A/N: So I mentioned earlier that I wrote a creative writing assignment with Peter (Parker) as my main character, so enjoy this Halloween themes spooky fic. This is more of a story than a fic, but I wanted to share my story with you guys. :)

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You can’t wake up, this is not a dream

Peter grit his teeth at the creaking sound, body flinching once again like it was imprinted into his programming. The vacant hall was pitch black with what appeared to be hazy green mist oozing closer to him, like a scene that was depicted picture-perfect from a movie. It was too realistic, and for a moment Peter pondered if this was all some twisted scene of his own conjuring. Except it was real. Peter continued through the hallway, remembering the anonymous message from someone that they wanted to meet him at the high school for some unknown reason. The blurry cloud of emerald advanced towards him triggering his nausea. However, he continued trudging through the hallway that seemed to stretch to infinity and beyond. He took a staggering step and then lurched forward, breaking into a hacking cough as he tripped over his feet into the cloud of green. 

The effect was instantaneous. Peter felt his head spin as the green substance, whatever it was snake its way into his mouth all the way down to his lungs. Not even a second later, Peter could feel the effects. Unwelcome sensations ran through him, such as his eyes and lungs began to sting, and he could feel his heart skipping beats. A monster-like shadow loomed over him and when he did a double-take, it was gone as if it were never there. But it was. Within a few moments, the stinging in his eyes became unbearable, and he furiously rubbed the palm of his hands against his eyelids desperate to find soothing relief. After a few moments that resembled an eternity, Peter sighed in relief as his body was rid of the unwanted stinging sensation. And then came the voice.

A maniacal cackle rang out making the teenager jolt. Peter whipped his head both left and right trying to find the source of the voice only to be met with nothing but walls that seemed to stretch on forever and ever. As if on cue, he burst into another fit of coughs. Right at the exact moment his coughing died down, the voice returned in a taunting tone, “Peter, it’s time to come out and play.” The voice turned shrill and more maniacal by the word, “What are you waiting for Peter?” 

Peter could only look wildly around the hallway as terror coursed through his veins. He began to shake as tremors wracked his body, leaving him exhaling softly, creating a small cloud of his breath. If it was a cold, snowy day with wind billowing furiously in his face, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But here in the school? The heating system was all messed up, and the forecast read that it was at least seventy degrees. So why the hell did he feel cold?

  Suddenly, his vision began to blur and spin and he suddenly felt unbearably hot and sticky. He could practically see the sweat beads form and trickle down the side of his cream-colored forehead. Sweat was plastered into his hair and he felt itchy and in dire need of a shower, except he had more serious matters on hand. His memory slowly became foggy and he couldn’t remember why he was even here in the first place. He furrowed his brow, forcing himself to remember. After a few moments of furrowed eyebrows and aggressively clenched teeth, it finally hit him. The text message about someone wanting to meet him. He was going to be honest, he didn’t want to be here in this strange, creepy hallway, but the curiosity of the sent message and why the sender wanted to meet intrigued him. He gently shook his head, and immediately regretted it, his dizziness only increased, along with the bile slowly inching up his throat. He sighed as he leaned against the dull walls, which for some strange that Peter couldn’t quite place a finger on, was covered in red spots. Perhaps, he was being paranoid, but the red stuff glistening on the walls eerily resembled blood. 

You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being. Peter expected to hear footsteps, a laugh, for all of this to be some funny, cruel prank, or a horrible nightmare where he would wake up with a sigh of relief and find himself in his warm, comfy bed, but instead, chills ran down his spine when heavy thuds echoed across the hallway, mimicking a large animal. Peter slowly rose from the stained wall only to be met with more green smoke, the unpleasant sensations returned all over again. Peter huffed in frustration forcing himself to reach the end of the hallway. 

He didn’t know exactly who laid ahead. 

 Within his tenth step closer to the end of the hallway, his knees felt weak as if they were being forced to shut down, and he yelled in anguish as he fell forward, and something made a cracking sound that made him cringe. He bit back a few words, using his hands to slowly guide him back standing, only to be met with excruciating pain whenever he bent his legs. The voice had returned purring, “Come closer Peter. You know you want to.” Peter who had no idea what on Earth was happening, continuing to walk forward against his better judgement. He began to yawn and his eyes began to flutter. He rubbed his eyes once again. Perhaps this was all a dream. Or just his imagination. He trudged on, doing his very best not to flinch at the creaking sound that came from somewhere behind him.  

    The concentration of green smoke increased, and all Peter could see was green.  His coughing returned and he struggled getting air, water, anything that could make his lungs stop hurting. His lungs felt like they were on fire, and he didn’t have any water to put out the thirst for immediate relief. The sound of heavy footsteps increased, and he could have sworn that they sounded like they were heading closer to him. He shook his head, dragging himself for the rest of the way with his elbows, biting hard on his tongue to muffle the screams of agony that shot through his body each time he moved. 

Not even three minutes later, he felt his breathing rate accelerate and he couldn’t control his body as his hands began to shake so much that he could no longer support himself. None of his limbs were agreeing to cooperate with him, leaving him helplessly leaning against a wall while horror travelled through his veins and arteries, spreading throughout his body, and right back to the heart. He could hear his heatbeat thud so loud, he’d be surprised if the whole school, or whoever was in the school couldn’t hear the repetitive thumping sound.  

I see things, that no one else sees. If he could have ran away, he would’ve. Hell, if he knew that this would be what was waiting for him, he would have never agreed to coming to the school, instead,  he would’ve burned his phone and ran as far as he could possibly go. The sound of something scampering against the ceiling caused his body to become rigid and he suddenly felt very hollow and could feel the urge to throw up, but nothing reached his dry, cracked lips. He felt terror explode in his veins when he looked up and he swore that his heart stopped for a second. A giant, at least three feet long spider was perched right on top of him with fangs that one would envision on a dracula and a pool of red was dripping from the ceiling, mirroring the sound of raindrops against a car window. Peter could only blink at the dripping liquid, millions of thoughts running through his brain as he fantasized the cherry-colored liquid to be blood. Heart stopping every other moment, Peter forced his hard teeth to rip through the flesh of his lip, muffling the screams that he’d love to rip out of this throat, but if he didn’t do something, anything, he didn’t want to think about it. Pain spiking up his legs, he ignored it and ran. 

No one ever heard the screams that echoed through the darkness of the night. 

No one ever listens.

This wallpaper glistens.

Don’t let them see what goes down in the kitchen.

A/N: Hope y'all enjoyed my story!