Alvin, the toughest guy in the room, was shoved into the hotel corridor, which was thick with an eerie atmosphere, by his many friends.
With all the signals jammed, Stark was little more than dead weight.
He'd torn a wall sconce off the wall and was holding it in his hand, warily following behind Alvin.
When Alvin stepped into the dim corridor, Stark watched in horror as the light ahead suddenly flickered...
He took a panicked step backward. Feeling something pressing against his lower back, he jolted forward in terror, then turned to see Frank holding a harpoon. "Shit, man, you're getting married today. Why'd you bring that thing?"
Frank gave the panicking Stark a cold look and said gravely, "I think it's a smart move. If necessary, I can use it to stab you or myself.
"'Sympathy' is a weapon, too. I think it's the best way to deal with our current situation."
As Stark hesitated, Alvin turned around up ahead and waved them over. "Hey, what are you doing? Get over here. You're not leaving me to go up there alone.
"I've got a heavy hand. If I accidentally rough up your girlfriends, don't blame me."
Alvin looked irritably at the dim lights on either side of the corridor. "Fuck, am I getting married or starring in a horror movie? This place is too quiet to be a hotel.
"I swear, whatever comes out, I'm smashing its head in."
The moment Alvin finished speaking, all the fluorescent lights in the ceiling suddenly came on, and the doors to every room on both sides of the corridor flew open...
Hundreds of skeletons dressed in wedding gowns shuffled out of the rooms. At the end of the corridor, Thor threw back his head and roared with glee...
"Alvin, I've been