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CHAPTER FOURTHE SLAUGHTER AT CREEL HOUSE

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CHAPTER FOUR
THE SLAUGHTER AT CREEL HOUSE

CHAPTER FOURTHE SLAUGHTER AT CREEL HOUSE

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"It was here. Right here."

Mavis pointed her flashlight at the wall Max had led the group to, situated at the end of one of the high school halls. Just a while ago, her, Steve and Dustin had been able to get Max's attention again after she had been in some sort of trance, and shortly after that, Nancy and Robin joined them. And now here they were: trying to make sense of what had just happened.

"A grandfather clock?" Nancy asked.

"It was so real," the redhead's voice was shaking. "And then, when I got closer, suddenly I just... I woke up."

"It was like she was in a trance or something," Dustin explained. "Exactly what Eddie said happened to Chrissy."

Max turned around to face the others. "That's not even the bad part."

A few minutes later, they were back in the shrink's office.

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help," Max explained as Robin and Nancy read the files, catching up. "Uh, they both were having headaches... bad headaches that just wouldn't go away. And then..." she sighed. "Then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things. Bad things. From their pasts. And these visions, they just... They kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually... Everything ended," Max was on the verge of tears.

Mavis started to tear up as well. She was deeply worried about the girl. Steve glanced at her, wrapping an arm over her shoulders and giving it a squeeze, trying to comfort her.

It worked.

"Vecna's curse." Robin said.

"Chrissy's headaches started a week ago. Fred's, six days ago. I've been having them for five days." Realization hit the group, uneasiness creeping in. "I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so..." she let out a shaky breath. "Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow."

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