Spider-Man/Peter Parker One-Shots

Scary Movie (Halloween Special)

(S/M/N) = scary movie name

"Guys, this really isn't a good idea," you held up your hands as if to try and calm them down. Your friends were talking excitedly about which horror movie to watch tonight, as it was Halloween. Since this was the holiday of chills and thrills, why wouldn't they? You would've been ok with it if it weren't pitch black outside and perhaps the very movie you feared since you saw the trailer.

If you could help it, you were never going to watch (S/M/N).

But alas, here you were, being drug into the room where the TV sat waiting for its screen to be lit with jump scares and graphic images. You were nearly shaking when your friend sat you down and took their place beside you, not able to sit still. Your other pals talked about what they expected to happen and whether or not the main character would live through the experience.

The friend that lived in the house you all were at put the disc in the player and sat back as the disc loaded. Once it started playing, they skipped the trailers for other movies and hit play so the horror experience could begin.

You weren't ready for what happened.

"Y-Yeah, g-goodbye!" You waved to your friend and sprinted to your car, head twisting this way and that as you yanked open the car door. One could say you were paranoid, but to be honest, it was more like you knew something was out there waiting to pop out with a knife and hack you to pieces.

Once in the car you wasted no time in turning it on and driving off. You felt a small sense of relief once you were moving, as the chances of getting attacked were lower. Then your brain came up with a bunch of scenarios that could happen and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up again.

But thankfully you saw your house fast approaching and you sped up to get there faster. Pulling into your garage, you shut the garage door before stepping out of the vehicle. Your eyes swept the garage to see if there was anybody hiding in a dark corner, and after seeing noone, you hurried inside.

You locked the door behind you and made sure the other doors and windows were locked nice and tight. For a moment as you were passing the kitchen, you considered grabbing a knife to carry with you so you felt a little safer, but shook that thought from your mind. The paranoia was just getting to your head.

After every other part of the house was checked, you finally felt eased enough to head to bed. It was 2 in the morning and you had school tomorrow (technically today). You made sure your blinds were shut as you changed into pjs and watched the egg-white blinds carefully to make sure that nobody was looking in from the other side.

Then you flipped the lights, sprinted to your bed, climbed under the covers, and pulled the sheets up almost over your head. Your eyes surveyed the room, forming all the shadows of the items in your room to look just like everything that terrified you in the movieーlike that thing over in the corner that reminded you of the killer.

You blamed it on the paranoia that it took 30 minutes for you to even begin to feel tired. But, perhaps, there was a reason for being paranoid.

3 short, quick knocks came from your window.

Your heart stopped. Your eyes creeped over to the window; you were almost too scared to look. You couldn't see anything, as there was no outside light source that provided a shadow inside your room, but you knew somebody was there.

The knocks came again and you didn't move a muscle. You weren't going to answer the window, you'd be asking for death with a cherry on top. But what else was there to do? They probably knew you were in here, so when you don't answer they'll probably get impatient and force their way in or try to enter through another door or window.

The knocks came once more, sounding more persistent than before. When there was no response for 5 seconds it became a pounding that rattled the window, demanding that you let them in. Your breathing was shaky as your heart beat so fast you were sure you'd get a heart attack before the person even made it inside.

Then you heard the window shift as it was pushed upwards. Everything in your body froze up and ceased to work. The one room in which you hadn't checked the windows was your own; you had forgotten it.

Cold sweat trickled down your back and forehead as you slid under your covers so your entire body was covered. You said your prayers as the window finished moving up and silence engulfed the room.

A foot landed on the ground softly, and it was soon followed by another. The window was pushed downward 'til it touched back down on the windowsill. Silence for a second, then the person approached your bed. You wished harder than anything this was a nightmare, or simply a prank, or-

The covers were pulled back and you screamed bloody murder, likely making the killer's ears bleed. A hand immediately covered your mouth and your eyes widened as you stared up at the murderer.

"Shhh, (Y/N), it's just me," Spider-man leaned a little closer as he spoke. When you stopped shaking he drew his hand back. "You aren't usually this jumpy. What happened?" It was such a quick change, going from terrified to relieved in 2 seconds flat, but you'd take that over terrified to looking-death-in-the-eyes terrified anyday.

"I, uh, just a scary movie," you shrugged, sitting up in your bed and crossing your arms. Your hands were vibrating, showing that adrenaline was still coursing through you. Your heart was still pumping blood faster than was necessary but it was gradually slowing.

"Must've been frightening," he smiled, though you couldn't see it.

"Why are you here?" You changed the subject, not wanting to think about scary things anymore.

"The kids finished trick-or-treating and I thought I'd stop by," he plopped on the bed beside you.

"Looking after them, huh? What a good spider," you teased, finding it felt amazing to simply joke around after nearly getting a heart attack out of pure fear. "Did you get any candy?"

"Well, a kid dressed up as me asked if I was the real Spidey, which I said I was, and so he gave me a big Snickers for saving his puppy."

"You have the Snickers on you?"

"You can't have it."

"Not even a bite?" He thought for a minute, then sighed and took out the Snickers. He opened the wrapper and held it out to you, and you took a bite from the top. As you chewed he took the chocolate out of the wrapper completely andーafter removing his maskーchewed on it. "Thanks."

"Happy Halloween (Y/N)," he grinned at you. You returned the smile.

"Happy Halloween Peter."