Spiderhole

Four homeless art students seek shelter in an abandoned London house, turning a desperate squat into a makeshift home. Toby leads the group with Luke, Zoe, and Molly as they debate the legality of their plan and what existence on the margins really means when you’ve got nothing left but each other. The first night is a rough, uneasy victory: they manage to break in, settle in, and even share a risky moment of closeness as Toby and Zoe momentarily lose themselves in a reckless act by a water valve, while a sense of unease hangs over the place. Inside, Molly sketches in her class, and the group notices something disturbing in the clothes that tumble from a wardrobe—blood-stained fabric that seeds a creeping dread. The house feels watched, and the decision to stay the night grows heavier with every creak of the old walls.

When morning comes, their gambit begins to unravel. They wake up to realize they’re trapped—their entry tools are missing, their phones are gone, and the door they came through won’t open. The enormous house seems to swallow them whole as they drift between rooms, desperately seeking a way out. A dank chamber with four empty chairs becomes a recurring, claustrophobic symbol of confinement, and a narrow hole in a boarded window hints at a passage into something far darker. A patrol outside is a brief reminder of the outside world, but the house seals them back in, and a gas seeping under a threshold knocks them unconscious.

Toby disappears in the night. The remaining trio splits up to search, and Zoe discovers a bloody clue in a metal locker when she and Molly move a heavy cabinet. What follows is a brutal descent: Toby is found sitting in one of the four chairs, and a gloved hand covers his mouth as someone in a hazmat suit moves him away. The wall-holes and the hole in the wall become more than just architectural oddities—they’re windows into a chamber where the group’s worst fears take on flesh. As Luke and Molly push deeper, Luke admits to having glimpsed something mutilated behind the wall, confirming the growing sense that the house harbors a horrific secret.

The captor—the man in the hazmat suit—reveals his horrifying ritual when Zoe is dragged right before Molly and Luke. In a room that becomes increasingly fevered with fear and gore, the hazmat man cuts Toby’s eye and stores it in a jar, murmuring that he is “father fear” as he tends to Zoe’s wounded leg. The discovery of a fuse box in another hidden room triggers flickering lights that momentarily disrupt his control, but it only tightens the trap as the captor abandons Zoe to confront Molly and Luke.

Toby’s fate becomes clear as the trio realizes the man in the suit tricked them and doubled back—Toby dies in the struggle as the old man engrossed in his morbid work pulls the sleeping gas back into the room. Molly and Luke stagger through the maze, the old man keeping pace with them as if the house itself is an instrument of torture. Molly’s clever, stubborn persistence becomes a thread of hope as she seizes the scalpel left on a gurney, cuts free, and fights to escape the clutches of the house’s nightmare.

A tense chase leads Molly through a corridor of broken stairs and fear, where she sabotages the stairs to slow the pursuer. She fights the old man with makeshift weapons, her escape momentum turning into a desperate search for a door out. As she moves through rooms that reveal darker secrets—the newspaper clippings about a father beating his son, the identity cards hinting at the old man’s past as a surgeon—she finally finds a door with multiple locks. A brutal confrontation follows. The old man closes in, but Molly uses the keys she’s collected to slip away, only to be driven into a dim room lit by a fallen TV showing nothing but static.

In a final, chilling twist, a figure from the earlier opening— the missing-girl from the broadcast—appears with animal-like predatory instincts. The girl lunges at Molly, and the film ends on a pulse-pounding note as the last survivor confronts another nightmarish truth in the House of Fear.

I father fear.

The house, the holds, and the bodies all become a single, suffocating character in this brutal, merciless story. It starts with a simple impulse to squat for survival and ends with a vicious revelation about the people who inhabit the shadows of a city that never truly sleeps. The film’s relentless mood is built on claustrophobic space, chilling discoveries, and the idea that fear is, in its most intimate form, something one must confront alone—or be consumed by.

Last Updated: November 22, 2025 at 15:59