her eyelids stubbornly refused to fall, keeping her eyes wide open. She already knew that when she was the victim of insomnia, it was because her brain wanted to force her to think. And she knew there was plenty to think about.
Her mind chose to replay a sentence from Nancy, said the very moment they entered the Creel haunted house: "We only know this house is very important to Vecna."
That house — one of two things: either it was important because of some ancestor who had lived there before the Creels—perhaps an evil spirit they awakened, or angered, with their presence. Or it was one of the Creels themselves, who had once loved that house so much in the beginning.
Could Victor Creel be Vecna himself?
But... that didn't make sense, because Aurora had been inside his memory of the event — and he hadn't actively participated in the murders. He'd even been flung elsewhere — to a memory of the war—during the children's deaths.
