WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE HORROR OR ARE EASILY SCARED. THIS ONE SHOR IS SO I CAN PRACTICE MY HORRIR WRITING SKILLS FOR A BOOK ON MY OTHER ACOUNT.

But if you are ok with that or are up for the challenge than go right ahead. Tell me if I'm good or not at it please, and what I need to improve on to make my writing more scary.

Peter was placed in a white room. It had no windows, and only one door which was lick from the outside. He was hugging his knees in a corner with his back to the only way out, tears streaming down his face.

The tears where black.

He whipped them away, making a black smear on his wrist. He hugged himself for warmth, as he was surrounded in bitter cold.

The door creaked open which made his heart pound. He tucked his head between his knees in a form of self protection. But he felt the warm hands claw at his sides, grabbing his, scratching him, beating him.

These were the doctors, trying to move him from the floor. He was their test subject, and had been for the last 5 years. The hands dig into his armpits as they tried to lift him off the floor, but Peter was to strong. He latched his feet to the floor using his strange abilities.

"No, no, no, no, no, no" he kept repeating in a hushed mumble. "No, no, no, no."

The doctors got frustrated and brought out a whip, and hit him 9 times with it. Some of the hits drew blood across his back. The pain made Peter release his grip, and the doctors grabbed him once more, carrying him like a limp body out the door.

They brought him to another room that was completely white with a single grey table in the center. They payed him onto the table, and strapped his wrists into it like leather buckles. The leather drove into his skin like a cold dull knife, slowly getting under his skin as they righted the straps. His ankles, hands, waist and neck were tied down.

It gave him the same effect as Jesus being nailed to the cross with rusted nails driving through his cold bloody palms, wearing a crown of thorns. With his wrists held slightly higher than his head, his lungs gasped for air. It was a slow form of death greeting itself to him.

Then they reopened the stitches. Doctors thruster needles into his open wound they created and stitched up on his neck, just above the leather strap. He whimpered in pain, so they drugged him. Now he couldn't feel anything, or remember anything, he didn't know who or where he was. He could only feel confusion,

So the doctors took the opportunity to remove every black thread from Peter's neck and pull open the wound using the needles like reverse tweezers. And they saw what they were looking for.

3 fat black tubes in Peter's neck, covered with blood which was invisible over the darker surface. These tubes contained venom, a substance valuable to the men. They poked a hole in one and green bright liquid squirted out like puss from a pimple. The captured the substance in little sample cups until the tube ran out, making it a shrivels corpse that would refill endlessly in an hour.

Peter had healing powers though, and those allowed him to push the drugs out of his system. The pain and memories flooded back to him and he began to scream.

"Calm down there buddy. We're only trying to help"

"Yes, the pain will go away, eventually."

"Let us seal up your wound ok? You'll feel better right after."

Peter had grown in these lies. They were fake but he didn't know that.

Peter had been told that in order for him to survive, they needed to extract venom from him daily or it would burn through his vowels and effect him.

But in truth, they stole the venom from him. The venom that he depended on it survival. And for his body to reproduce it took his own blood and tissue, slowly eating away at him.

After the doctors took the venom, the put it in larger containers to use on other people. Other test subjects like him.

One venom tube made a deathly toxic poison that they used to power weapons, and test other patients skills. Peter had once seen them use on a rabbit and a girl with abilities over life a death had to save it. Patient 06

The rabbit died.

The second venom tube, the one they used today, was like a drug. It made patients calm down if the fought back, numbed pain, made people forget, and could put people to sleep some times. This was mostly used on a girl with telekinetic powers. Patient 011.

And the third would drive people to insanity. It was only ever used on patients presumed to be immortal or have strong minds. This was also used on patient 011, which made her mental state worse. Peter watched them use it on a white rabbit he was fond of.

The rabbit's name was Mr. Cabs, an old fat rabbit that they gave to Peter to help him cope with his lonely ness. Mr. Cabs was his only friend.

Yes, he watched them give it to Mr. Cabs. And he watch Mr. Cabs kill himself. Mr. Cabs tried to suffocate himself, smash his body, and bash his head into a wall several times, but eventually decided to put his nose and mouth in his water dish and wait for death to come to him.

Mr. Cab's corpse was stuffed and given back to Peter as a doll which he slept with every night at the age of 15.

Peter felt his wrists loosen. The binding were taken off and they helped him sit up. They must have drugged him again chase he didn't remember them stitching his throat closed.

"Come on 5. My little fiver." A kind man with white hair reached out a hand to Peter.

"Yes papa." Those were the only words Peter ever seemed to speak. But he knew more, he chose to be an almost muted person.

As the man walked him to Peter's play room, patient 11 was being dragged down the halls. She kicked at the air and screamed bloody murder. Like a crazy person! But Peter knew that they were about to make her go conduct to some horrible place, filled with demons or something like that. She had nightmares, and she lived them.

Peter was seated down at a table with a jar of flies before him. He eyed them curiously, yet disgusted at the same time of how many there were.

"5, I need you to pin each of these flies down with your webs as fast as you can. Were gonna see if you can beat your score of 20 seconds last time." The man said to Peter.

"Ok."

The man uncapped the jar and flies poured out almost like liquid. Them man then left the room to observe from a window. But when he looked back at Peter, the flies were gone and replaced by a giant lump of webbing.

The man renters the room, pleased. "5 seconds for my little fiver."

Peter nodded, then reopened the web sack with a marked finger that was caked with dirt. The man's face Oakes as dozens of spiders were released.

"You lied." Peter mumbled as the spiders croaked every where including his face, which was scrunched in a furious expression.

"Oh 5, it was just a simple mistake! That's all!"

"Friends. Don't. Lie." Peter said and pinned the man to a wall with his webbing. The doors burst open and doctors grudges in with pistols in their hand, behind them was 11. She used her powers to throw the pistols out and snap the doctors necks. The white haired man smiled, pleased by her actions.

11 fell like a limp body to the floor, but still awake. Peter rushed to her side and scooped her up, crawling get in her arms. He had to get her out of her. She killed to many people on a daily basis, and was tortured mentally and physically.

So Peter escaped with her. The details aren't needed, but they made it out near noon time, the crawled out of a long tunnel which ended in front of a place called Benny's Diner.

11 and Peter snuck out behind the diner and crept inside stealthily. They saw the cook out in the dining room chatting with customers, so they began to secretly forge on unprotected French fries, they were so hungry.

A/N ... If you have an idea of what this is I'm proud of you.

But the cook turned around and saw them, they knew they were in deep sh*t. But he took to them kindly and protected them, have them shelter and food.

Later that day he was shot and they went into hiding once more.

That very night, they were out in the rain. Cold, cold, wet rain. It poured on and on endlessly into the darkness of the forest that surrounded them. Peter made 11 a blanket out of his spider webs, but it did very little in keeping her warm.

SNAP

What was that? Their hearts pounded in the darkness of the evil looking woods of October.

People were yelling, calling out like lost souls.

11 used her powers and found that these voices were safe, but they were still wary.

Lights came into view. Flash lights. Peter had an urge to run. To his in a tree, something, anything! But 11 stopped him. She stood dead in her tracks as the lights shined on her wet shaved head.

"That's not will." Said one of the three boys before them holding flashlights.

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A couple weeks passed and Peter learned that the boys names were Dustan, Mike, and Lukas.

A/N if you haven't caught on by now I don't know what to say but hey, Netflix and chill man.

As for Peter? He knew his name. He may be registered as 5, but his name was Peter. 11 unfortunately was stuck, oblivious that her name was Jane.

Peter learned to like these 12 year old boys. He was older than them, but they became family to him. But the bad men, government authorities were on to them. Just as things seemed to be ok.

The team split up, Lukas and 11 ditched. Peter felt alone with Dustan and Mike ignoring him.but once 11 returned everything seemed ok.

But that's just how life works. You think it's getting good, but then it's really not, and it never will be. Because 11 disappeared. Maybe she died, ran away, or was taken away, but she was gone.

Peter cut himself to distract himself from the hole in his heart. His sheets were bloody and he reopened his stitches. He didn't know how to use the venom, or get rid of it. But his beliefs told him they would kill him,

So he found a sewing kit in the foster facility he lived in, walked to the yellow stained mirror, and poked a hole in the third one.

He then drank the venom from a bloody cup he collected his venom and blood in. And then it was lights out. And 11 was back...

A/N well I suck at horror stories. I think my Intel was better than the rest because I got lazy and I'm tired. Send help pls. For all y'all who are oblivious as flies this was a Stranger things and Spider man crossover be used guess what?! Stranger things season 3 comes out tomorrow and spider man far from home came out yesterday! Idk it just felt like the right thing to do.

Now go buy fabreeze.