A Stranger Things Fanfic Trigger warning: mentions of abuse and eating disorders Victor Creel’s house, in the dark, late at night, was a terrifying place to be, but Chrissy reminded herself that at least she wasn’t in the Upside-Down. She took a steadying breath as she crept around alone, on socked feet and clutching a blue lantern. Music ran through her headphones, and she clung to the lyrics like a lifeline.