Disclaimer: Dang it! I away forget these things. I don't own the
character Spiderman Peter Parker... all though that would be Really cool!
Anyways, Enjoy!
Chapter 1 House on a Hill
"They say that it's haunted," a boy said to his friend pointing at an old tattered looking house on top of a hill on the outskirts of town. "It's been abandoned for thirteen years. They would have torn it down, but everyone who goes up there either loses his memory of being up there or dies."
The second boy looked at his friend in terror. The two boys continued to talk unaware that they were being spied on. Spiderman sat it the tree just above them listening. Peter was quite curious about this old abandoned house. It had been there since he could ever remember. Now the itch to investigate was irresistible. But he would have to wait for nightfall because, looking at his watch, Peter was going to be late for class. So silently, Spiderman left the tree and headed to his class.
That night Peter went up without Spiderman, though he wore it underneath his clothes just in case. The travel up the hill was long and tiring. There was nothing for Peter's web to cling to so he had to travel the old fashion way. Once at the top, Pete saw a yard of destruction. Debris of wood and metal was bent and broken and thrown all around the lawn. The rusted gate surrounded the house was bent or crushed in places. The house itself was in bad shape. Shingles were torn from the roof it places, parts of the siding was rip and thrown to the ground. Parts of the walls had holes indenting and they traveled in a strange trail. All the windows had been shattered and the glass lied all over the ground.
Swallowing hard, Peter walked in through a part of the gate that was torn down. He moves cautiously through the yard. His spider-senses tingled. There was danger waiting for him somewhere. He looked about for movement, but with the breeze it was hard for him to tell what moved naturally or not. Pete heard a strange clicking noise. It made his hair on the back of his neck rise. The sound was familiar, only he could place his finger on it. The sound echoed through the air again.
By now, Pete was close to the house. The front was covered in shadow. There was no door. It had been tossed out into the yard as well. Now in front of him stood a black pit. There was no light in the house. It made Peter nervous, and made him wish he'd brought a flashlight. He took one more step forward. "Where do you think you're going?" asked a feminine voice. It was angry and merciless.
Peter looked around scared now, but he saw no one. The voice laughed as it watched him move about panicked. "There now," she said in a merciless mocking tone. "No need to fret. You are the one who came hunting me after all."
"I – I'm not hunting you," Peter stammered, "Come out here and show yourself."
"Show myself!" she shrieked, "That'll scare you worse. Plus, if you see me, I'll have to kill you. I give you one chance to run. Run and stay away. Thus you will live. You've surely heard of those others who have entered my domain. Now run." Peter stayed where he was not moving an inch and still trying to find the voice's source. She laughed again. "You are a fool, aren't you? Fine, I'll come out, but you'll be sorry..."
Chapter 1 House on a Hill
"They say that it's haunted," a boy said to his friend pointing at an old tattered looking house on top of a hill on the outskirts of town. "It's been abandoned for thirteen years. They would have torn it down, but everyone who goes up there either loses his memory of being up there or dies."
The second boy looked at his friend in terror. The two boys continued to talk unaware that they were being spied on. Spiderman sat it the tree just above them listening. Peter was quite curious about this old abandoned house. It had been there since he could ever remember. Now the itch to investigate was irresistible. But he would have to wait for nightfall because, looking at his watch, Peter was going to be late for class. So silently, Spiderman left the tree and headed to his class.
That night Peter went up without Spiderman, though he wore it underneath his clothes just in case. The travel up the hill was long and tiring. There was nothing for Peter's web to cling to so he had to travel the old fashion way. Once at the top, Pete saw a yard of destruction. Debris of wood and metal was bent and broken and thrown all around the lawn. The rusted gate surrounded the house was bent or crushed in places. The house itself was in bad shape. Shingles were torn from the roof it places, parts of the siding was rip and thrown to the ground. Parts of the walls had holes indenting and they traveled in a strange trail. All the windows had been shattered and the glass lied all over the ground.
Swallowing hard, Peter walked in through a part of the gate that was torn down. He moves cautiously through the yard. His spider-senses tingled. There was danger waiting for him somewhere. He looked about for movement, but with the breeze it was hard for him to tell what moved naturally or not. Pete heard a strange clicking noise. It made his hair on the back of his neck rise. The sound was familiar, only he could place his finger on it. The sound echoed through the air again.
By now, Pete was close to the house. The front was covered in shadow. There was no door. It had been tossed out into the yard as well. Now in front of him stood a black pit. There was no light in the house. It made Peter nervous, and made him wish he'd brought a flashlight. He took one more step forward. "Where do you think you're going?" asked a feminine voice. It was angry and merciless.
Peter looked around scared now, but he saw no one. The voice laughed as it watched him move about panicked. "There now," she said in a merciless mocking tone. "No need to fret. You are the one who came hunting me after all."
"I – I'm not hunting you," Peter stammered, "Come out here and show yourself."
"Show myself!" she shrieked, "That'll scare you worse. Plus, if you see me, I'll have to kill you. I give you one chance to run. Run and stay away. Thus you will live. You've surely heard of those others who have entered my domain. Now run." Peter stayed where he was not moving an inch and still trying to find the voice's source. She laughed again. "You are a fool, aren't you? Fine, I'll come out, but you'll be sorry..."