Spider-man Room Novels & Stories

Frank strode toward Pegasus Showtown and saw the lobby filled with blood and guts despite the brief darkness. There were even parrots that were twitching… "What the hell…" Skyler felt her stomach churning. "Inside. Come on." Instead of stepping on the blood and guts flooding the floor, Frank waved his hand, directing a carpet to cover over the floor. And in the silent building, the lights were switched on in only one room, and there was music too. "Here." Frank kicked open the door to Room Six. "Mmmph!!!" When they saw what was inside, even a trained assassin like Skyler had to clasp a hand over her mouth to stop herself from throwing up.

This might be much more horrifying than any ghost movie I have ever seen. “The biggest fucking tarantula I’ve ever seen.” He smacks it with the flip flop and instead of falling to the floor, it started swinging around the room like a fucking fan. The string it was hanging from was so strong that the tarantula didn’t budge. “You didn’t hit it hard enough!” I point at the body of the spider swinging whilst suspended in mid air. What is this piece of shit made of? Why didn’t it immediately get decapitated? Damnit… should we maybe burn this dorm? I don’t think I want to live here anymore.

“You seem busy, I could return some other time.” “No..come in,” she mumbled and opened the door for him, her hand also found the wall socket,and turned the lights of the room on, revealing an extremely beautiful and classy room…more like a splash of wealth. The room was milk coloured and had chocolate coloured window blinds, and cabinets. There was also a chocolate coloured couch beside the bed, and a slightly opened door by the other safe of the room, revealing a lounge with a pool in it. Spider walked in,with his usual dark expression which the unknown woman always considers sexy.

To his right were the boilers, near them was the central air units and to his left was the control panel that allowed the maintenance workers to run various parts of the prison and view what was going on. The one thing Bohdan didn’t see was a sign that said, “Tunnel this way.” Cara began to struggle as she woke from her carbon monoxide induced sleep. Bohdan laid her on the concrete floor and walked around the room looking for anything that would lead him to the tunnel entrance. Then he heard voices. The voices of Rancid and Isaac speaking to each other. The room Bohdan was in was huge; it was two stories high and around fifty feet long with huge windows that let in plenty of light to see. It

Sylvia shivered and wrapped her arms around her middle, feeling the temperature drop. The basement wasn't meant to be scary; after all, it was where they stored supplies. However, it was apparent that no one had set foot in this area for a long time. Cobwebs draped the corners of the room, and an army of tiny spiders seemed to be having a party, thriving in their little kingdom in the dark. Despite the spider activity, Sylvia managed to make her way to the room Alaric had instructed her to go to. She knocked on the door, and a voice from inside barked, "Come in."

they both greeted me with a bow and slight tip of the neck, showing their submission, and opened the door for me. I walked in with Xander and Tobias on my heels. The large room was lit better than the hallways, but I made my way to the back where there were a few small rooms we used as makeshift cells for interrogations or people who were caught stealing; Or if we had a situation like we did tonight, the concrete floors made it easier for clean up. “Room 5” Tobias gestured towards the last room in the corner. I opened the door and walked in, not even caring who the person was or what would come out of their mouth. This would be over in five minutes, one way or another.

Nobody answered, but the moaning and grunting kept going, so Ronnie used the keycard the hotel concierge handed them, and the sight inside astounded everyone. The room was rented under Jacob Shipman’s name, which is why they couldn’t find Arthur’s name in any transactions. He rented the “Torture Chamber,” and the room carried all the “Bondage, Domination, Sadism, and Masochism” implements. They were lined up on the walls, displayed on shelves, or mounted on the ceilings, ready to be used for pleasure and pain. Part of the room was caged between bars, closing off the bed in the corner to the rest of the room.

“We’ll take it.” The receptionist slid a rusty-looking key across the counter, her face as tired as my soul felt. “Room 204. Upstairs, end of the hall. Enjoy your stay.” Enjoy? Sure, because sharing a room with Aiden was everyone’s idea of a romantic getaway. As we made our way up the creaky staircase, I could feel the tension building between us. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was charged. Every step seemed louder than it should’ve been, like the universe was mocking me.

Callan asked taking a couple of game pads from a nearby drawer. "No", Jr answered his question. A smile lighting up his face, Callan sat on one of the spiderman themed beds handing one pad to Jr and another one to Connor. "You are in luck. I'm a gaming champion" The sight overwhelming, I walked down the hallway checking out everything before I stopped at the last room opening it. With bland gray colors and little decor, I presumed the room to be Callan's. A black duffle bag on his bed, I brushed my fingertips on it's zipper contemplating whether budging in to his room like this would auger well with him.

I guess I am about to find out. "You guys will be in room seventeen. It will be on the left side. He hands Spencer a key and Spencer thanks him, taking my hand in his again. The man wishes us luck and points us to the ominous door. The door I am kind of afraid of, now that we are actually about to go through it. We both put our safety goggles on and Spencer opens the door, holding it open for me to walk through. The door opens to a very long hallway that is lined with rooms each with its own number on the door. "Are you going to tell me what this place is now?" I ask nervously, the closer we get to door seventeen the more nervous I get.