Nancy and Adira followed after the son as he walked silently through the hallways, occasionally looking around to make sure that none of his family members was watching what he was doing, "well that's not totally fucking suspicious is it?" Adira said sarcastically as they watched the boy.
The lights flickered around Henry as he walked, just like what happened with their flashlights when they were walking through the Creel house and Vecna was in the same place on the other side. The air seemed to get colder every time they got closer to him, as if it were reminding them not to get too close to him and that something bad would happen to them if they did.
"We have to be seeing this for something," Nancy muttered out to Adira as they followed him, "Vecna wouldn't just be showing us this for no reason." They followed him into the upstairs bathroom and watched as he crouched down on his knees next to the vent where they had found the spiders. The house really did look nice before it got abandoned, Adira didn't doubt that the Creels had paid a good amount of money to live there, and she didn't doubt that if the house was in this kind of condition today, it would be worth big bucks.
He stuck his fingers under the grate and then lifted the cool metal plate up and placed it on the floor next to him and then he stuck his hand down into the vent. Nancy and Adira watched with a mixture of concern and confusion, their eyes widening slightly as they watched the boy pull his hand back out slowly, a black widow on his pale and delicate skin. They watched as he admired the spider on his hand, he had a blank face yet his eyes were bursting with interest as he gawked at the deadly creature.
"Great... he has to be a sicko Nance, look at him," Adira said, feeling shivers over her body as she watched the way that he admired the spider, "if that was me, I would be screaming my head off and running down stairs to get the bloody bug spray."
Next thing they knew, Henry had practically flashed past them, he was wearing different clothes and his hair had been styled differently... like it was a different point in time than when he had been looking at the spider in the vent. A moment that felt like it was just a few seconds ago, had obviously been some time ago. He ran past them and down the small set of steps and then up another set of steps on the other side of the house.
"Great, and now we have to follow him all over again, all over this giant bloody house," Adira groaned out in annoyance before she and Nancy quickly followed after the boy once again, now ending up in the basement. The basement was different to how they remembered it, it was now clean, clear of spider webs, boxes and dust. In the middle of the room sat Henry Creel, surrounded by lit candles and a bunch of mason jars that held different sized spiders, all of them were black widows, "this is some fucking cult shit right here," Adira muttered out in disgust as she peered at the mason jars in distaste
Nancy and Adira walked up behind the boy and peered down at what he was doing. He had a sketchbook and pencil in his hand and he was drawing a big black widow spider on his page, his eyes switching between the paper in front of him and the spiders all lined up next to the candles, "I like it... Picasso," Adira muttered, she couldn't deny that it was well drawn.
They kept seeing different visions of the boy around the house and every time they saw him, he seemed to be doing something weird or creepy, it was like they were watching a new scene from his life every few minutes. Now they were back downstairs, watching as he stared up at the notorious clock... the clock that had been haunting Adira and her friends.
They stood there for a while, Adira quickly becoming impatient as they waited for the next scene, but instead, they just stood there watching him stare at the clock, "Oh my god kid, if you don't stop staring at the clock I'm going to shove it up your a-" she stopped as the hands on the clock suddenly started going backwards.
Nancy and Adira looked between Henry and the Clock, shock on their faces as they watched him with his eyes closed, moving the hands on the clock with his mind. He's like 11 Adira thought, but she didn't say it out loud... cause if he was like 11, it meant that he was like her too. And it didn't exactly seem ideal to compare a murderer to herself or the girl who had saved their asses too many times to count.
They then heard shrieking behind them, they turned their heads and were suddenly teleported out into the front yard. The sun was shining brightly above them, with only a few clouds in the sky. It was a nice temperature, not too humid and not windy either. The lawn was freshly mown and the smell of flowers filled their nostrils, but the nice scenery could not be appreciated as the girls stared at the spot before them.
A few meters ahead of them was a rabbit caught in a small trap, struggling to get out. His small foot was wrapped in wire that was attached to a wooden rod sticking out of the ground. The horror-filled shrieks that left its mouth was enough to bring tears to Adira's eyes. Adira quickly went to go help it but Nancy grabbed ahold of her wrist as they watched Henry approach it. There was nothing that she could do to help the rabbit, it was the past.
They watched as he stuck his hand out over the rabbit and then all of the bones in the rabbit began to snap and blood squirted out everywhere. Nancy and Adira let out small gasps as they watched the awful sight before them, shivers rolling down their spines as goosebumps littered their skin. Adira grabbed ahold of Nancy's hand roughly and then quickly ran back over to the house, throwing the front door open and pulling Nancy in behind her before shutting the door.
They stood there in silence for a few short moments before Nancy looked over at Adira with wide eyes and nodded her head softly, "say it," she muttered out, "you can say it." Everything that Adira had been saying from the beginning was right and this whole time, Nancy had done nothing but tell her that her theories all had to be wrong and that they weren't possible.
"I told you so," Adira whispered back, a look of horror still on her face as she tried to forget about the thing that they had just witnessed. They thought that maybe it was over and Vecna would stop them from seeing all this, but they knew that they were wrong as they heard the wailing of a baby from the room next to them, "ah shit," Adira cursed under her breath before they stepped away from the front door and then slowly began to make their way over to the room where the baby crying was coming from.
They walked into the loungeroom, their eyes widening and small gasps falling from their mouths as they noticed a burning crib rocking in the fire, loud cries coming from the burning, wooden baby bed. They looked over at the couch and Victor was staring at the crib with a look of pure horror on his face, but he didn't move. He just sat on the couch and stared at it, "but I thought they only had two kids..." Nancy muttered out
"They did," Adira replied softly, both of them trying to figure out whose baby was in the fire right now and how the hell the crib was rocking by itself. Adira tried to focus in on the energy, "I... I don't think it's their baby... it seems like it's one of his memories, it's not actually there."
Dream a Little Dream suddenly began to play from the dining room, "dude I love this song," Adira muttered out softly. Nancy and Adira left the loungeroom and made their way over to the music. They stood under the archway of the entrance, watching the scene unfold before them. Henry, Alice and Virginia were all sitting at the table while Victor walked over to the radio which was switching between channels.
"Something tells me that shit is about to go down," Adira muttered out and Henry suddenly shut his eyes and all the lights around the house began to flicker violently, the channels of the radio switching even faster now. And then it started.
Victoria was the first one to shoot up towards the ceiling, stopping mere centimetres from the roof. Her bones began snapping loudly and her eyes sank into her skull before her body. Adira looked down at the kids, Alice looked horrified, not even having enough time to break down in tears, not knowing how to react as she prayed that what was happening was just a nightmare. Henry on the other hand was just sitting there, his eyes closed as blood began to drip from his nose.
Her body was then violently dropped down onto the table between the two children who sat across from each other, a loud thud echoing through the whole house. Adira's hands flew to her mouth in horror. Henry had just enough time to wipe the blood from his nose before Victor grabbed him and pulled him and his sister out of their chairs.
All he wanted was to save his children. He blamed himself, he knew that this house was haunted, it was cursing them and he should have moved his family out of their sooner. He forced himself not to look at the love of his life sprawled out on the table as blood seeped through her clothes onto the expensive furniture. Victor managed to make it to the front door before he froze, losing grip on his children, his head hunched over as his eyes went white.
Alice was the next one to shoot up towards the ceiling, her bones snapping loudly and her eyes being ripped back into her skull, just levitating there for a few short moments before landing back on the ground with a loud thud. "She was just a kid..." Nancy whispered out
"We all are..." Adira said, nodding her head as she looked at Alice sadly, she couldn't believe Henry could do this to his own sister. She would never do something that would harm her brother, sure she playfully punched him a few times and threw shit at him to annoy him... but this was insane, "Alice, Chrissy, Pat, Fred... Max,"
Adira and Nancy watched as Henry stood behind his father, his eyes shut and his nose bleeding. He was the one that had killed his family, his poor family who had deserved so much better than to be murdered like this and in Victor's case, driven to insanity and locked away for his entire life.
The lights began to flicker more violently and then Henry fell to the floor and Victor seemed to break out of his trance, rushing over to his son who was the only other one left alive, his daughter laying near the door with her bones snapped. He cradled his son in his arms, sobbing loudly as he prayed to got to help his son.
Next, they watched as the police barged into the house, handcuffing Victor and showing sympathy and affection to the real murderer as the victim was dragged out to a police car. "Poor man, just watched his family get murdered and now they are arresting him," Adira muttered out sympathetically as she watched them put him in the black and white car with flashing lights on top.