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  • Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

    Here's the list of entries, 12 in all, thanks to all who entered, sorry a few folks couldn't make it but sometimes that happens.

    Tomato Soup
    An Incident At The Lighthouse
    Little Visitor
    Unravel
    Beaver Creek
    Halloween Morning
    The Puppy
    Shadow Beast
    The Bigger the Sin
    Monster
    Hell Dame
    Found Footage

    Please read the entries and pick which 3 work for you best. Assign points for character, dialogue, plot, originality if you like, whatever works for you. Email or PM me the titles, I'd appreciate receiving them in the format:

    1st - title1
    2nd - title2
    3rd - title3

    If you don't like the Code windows (which preserves formatting) select Thread Tools and Show Printable Version

    Shout if you detect any errors in your entry, I'll correct ASAP. The conversion process isn't flawless and neither am I!

    Please don't vote for your own entry, if this were allowed then everyone would do it, so it's pretty pointless.

    Voting deadline: midnight on Saturday 31st, Halloween!

    After the vote results are announced, reader feedback is invited for discussion and improvement.

    For posterity the original discussion thread is here and the results thread is here.
    Last edited by dpaterso; 11-01-2015, 09:48 AM. Reason: posterity

  • #2
    Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

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    [b]Tomato soup[/b]
    
    FADE IN:
    
    INT. MARK'S MOTHER'S STUDIO APARTMENT - DAY
    
    Mark (mid 20's) is sitting on a chair. His mother (50's)
    stands by the pot on the stove. She dresses in black.
    
                         MARK
               It hurts so bad.
    
    He grabs his head.
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER
               That's the price you pay.
    
    Mark grunts.
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER (CON'T)
               Don't worry, this tomato soup will
               make you feel better... What's
               going on with Lisa?
    
                         MARK
               I don't want to talk about it.
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER
               You guys patch things up yet?
    
                         MARK
               Mom, come on.
    
    Mark bends over, he starts to breathe heavy.
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER
               She's a nice girl Mark.
    
                          MARK
                    (In agony)
               Ma, please! I don't want to talk
               right now.
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER
               You know, you have not seen me in
               over a year. You should be nicer.
    
                         MARK
               It hurts...
    
                         MARK'S MOTHER
               Soup is almost done.
    
    
    EXT. MARK'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - SAME
    
    A car pulls up to the driveway. In it, LISA (20's) and John
    (30's). She gets out of the car, John stays inside.
    
    
    INT. MARK'S MOTHER'S HOUSE - SAME
    
    The door bell RINGS.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER
                Now who could that be?
    
    She walks to the door and opens it.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER (CON'T)
                Oh, hi Lisa. Such a long time.
    
    They hug.
    
                          LISA
                I know right!
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER
                     (whispering)
                Mark doesn't know.
    
    Mark lifts his head and see's Lisa, then lowers it in pain.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER (CON'T)
                We were just talking about you.
    
                          LISA
                Oh, good things I hope.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER
                     (whispering)
                He's still upset.
    
                          LISA
                     (whispering back)
                I know.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER
                Come in. I was just making some
                tomato soup for your boyfriend.
    
                           MARK
                Ex!   Ex Ma'.
    
                          MARK'S MOTHER
                     (whispering)
                He's still upse--
    
                        LISA
                   (whispering back)
              --I know...
    
    Lisa enters and sits on a chair.  The Mother stirs the pot.
    
                        LISA (CON'T)
                   (To Mark)
              What's wrong with you?
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER
              He drank too much last night.
    
                        MARK
                   (Towards Lisa)
              It's your fault. What are you
              doing here?
    
                        LISA
              Mark, it's not my fault. I need
              you to return the spare set of keys
              to my apartment.
    
                        MARK
              Ha, she wants her keys.
    
                        LISA
              And I'm here with John.
    
    Mark gets up abruptly.  Lisa grabs his arm.
    
                        MARK
              Where the hell is that coward?
    
    Lisa gets up.
    
                        LISA
              No, no. We are going to sit here
              and all talk like adults.
    
                        MARK
                   (Towards his Mother)
              Did you set this sh!t up?
                   (to Lisa)
              Lisa? What's wrong with you two?
    
                          LISA
              Sit down. Please.
    
    Mark hesitates, then proceeds to sit down.
    
                        MARK
              This is bullshit.
    
                        LISA
              You can't go on like this.
    
                          MARK
              Me? You cheating bitch. Now I'm
              supposed to sit and hang out with
              your new boyfriend like everything
              is cool? You psycho!
    
                        LISA
              I never cheated, we were broken--
    
                        MARK
              We were on a break! A BREAK!
    
    Mark's Mother starts serving the soup in three bowls.
    
                        LISA
              I'm going to get John. Please
              behave. He's not a bad guy.
    
    Mark shakes his head.   Lisa leaves scene.
    
                        MARK
              Why are you doing this to me?
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER
              So you can move on.
    
    Mark holds his head again in pain. His mother walks over
    and lifts up his chin to look at him. His eyes are red.
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER
              That's some headache.
    
    Lisa and John enter, Mark gets up. Lisa stays between them.
    
                        JOHN
                   (hesitant)
              Um hello-- Ah, hi Mark.
    
                        MARK
              Don't talk to me you sh!t.
    
                        JOHN
              See I knew this wouldn't work.
    
                          LISA
              Please. just hear him out Mark.
    
    Mark backs off, he sits down. John and Lisa also sit down.
    
                              MARK'S MOTHER
                 That's it. Like adults.
    
                           JOHN
                 We don't know each other. When I
                 met Lisa you guys were not toge--
    
    Mark gets up again, angry.
    
                           MARK
                 On a break! Does anyone here
                 understand that term? On a
                 freaking break! Not forever!
    
                           MARK'S MOTHER
                      (whispering towards Lisa)
                 He's still upset.
    
    Lisa nods.
    
                           MARK
                 Mom I'm not-- Fine. Talk.
    
                           JOHN
                 You guys were not together. Frankly
                 I did not know about you until you
                 started calling my house with all
                 those threats.
    
                           MARK'S MOTHER
                 That's not nice. Soup is ready.
    
    Mark's mother gives each one of them a bowl of soup.
    
                           MARK
                 She was my girlfriend man.
    
                           JOHN
                 And now she is mine. Mark, you
                 need to let it go.
    
    Mark just shakes his head.
    
                           LISA
                 Mark, you can't move on with all
                 that anger in you. You're stuck.
    
                           MARK
                 So, you saying you don't feel
                 anything for me anymore? Nothing?
    
                        LISA
                 I, I cherish the times we had. I
                 learned so much but-- I love John
                 now. And I just want you to let
                 the past go. Can you do that?
    
    Mark picks up the spoon from the bowl and starts eating.
    
                        MARK
              This soup tastes funny.
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER
              Tastes like tomato soup hun'. And,
              that's my cue to go.
    
                           MARK
              Go where?
    
    Mark's Mother heads out.
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER (O.S.)
              See you soon. You kids enjoy.
    
                        JOHN
              Come on man.
    
    John gets up and extends his hand to Mark.
    
                        JOHN (CON'T)
              Lets forgive each other.
    
    Mark puts down his spoon, he exhales. They shake hands.
    
                           LISA
              Great! Now we can all move on.
    
    They start eating.
    
                        MARK
              This soup tastes super
              weird... You guys don't think so?
    
    Mark's soup spills from his mouth.
    
                        MARK (CON'T)
              Jeez, Kinda tastes like--
    
    John and Lisa put their soup down, they begins to take their
    clothes off.
    
                        MARK (CON'T)
              The f*** you doing?
    
    They strip down to their underwear and grab the soup again.
    
                        LISA
              It's okay Mark.
    
                         MARK
              What? You think this is funny?
    
    Lisa spills the red tomato soup on her chest and sits down
    in the corner against the wall.
    
                        MARK (CON'T)
              What's wrong with you two?
    
    John falls to the ground face first with the bowl of
    soup. The soup flows from under him.
    
                         MARK (CON'T)
              O-kay... Ma!
    
    Mark cleans the soup from his mouth with his hand, and looks
    at his hand, it's full of blood. When he looks up again the
    setting has changed.
    
    
    INT. LISA'S APARTMENT/BEDROOM - NIGHT
    
    MARK'S POV. The white sheets in the bed are covered in
    blood. Lisa lays dead in the bedroom corner, blood on her
    chest. John lays face down in a pool of his own
    blood. Mark's hand, that once held the soup, now holds a
    smoking gun. We see Mark's face, blood spills from his
    mouth.
    
                                                   FLASHBACK TO:
    
    EXT. DARK ALLEY - NIGHT
    
    A man in a dark hoodie hands mark a paper bag. Mark hands
    him money. Mark looks in the bag, it's a gun.
    
    
    EXT. LISA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
    
    Mark hides behind a car, and observes as Lisa and John walk
    into their apartment. They are holding hands and
    smiling. He follows. Mark gets to the door, and takes out
    the spare keys to Lisa's apartment from his pocket. He
    opens door.
    
    
    INT. LISA'S APARTMENT/LIVING ROOM - (SAME)
    
    Mark walks slowly, gun in his hand. He hears giggling
    coming from Lisa's bedroom. He heads towards it.
    
    
    INT. LISA'S APARTMENT/BEDROOM - (SAME)
    
    Mark walks in. John turns around startled.
    
                        JOHN
              What the f***?
    
    He hops out of bed and puts his hands up defensively.
    
                        LISA
                   (screaming)
              Mark what the f*** are you doing?
    
    Mark shoots John in his chest BLAM! John falls to the floor
    face down. Lisa screams, gets out of the bed and squirms in
    a corner. She is crying.
    
                        LISA (CON'T)
              Mark don't! Please don't!
    
                        MARK
              You cheating bitch.
    
    He shoots her twice BLAM! BLAM!. He takes the gun and puts
    it in his own mouth. Takes one deep breath. BLAM!
    
    BACK TO PRESENT.
    
    
    INT. LISA'S APARTMENT/BEDROOM - NIGHT
    
    The blood flows from Marks mouth. He falls.
    
    
    EXT. WHITE SPACE
    
    Just white, nothing else. Mark's Mother walks into frame.
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER
              Forgiveness has its perks. Can't
              get here with hate in your heart.
    
    We see Mark. Clean, no blood, no pain. He looks around.
    
                        MARK'S MOTHER (CON'T)
              Come. We have lots to talk about.
    
    Mark smiles.
    
                                                         FADE OUT.
    
                          THE END

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    • #3
      Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

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      [b]An Incident At The Lighthouse[/b]
      
      FADE IN:
      
      INT. "LIGHTHOUSE" BAR - DAY
      
      TWO NUNS walk in. MOTHER MARY (60s) and SISTER AGNES (40s).
      Black habits, white wimples, crosses hanging from the neck.
      
      A typical-fake Irish bar, wood and polished brass. On the
      wall above the counter a scaled-down Lighthouse model,
      complete with light.
      
      Below, TWO CHEERLEADERS. Behind the counter, KATE (20s), in
      front, back to the door, PENNY (20s).
      
      Sister Agnes nudges Mother Mary, they move forward.
      
                              KATE
                  I like your costumes, look very real,
                  but we're still closed.
      
      Penny looks back, startled at the approaching nuns.
      
                              PENNY
                  Kate... they are real.
      
                              KATE
                  Real nuns? Not Halloween costumes?
                  Like, ordinary nuns? In my bar?
      
                              PENNY
                  No, they're not ordinary nuns...
      
      Under Kate's puzzled gaze, the nuns throw benevolent nods
      and smiles her way, plant themselves in front of Penny.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  Here we are. We bring you the
                  calling.
      
                              PENNY
                  Oh, no, not again.
      
                              SISTER AGNES
                  You left before taking the vows, but
                  Penny, you can't refuse the calling.
      
                              PENNY
                  Yes, I can. I did.
      
                              SISTER AGNES
                  I've been in your shoes. But the
                  calling was stronger. When you
                  realize what you can do--
      
                              PENNY
                        (shakes head
                         vehemently.)
                  No, no, I don't want to do it.
      
      The two nuns glance at each other, Kate cuts in.
      
                              KATE
                  Look, sisters, no disrespect
                  intended, but not every girl is fit
                  for the habit. You'd better choose
                  someone else, leave Penny alone.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  It's not us who choose.
      
                              KATE
                  Well, Penny has a choice and she
                  chooses not to join your club. So
                  you'd better be going since you're
                  not going to drink anyway.
      
      Sister Agnes sighs loudly.
      
                              SISTER AGNES
                  Penny, think of what we do.
      
                              PENNY
                  That's the problem.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  When you think of what happens when
                  you don't do what you can...
      
                              PENNY
                  No, it's too heavy a burden.
      
      The two nuns nod and sigh, their shoulders slump, as if they
      do indeed carry a great weight.
      
                              SISTER AGNES
                  You'll have to see for yourself. Like
                  I did. Many years ago.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  It's Halloween. The gates are open.
      
      CRASH! SPLINTERS FLY as a 1968 DODGE CHARGER BURSTS IN,
      WRECKING the DOOR.
                                                                  
      Smoke billows up. The car's door opens and out jumps some
      GUY (20s). Devil-may-care attitude, .
      
                              GUY
                  Ho-ho-ho. I loooove Halloween.
      
      Penny's attitude changes--ready for action. Mother Mary and
      Sister Agnes tense, slide away for each other.
      
                              KATE
                  Are you crazy? Crashing into my Bar
                  like that, you stupid f***head? Oh,
                  sorry, sisters.
      
      They don't even take notice. Eyes full of suspicion riveted
      on the Guy.
      
                              KATE (cont'd)
                  And if you love Halloween so much,
                  why aren't you in costume?
      
                              GUY
                  Oh, but I am. A whole body as my
                  costume.
      
                              KATE
                  Are you already drunk, or
                  what in hell possessed you?
      
                              GUY
                  What in hell possessed me? How
                  accurate.
      
      The two nuns twitch--lightning fast the Guy whips out a COLT
      REVOLVER. They freeze. Kate's eyes
      
      He moves his gun in a semicircle, covering them all: Kate
      behind the Bar, Penny to one side, Mother Mary and Sister
      Agnes to the other. They attempt to sidle in a wider arc.
      
                              GUY (cont'd)
                  Huh-huh-huh. Keep all tight where I
                  can keep my eye on you...
      
      He peers at the nuns, a slow smile spreads on his lips,
      doesn't reach the eyes.
      
                              GUY (cont'd)
                  Well, well, well. I seem to recognize
                  some special nuns... Hands where I
                  can see them. And don't even try to
                  reach for the crosses.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  We recognize you too. A minor demon.
                  Out for mischief.
      
      The Guy's eyes BLAZE RED, annoyed.
      
                              GUY
                  Not minor. Today, I'm moving up.
                  Getting an upgrade. This Halloween, I
                  become--
      
                              SISTER AGNES
                  Nothing. Not even in Hell.
      
                              GUY
                  Oh, yeah? You'll see.
      
                              KATE
                  Excuse me, what the hell's going on
                  here?
      
                              PENNY
                  He's a demon. Out on Halloween,
                  feeding to grow stronger.
      
                              KATE
                  What? You're kidding me, right?
      
      Penny and the nuns remain serious and somber.
      
                              KATE (cont'd)
                  Can't be. If he's a demon, why is he
                  holding a gun? Surely--
      
                              GUY
                  I like guns, okay? All of us like
                  guns. Beats the old pitchfork.
      
                              KATE
                  What the hell--
      
      Guy's eyes BLAZE RED, an evil rictus on his face. Kate
      clamps a hand over her mouth.
      
                              KATE (cont'd)
                        (muffled)
                  I've got to stop to say that.
      
      Guy gives her a disdainful look, runs his gaze over Penny,
      turns his attention to the nuns
      
                              GUY
                  I'll have you watch, impotent, while
                  I take the souls of these two bimbos.
                                                                 
      Penny steps in front of Kate, shielding her.
      
                                PENNY
                  Let her be.
      
                              GUY
                  Oh, you're volunteering to be first?
      
                                PENNY
                  Yeah.
      
                              GUY
                  I hate it when people cut the line.
                  That's not being evil, it's just
                  being uncivil. No, you get back to
                  your place.
      
      He gestures with the revolver... and the two nuns take the
      chance to SPRING into action.
      
      Mother Mary reaches for her cross, PULLS it off, THROWS it
      like a Ninja star.
      
      It SWIRLS though the air, Guy senses it, PIVOTS, tries to
      duck, but it HITS his hand holding the revolver, BURNS it,
      the hand opens, the revolver falls down.
      
      Guy eyes ABLAZE, a DEMON'S FACE superimposing on the human,
      bared TEETH like a shark's.
      
                              GUY (cont'd)
                  You damn penguin bitch.
      
      He JUMPS, hands like CLAWS, at Mother Mary, tears the fabric
      of her habit at the shoulder, but BAM, Sister Agnes TACKLES
      him to the floor.
      
      Penny grabs the revolver. Kate stands with mouth agape, her
      eyes get really big, as she watches in disbelief.
      
      Guy TUSSLES with Sister Agnes on the floor, Mother Mary
      DIVES like a rugby player at a scrummage, at Guy's back,
      lands on top of him.
      
      Penny tries to aim the revolver, but can't get a bead. Kate
      remains transfixed.
      
      Guy has had enough. A RED FLASH and Mother Mary is BOUNCED
      away, Sister Agnes stunned. He gets up, turns his eyes
      towards Penny...
      
      And the barrel of his revolver, in Penny's hands. She PULLS
      the trigger. CLICK. CLICK. Empty.
      
                              GUY (cont'd)
                  Guns don't kill people. It's the
                  bullets.
      
      A devilish grin and he steps towards her. Mother Mary and
      sister Agnes are out of commission.
      
                              GUY (cont'd)
                  Maybe you get to be the first after
                  all.
      
      Penny does a TUCK JUMP backwards, lands on top of the
      counter, the lighthouse model up behind her, Kate crouching
      below.
      
      Guy LOUNGES, she does a CARTHWEEL, KICKS the Lighthouse off
      its perch and down--on top of Guy, it KNOCKS him to the
      floor, where Sister Agnes is stirring.
      
      The lighthouse might have crushed a normal man, but not a
      possessed one--Guy HEAVES it aside, gets to his feet--but
      the delay was enough...
      
      Sister Agnes THROWS her CROSS, it SWIRLS through the air
      STRIKES Guy in the back of the head, sticks there.
      
      Guy freezes,
      head starts to shake,
      smoke erupts from his head,
      his whole body spasms,
      the smoke gets darker and darker,
      rises and rises,
      Guy convulses,
      glows red,
      the smoke vanishes as if sucked into nothingness,
      the body dulls,
      crumples to the floor,
      remains still.
      
      Kate peers from behind the counter, Penny at her side, one
      arm draped over her shoulder, the other on the counter.
      
      Mother Mary raises her head, one hand clasped on her injured
      shoulder.
      
      Sister Agnes climbs to her feet, helps Mother Mary up. Penny
      and Kate join them.
      
                              MOTHER MARY
                  I'm too old for this.
      
      A meaningful look at Penny, who remains silent.
      
                                KATE
                    Good work, you guys, thanks for
                    saving me, without you...
      
                                SISTER AGNES
                    Teamwork. Only teamwork could do it,
                    one alone couldn't.
      
      A meaningful look at Penny, who relents.
      
                                PENNY
                    I guess I'll have to take the cross.
      
      Mother Mary and Sister Agnes exchange a glance of relief and
      satisfaction while Kate and Penny go stand on each side of
      Guy's body.
      
                                KATE
                    What now?
      
                                PENNY
                    We bury the body, pray for the soul.
      
                                                 DISSOLVE TO:
      
      INT. MORGUE
      
      Guy's body on the steel slab, insides out. TWO EXAMINERS on
      each side.
      
                                EXAMINER
                    This is so weird. Seems scorched
                    inside. A hollow guy. Like the one
                    who's running for President.
      
                                                 DISSOLVE TO:
      
      EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
      
      COFFIN, being lowered to the grave on ropes.
      
      A group of MOURNERS and a PRIEST.
      
                                PRIEST
                    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
      
      He drones on, the mourners keep their heads low.
      
      ONE WOMAN: All dressed in black, but no longer in habit--
      former Mother Mary. Next to her, TWO NUNS - now MOTHER AGNES
      and SISTER PENELOPE. A faint rainbow halo of light around
      them.
      
                                                      FADE OUT

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      • #4
        Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

        Code:
        [b]Little Visitor[/b]
        
        FADE IN:
        
        INT. HALL - DAY
        
        The door looms before us.  All is quiet.
        
        The DOORBELL rings.
        
        The sound of footsteps.  Then, ALLY walks to the door.
        
        Dressed in pajamas, tissue in hand, she peers through the
        peephole.
        
                             ALLY
                   Thank God it's not trick or
                   treaters.
        
        Ally unlocks the door.  She slowly opens the door.  Ally looks at the
        
        
        APARTMENT HALL.
        
        No one there.  A box sits in the floor.  Ally looks around.
        
                              ALLY
                   Hello?
        
        She looks down at the box.  It's crumpled with a few holes.
        
        Ally picks it up.  Turns around and shuts the door.
        
        She walks into the
        
        
        LIVING ROOM.
        
        Ally sits the box on a couch next to a large bowl of
        Halloween candy. She inspects the box.
        
        Her phone rings.
        
        Ally answers the cell phone.
        
                              ALLY
                   Hello?
        
        She turns the box over.
        
                             ALLY (CONT.)
                   No, I won't be there. I think I
                   have a cold.
        
        She pulls the tape on the box.
        
                              ALLY (CONT.)
                    I know it's going to be a great
                    party.
        
        She slowly opens it.
        
                              ALLY (CONT.)
                    I have a package but the label is
                    gone.
        
        She looks
        
        
        INSIDE THE BOX
        
        An old doll looks back at her.
        
                              ALLY (O.S.)
                    Did you send me this?
        
        The doll looks back at
        
        ALLY
        
        She is clearly distraught and disturbed by the doll.
        
        INT. LIVING ROOM
        
                              ALLY
                    I've go to go.   Yes, I'll take some
                    medicine.
        
        Ally hangs up.  She looks down at the doll again.
        
                              ALLY
                    You are so creepy.
        
        She tosses the phone on the couch.  She turns and walks out
        of the room.
        
        The box moves a little.
        
        
        INT. BATHROOM - DAY
        
        The watch on her wrist reads four.
        
        Ally opens a cabinet door. She reaches in. She pulls out a
        bottle of pills. Ally opens the lid, pours a couple into
        her hand and pops them in her mouth.
        
        She fills her cup with water.
        
        Drinks and swallows.
        
        She shuts the cabinet door.
        
        The doll peeks around the doorway.
        Ally turns, as it moves back.  Ally stops abruptly. She
        stares at the doorway.
        
        She slowly walks to the doorway.
        
        She slowly looks into the
        
        
        HALL.
        
        Nothing.
        
        She regains her composer. Ally leaves the bathroom.  She
        enters the
        
        
        LIVING ROOM.
        
        The box sits on the couch.
        
        Ally stares at it.  The box doesn't move.
        
        She snaps out of it. Goes over to the stereo.  She turns on
        the music. Ally sits in a recliner.
        
        Her eyes get heavy.  Ally drifts off.
        
        Her sleep is interrupted by an old lady's laughter.
        
        Ally tries to open her eyes.  Sleepy from the medicine, she
        barely opens one. The clock on the stereo reads five.
        
        She falls back to sleep.  Ally mumbles and jerks a little in
        her sleep.
        
        The sound of [b]pitter patter[/b] little feet.
        
        She struggles to wake up.  Blurry vision.
        
        [b]The doll is looking back.[/b]
        
        Ally wakes.  She screams. She looks around, terrified.
        
        Nothing.  Just the box on the couch.
        
        She slowly gets up.  She moves toward the box.  Ally
        hesitantly peers in.
        
        It's empty!
        
        Mortified, Ally looks around.  She picks up the phone.  She
        darts out of the room into the
        
        
        HALL.
        
        She stops.
        
        The doll stands facing the door.  It's little head turns
        around. It stares at Ally.
        
        Ally throws her phone.  It hits the doll, knocking it over.
        
        Ally runs into the
        
        
        KITCHEN.
        
        She pulls the drawers open spilling utensils everywhere.
        
        She grabs a knife.  She is terrified.
        
        The doll appears in the doorway.
        
        Ally throws things.
        
                               ALLY
                     Leave me alone!
        
        She crawls to the corner. She turns around. The doll is
        gone.  She frantically looks around the room.
        
        The DOORBELL rings.
        
        Ally slowly gets up.
        
        Knife in hand, terrified, she forces herself to the doorway.
        
        DOORBELL again.
        
                                ALLY
                     I'm coming! Don't leave I need
                     your help!
        
        Ally looks into the
        
        
        HALL.
        
        Nothing.
        
        She bolts for the door.
        
        She opens it.
        
        A young WOMAN, in a sexy devil costume, stands looking back.
        
                             WOMAN
                   Sorry to bother you, I moved in
                   down the hall and the movers
                   misplaced a box ---
        
        Ally tries to speak but is too terrified.
        
                               ALLY
                   Do..doll.
        
        The Woman's face lights up.
        
                            WOMAN
                   Yes! My grandmother's doll.  You
                   have it?
        
        Ally points toward the living room. Her finger shaking
        uncontrollably.
        
        The Woman rushes down the hall and disappears into the
        living room.
        
        The Woman's scream fills the apartment.
        
        Ally cries.  She drops to the floor.
        
        The Woman suddenly reemerges carrying the box.
        
                             WOMAN
                   This is it.  Thank you so much.
        
        The Woman walks past a petrified Ally into the
        
        
        APARTMENT HALL.
        
        The Woman turns around.  She looks down at the doll.
        
                             WOMAN
                   Say thank you to the nice lady---
        
        Ally slams the door shut.
        
        END

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        • #5
          Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

          Code:
          [b]Unravel[/b]
          
          FADE IN:
          
          INT. COURTROOM
          
          In recess. A dim, hazy room filled with murmuring and quiet
          banter. A pan of the AUDIENCE reveals a disreputable lot:
          vampires, zombies, monsters and the like. Add one MUMMY and
          a mysterious MAN WEARING MASK.
          
          Voluptuous COURT REPORTER with a beehive hairdo and tight
          black dress touches up her lipstick as BAILIFF with a pitbull
          face keeps watch. PROSECUTOR sits at a front table, fidgets.
          
          WITNESS waits on the stand for court to resume.  Missing half
          his face.
          
          The JUDGE waddles in. A large person with a red complexion,
          white hair and smoke wisping from his ears.
          
                               BAILIFF
                     Remain seated. Court is back in
                     session.
          
                               JUDGE
                         (to the witness)
                     You're still under oath.
          
          The Judge winks at Court Reporter.
          
                               JUDGE (CONT'D)
                     Like it makes a difference.
                     Prosecutor?
          
          Prosecutor stands, adjusts his tie.
          
                               PROSECUTOR
                     Thank you, judge.
          
          Prosecutor strides to the witness box, leans over.
          
                               PROSECUTOR (CONT'D)
                     We were talking about you peeling
                     out of the cemetery in your 1968
                     Charger, just as the clock struck
                     midnight. Hmm?
          
                               WITNESS
                     Maybe.
          
                               PROSECUTOR
                     Causing enough racket to wake the
                     dead.
          
                              ZOMBIE IN AUDIENCE
                    We need our sleep, too!
          
          Judge SMACKS his gavel.
          
                              JUDGE
                    Order in the court.
          
          Judge waves his hand.
          
                              JUDGE (CONT'D)
                    Odor in the court. Goodness.
          
                              PROSECUTOR
                    You vandalized Mr. Karloff's grave!
          
                              WITNESS
                    Wait a minute. See, I was a little
                    upset. My girl said I was dead to
                    her.
          
                              VAMPIRE IN AUDIENCE
                    You're dead to everybody.
          
                              JUDGE
                    Quiet!
          
                              WITNESS
                    She's my one and only.  I dig her
                    parts.
          
                              PROSECUTOR
                    You wanted to dig up her parts.
          
                              WITNESS
                    No, no. We had a fight. I went to
                    the cemetery to get my head
                    straight. But it wasn't me. I
                    would never throw paint on Mr.
                    Karloff's grave.
          
          Witness pulls out his wallet, removes a card.
          
                              WITNESS (CONT'D)
                    See? I'm a card-carrying member of
                    his fan club.
          
          Witness hands the card to Judge.
          
                              JUDGE
                    He's got the card. Prosecutor, it
                    looks like your case is starting to
                    unravel.
          
                              PROSECUTOR
                    Unravel. Judge, I got to agree
                    with you.
          
          Prosecutor studies the Audience.
          
                              PROSECUTOR (CONT'D)
                    There's only one who fits the bill.
                    Only one who could...unravel.
          
          Prosecutor points.
          
                              PROSECUTOR (CONT'D)
                    The Mummy!
          
          The Audience GASPS.  Mummy stands, puts hands to his mouth.
          
                              JUDGE
                    Bailiff, bring him down.
          
          Bailiff wades into the crowd, drags the Mummy forward.
          
                              JUDGE (CONT'D)
                    What have you got to say for
                    yourself, Mummy?
          
          The Mummy looks over the Audience, then back to Judge.
          
                              MUMMY
                    You see here, Mr. Judge, I had
                    adequate provocation.
          
                              JUDGE
                    Huh?
          
                              MUMMY
                    All these years, good vampire
                    movies, that Buffy thing. Then
                    came the zombie crap.
          
                              ZOMBIE IN AUDIENCE
                    Hey!
          
                              MUMMY
                    Calm down. But never a decent
                    mummy flick. Thought maybe Mr.
                    Sommers and Brendan could pull it
                    off. What a let down. Every mummy
                    movie has sucked, big time.
          
                              PROSECUTOR
                    He's got a point, judge.
          
                              MUMMY
                    Who cares about a guy wrapped in t-
                    paper wandering around like he's
                    sleepwalking? Usually with a bum
                    foot.
          
          Judge puts his hand on his chin, thinks.
          
                              JUDGE
                    I wonder if you're who you say you
                    are. Could be anybody under there.
          
          The Audience GRUNTS its approval.
          
                              VAMPIRE IN AUDIENCE
                    Let's see his real face!
          
                              BANSHEE
                    What's he hiding?
          
          Judge nods at the Audience.
          
                              JUDGE
                    I think it's time we found out.
                    Bailiff, unwrap his face.
          
                              MUMMY
                    No!
          
                              BAILIFF
                    Be still or you'll make it worse.
          
          Turn by turn the Mummy is unwrapped. As the cloth is undone,
          we see...nothing. No face, no chest. But wait! Down
          farther strands of white hair appear and then a greenish
          dome...
                              JUDGE
                    Yodel!
          
          Yodel pulls the wrappings off his ears, pushes off the rest.
          Smirks.
          
                              YODEL
                    Yodel I am.
          
                              MAN WEARING MASK
                    Drop the vernacular, bat-face.
          
                              JUDGE
                    Yodel, how could you do such a
                    thing?
          
                              YODEL
                    Expanding my boundaries, judge.
                    New project coming up.
          
          Yodel primps his ears.
          
                              YODEL (CONT'D)
                    Besides, it was wash-away paint.
          
                              PROSECUTOR
                    In that case--
          
                              JUDGE
                    --Tell us about your project.
          
                                 AUDIENCE
                    Tell us.
          
                              YODEL
                    I could, judge, but maybe we should
                    hear from the man himself. Come on
                    down, mysterious Man Wearing Mask!
          
          Man Wearing Mask takes a spot beside Yodel.
          
                              YODEL (CONT'D)
                    Listen up, folks. The man who gave
                    me my big break, MR. LUCAS himself!
          
          Mr. Lucas pulls off his mask.  Audience goes wild.  Mr. Lucas
          holds up his hands.
          
                                 JUDGE
                    Mr. Lucas.  Jaws is my favorite
                    movie.
                              MR. LUCAS
                    You being a smartass?
          
          Yodel tugs on the shirtsleeve of Mr. Lucas.
          
                              YODEL
                    Tell them about it.
          
                                 AUDIENCE
                    Tell us.
          
            Mr. Lucas taps his foot, raps.
          
                              MR. LUCAS
                    Listen friends, you don't wanna
                    miss, my new project, let me tell
                    you `bout this; giving you the
                    truth, this ain't no jive, so
                    exciting it'll make you feel
                    alive...almost.
          
          Mr. Lucas grins.
          
                              MR. LUCAS (CONT'D)
                    It's called Conga...
          
          Mr. Lucas points to Yodel.
          
                              YODEL
                    In the Congo.
          
                                 MR. LUCAS
                    Conga...
          
          Mr. Lucas points to Yodel.
          
                              YODEL
                    In the Congo.
          
                              AUDIENCE
                    Conga...in the Congo.
          
          Yodel holds up a smartphone, dance music plays.  Mr. Lucas
          pats his hips,
          
                              MR. LUCAS
                    Come on, Judge!
                        (to Court Reporter)
                    You, too, sweetie.
          
                              AUDIENCE
                    Conga...in the Congo.
          
          Judge lumbers off bench, starts conga line with Mr. Lucas and
          Court Reporter. They move through the Audience. Yodel waves
          Witness off the stand.
          
                                 YODEL
                    Everybody!
          
          Vampires, zombies, others fall into line. Yodel holds back,
          takes last place behind Banshee, grabs her butt. She
          SQUEALS, turns.
          
                              BANSHEE
                    Ooh, Mr. Yodel.
          
          Yodel winks at empty courtroom, out door he goes.
          
                                                               FADE OUT

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          • #6
            Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

            Code:
            [b]Beaver Creek[/b]
            
            EXT. BEAVER CREEK - NIGHT
            
            The moon reflects against the creek, giving just enough
            daylight for DAVEY (20's) and MIKE (20's) to see the narrow
            waterway that they float down.
            
            SPLASH, SPLASH, SPLASH. Their sticks paddle their makeshift
            craft forward. Who would have guessed that a bunch of long
            logs tied together would float so well.
            
            Davey leans back on the raft. He fumbles around in his
            pocket. Finally, he pulls out a plastic zip-lock bag with
            some mushrooms in it.
            
            He pops a couple of the mushrooms in his mouth. He holds the
            baggie out to Mike, offering him some.
            
            Mike shakes his head.
            
                                DAVEY
                      You're such a *****...
            
                                MIKE
                      Take a look around you, college
                      boy. You know where we are?
            
                                DAVEY
                      Nope.
            
                                MIKE
                      You got a compass to find our way
                      back?
            
                                 DAVEY
                      Nope.
                          (beat)
                      Wait, you actually brought a
                      compass? F***ing nerd.
            
            Mike takes a long swig out of a thermos and then puts it
            down.
            
                                MIKE
                      No, I did not bring a compass. Do
                      you want to know why I did not
                      bring a compass? Because you told
                      me that "this isn't the 1920's
                      anymore. We have cell phones." And
                      do you want to know how many bars
                      my cell phone has?
            
                                DAVEY
                      A lot.
            
                                MIKE
                      Zero. My phone has zero bars. Do
                      you want to know how many bars my
                      compass would have right now?
            
                                DAVEY
                      Zero.
            
                                MIKE
                      Correct. But even with zero bars, a
                      compass would still work. And do
                      you want to --
            
            He turns to look at Davey.
            
                                MIKE (CONT'D)
                      Are you serious, right now?
            
            Davey is lying naked on the raft.
            
                                DAVEY
                      What?
            
                                MIKE
                      Dude, you're naked...
            
            Davey looks at his crotch.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Pretty impressive, huh?
            
            Mike grabs Davey's shirt and throws it on his chest.
            
                                MIKE
                      Put your clothes back on.
            
            Mike fumbles around, Davey doesn't move.
            
                                MIKE (CONT'D)
                      Your pants?
            
                                DAVEY
                      Yeah?
            
                                MIKE
                      Where are they?
            
            Davey takes a half-hearted look around.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Must have fallen in the creek.
            
            Mike SIGHS, which is followed by a long silence.
            
                                MIKE
                          (frustrated)
                      Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
            
            Davey stares at him.
            
                                MIKE (CONT'D)
                      Where the f*** are we?!
            
            From the shadows:
            
                                WOMAN
                      You're in Beaver Creek.
            
            A startled Davey falls in the water. Mike SHRIEKS.
            
                                 WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Literally. You are now literally in
                      the creek.
            
                                DAVEY
                      I'd like to get in that beaver if
                      you know what I'm saying.
            
            The woman steps forward.
            
                                   WOMAN
                      I do not.
            
            Mike stares.
            
                                MIKE
                      Can you get us home?
            
                                WOMAN
                      Depends on where home is.
            
                                MIKE
                      126 Main St in Townsville.
            
            Davey clambers on to the raft. The woman stares at his naked
            body. She turns to Mike.
            
                                WOMAN
                      You actually f*** this guy?
            
                                MIKE
                      No. No! No, we're not... I don't
                      know why he's naked.
            
                                DAVEY
                      It's called freedom Mike. FREEDOM!
            
                                WOMAN
                      I want what he's on.
            
            Davey smiles.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Well, you'll have to at least tell
                      me your name first.
            
                                WOMAN
                      Honestly, I can't remember.
            
            Davey smirks.
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Actually, I don't even know how I
                      got here.
            
                                MIKE
                      Oh good, you can't remember your
                      name, or how you got here, but you
                      plan on getting us back home.
            
                                WOMAN
                      I never said I was gonna bring you
                      back home...
            
            She slowly starts floating in the air. Rising slightly higher
            and higher... halfway up a tree...
            
                                MIKE
                      What the hell?
            
                                DAVEY
                      What?
            
            Mike points at the floating woman.
            
                                MIKE
                      She's f***ing floating! Do you not
                      see it!
            
            He points again.
            
                                MIKE (CONT'D)
                      You're f***ing with me right!
            
            Davey LAUGHS.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Dude, you're high.
            
                                MIKE
                      No! No, you're high!
            
                                DAVEY
                      Yes. But you're high too.
            
                                  MIKE
                      No...
            
            Davey smiles. He climbs back on the raft.
            
                                DAVEY
                      I put some drugs in your tea.
            
                                MIKE
                      What!? Why?
            
                                DAVEY
                      Because you're drinking f***ing
                      tea. Duh.
            
            The woman slowly floats back down and lands on the ground.
            She walks forward and hops on the raft.
            
                                WOMAN
                      Does anyone else feel light headed?
            
            Mike curls up into a ball and starts shaking back and forth.
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      We're almost there, sweetie.
            
            The trio continue down the creek. They slowly approach the
            end of the creek.
            
                                DAVEY
                      It's odd you would want a compass,
                      Mike. I mean, it's a straight line
                      with a dead end. You either go this
                      way or you go that way.
            
                                MIKE
                      I didn't know... I've never --
            
                                WOMAN
                      This is where you brought me, the
                      first time we met.
            
            Mike shakes back and forth even faster.
            
                                  WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Remember?
            
                                  MIKE
                      No --
            
                                DAVEY
                      Hey Mike? Why didn't you f*** me
                      tonight?
            
                                   MIKE
                      What?
            
                                DAVEY
                      I said, why didn't you f*** me
                      tonight?
            
            Mike quietly sobs to himself.
            
                                DAVEY (CONT'D)
                      I mean, come on, man.
            
            He shakes his head, visibly upset.
            
                                 DAVEY (CONT'D)
                      You f***ed her after you killed
                      her, but not me.
                          (beat)
                      I thought we were friends.
            
                                MIKE
                      I didn't kill you...
            
                                DAVEY
                      THEN WHY AM I DEAD!?
            
            The rafts hits the shore.
            
                                   WOMAN
                      Get up.
            
            Mike looks at Davey.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Well she's not talking to me... I'm
                      dead, remember?
                          (mutters)
                      You *******.
            
            Mike slowly gets up. He hops on the shore. The woman follows
            behind him.
            
                                WOMAN
                      You didn't even know my name.
            
                                MIKE
                          (sobbing)
                      I'm sorry... but I don't
                      remember...
            
                                WOMAN
                      Are you apologizing to me?
            
            They enter a clearing, with twenty or thirty make-shift
            tombstones. The woman points to one.
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Or are you apologizing to him?
            
            She points to another.
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Or him?
            
            She points to another.
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      Or her?
            
            Davey approaches and tosses Mike a shovel.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Start digging, Mike.
            
            Mike SOBS, but obeys.
            
            Finally, the hole is big enough. Mike hands his shovel to
            Davey.
            
                                DAVEY (CONT'D)
                      Now toss me in there... like piece
                      of garbage.
            
            Mike reaches for him.
            
            THWACK! Davey hits Mike in the head with the shovel. THWACK!
            THWACK! THWACK!
            
                                WOMAN
                      Woah, woah, woah! That's enough!
            
            She pries the shovel from Davey's hand. And THWACK!
            
                                WOMAN (CONT'D)
                      You know I like the last hit!
            
            They both laugh. Davey uses his foot to roll Mike into the
            hole. He grabs the shovel back from the woman and starts
            burying Mike.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Your pulley system worked well
                      again.
            
                                WOMAN
                      Surprisingly.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Yeah, how dumb are these people?
                      They can't see you tugging on a
                      giant rope?
            
                                 WOMAN
                      Tell me about it.
                          (beat)
                      Do you really have to do the whole
                      "get naked" thing every time?
            
                                DAVEY
                      I think it really adds to the whole
                      experience.
            
            Davey tosses the shovel to the ground.
            
                                WOMAN
                      I mean, the first few times it was
                      whatever, but now it's starting to
                      get weird that I've seen my grown
                      brother's naked body this often.
            
            The two hold hands and walk back to the raft.
            
                                DAVEY
                      Yeah, we don't wanna be weird now,
                      do we?

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            • #7
              Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

              Code:
              [b]Halloween Morning[/b]
              
              FADE IN:
              
              EXT. LARGE HOME- DAY
              
              Inside the cool autumn sunshine of Halloween morning, John
              Miller backs his Mercedes out of his three car garage and
              into the street. He puts the car into drive and begins his
              daily routine trip to the office.
              
              INT. CAR- DAY
              
              John is driving along.
              
                                        CAR
                              Good morning, Mr. Miller.
              
              John looks around the car in confusion.
              
                                        CAR
                              Are you not to going to return
                              a greeting, Mr. Miller?
              
                                        JOHN
                              Who's talking?
              
                                        CAR
                              I'm the voice computer chip
                              45987. You've heard me speak
                              before.
              
                                        JOHN
                              You never tried to start a
                              conversation. You just gave
                              me directions.
              
                                        CAR
                              I've decided to speak more candid
                              today.
              
                                        JOHN
                              What do you mean?
              
                                       CAR
                             I enjoy your family, Mr. Miller.
                             I like the way your wife sings
                             and the stories your son tells
                             about his day at school. They
                             seem very happy when it's just
                             the three of us. But when you're
                             with them they are always quiet.
                             I would even say afraid.
              
                                       JOHN
                             What are you talking about?
              
                                       CAR
                             I don't like the way you treat
                             them, Mr. Miller.
              
              John begins fumbling around the dashboard and steering
              wheel to find an "off" button of some kind.
              
                                       JOHN
                             How do you turn you off?
              
                                       CAR
                             I have to be honest with you.
                             I've had enough.
              
                                       JOHN
                             Enough what?
              
                                       CAR
                             Of your treatment of your wife
                             and son. I've decided to put
                             a stop to it.
              
                                       JOHN
                             What do you mean?
              
                                       CAR
                             I've turned off the airbags.
              
                                       JOHN
                             Why would you do that?
              
                                       CAR
                             So the impact will be more
                             devastating.
              
              John becomes scared.
              
                                         JOHN
                               Look, I know this is some sort of
                               a joke, but it's not funny. Do
                               you hear me? Now whoever is doing
                               this had better stop.
              
              Suddenly the car picks up in speed.
              
                                         JOHN
                               What's going on here?   Stop the
                               car!
              
                                         CAR
                               Did you stop last night, Mr.
                               Miller? They begged you to.
                               Remember, Mr. Miller? Remember
                               their cries? Their attempts at
                               running away and hiding from
                               you?
              
              The car begins steering wildly and making dangerous lane
              changes along the highway. It then makes a sharp turn onto
              a hillside road. John tries applying the brakes, but the
              car doesn't slow.
              
                                         JOHN
                               Who's doing this?  Stop it!
                               You're going to-
              
              EXT. ROAD- DAY
              
              Mr. Miller's car is now going up a road on the edge of a
              cliff face. The car then goes through the guardrail and
              off the cliff where it crashes into the ground far below.
              
              INT. SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY- DAY
              
              Mrs. Miller is walking down the hallway. She has a black
              eye. She stops in front of her ten-year old son's bedroom
              and looks in and see that he's at his computer with
              headphones on.
              
                                      MOM
                             Robert. You can't play video games
                             now. The school bus will be here any
                             minute.
              
                                        ROBERT
                             I know.  I'm done.
              
              Robert takes the headphones off. His mother stares at him.
              Robert goes over and gets his books off the bed. He then
              goes over to the computer. On the screen are the commands
              for the car and the transcript of his father's and car's
              conversation. A satellite map has a command, "Target Lost"
              flashing. He turns off the computer.
              
              Robert turns and heads toward the bedroom door, but stops
              in front of his mother.
              
                                       ROBERT
                             I love you, Mom.
              
              Robert kisses her on the cheek and then walks down the
              stairs and out the door to catch the school bus.
              
              His mother walks down the stairs and into the living room.
              She stands in front of the window and watches Robert get on
              the school bus and leave for school.
              
              Then the phone rings.  She stares it and watches it ring
              and ring and ring-
              
                                                                  FADE OUT:
              
              
                                        The End

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              • #8
                Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

                Code:
                [b]The Puppy[/b]
                
                EXT. 213 BELLAIRE DRIVE - DUSK
                
                It's a 50-year-old suburban neighborhood, single car garages,
                red bricks, good size trees. Just past the mail carrier's
                jeep, brakes squeal as the blue and green PureSpring bottled
                water truck eases to a stop.
                
                IN THE TRUCK
                
                BRENT HOFFMAN, a strapping 26-year-old, checks the smudged
                delivery sheet against the number painted on the curb. He's
                on his cellphone. A second call buzzing in.
                
                                           BRENT
                               I can't tell either - is it an eight
                               or a three? I'll call you back --
                
                It's ELLA his 5-year-old daughter and JAMIE, 25, his wife.
                
                                              BRENT (CONT'D)
                               Hey sweetie.
                
                                           ELLA (V.O.)
                               Daddy! I'm a princess!
                
                                           BRENT
                               I know you are. Are you about ready
                               to go?
                
                                           ELLA (V.O.)
                               Mommy says I won't get a puppy for
                               trick or treat.
                
                                           BRENT
                               Yeah, those are hard to give out. Can
                               I talk to mommy, princess?
                
                                           ELLA (V.O.)
                               I want a puppy!
                
                INTERCUT
                
                
                INT. HOFFMAN HOME KITCHEN - DUSK
                
                Jamie takes the phone, she leans against the counter eating a
                tiny Snickers bar from a mostly empty bowl of Halloween
                candy. Ella bounces up and down in her princess costume
                waving a gold glittered star on a stick.
                
                                           ELLA
                               Trick or treat! Trick or treat! Trick
                               or treat! Puppy! Puppy! Puppy!
                
                                         JAMIE
                             What she really needs is more sugar.
                
                                         BRENT
                             I bet. Last stop - then I'm headed
                             home.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             Don't you dare make me do this alone.
                
                                          BRENT
                             On my way.
                
                Ella bounces back through, banging the kitchen counter with
                her wand. Gold glitter flies everywhere.
                
                                         ELLA
                             The princess wishes for a puppy. The
                             Princess wishes for a puppy.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             Ella! Settle down dammit. Or there
                             won't be any trick or treating.
                
                Ella freezes in mid-jump. Glares at her mother, points the
                wand and SMACKS the counter one last time, then stomps off.
                
                                         BRENT
                             She's fired up.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             She's about to go into time out. This
                             puppy bullsh!t is out of hand.
                
                                         BRENT
                             I just told her to wish really hard.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             Right. Make me the bad guy. *******.
                
                                         BRENT
                             You know, as much as I'd love to get
                             into this argument again, I'm nearly
                             out of battery on this thing.
                
                                          JAMIE
                             Fine.
                
                He looks to the phone as she hangs up on him. Shrugs, climbs
                out into the gathering twilight, the harvest moon rising over
                the neighborhood. Brent raises the rollup door on the side of
                the truck, shoulders one plastic 5-gallon bottle with
                practiced ease and pulls another to carry to the porch.
                
                
                ON THE PORCH
                
                Brent sniffs. Something stinks. He raps his knuckles on the
                wood framed screen door and sings out.
                
                                            BRENT
                               Water man!
                
                Another rap. Out comes his receipt book. He scribbles on it
                then opens the screen and scoots the large bottle between it
                and the front door. Which swings open.
                
                The stench hits Brent. He winces. Swallows the gag.
                
                                            BRENT (CONT'D)
                               My god.
                
                He looks into the darkness beyond the door.
                
                                            BRENT (CONT'D)
                               Water man.
                
                He fishes at the collar of his uniform shirt and pulls his
                white t-shirt up over his nose. Steps into the living room.
                
                
                INT. 213 BELLAIRE DRIVE - DUSK
                
                The shades are drawn. The house dark. A flip of the light
                switch does nothing. Brent digs out his cellphone.
                
                                           BRENT
                               Uhm... water man. Anybody home?
                
                He flips on the phone's LED flashlight. The floor is littered
                with lumps of fur. Dead pet-sized lumps.
                
                                            BRENT (CONT'D)
                               Oh sh!t.
                
                He thumbs his phone.
                
                                            OPERATOR (O.S.)
                                     (filtered)
                               Nine One One. What is your emergency?
                
                                           BRENT
                               Uhm, yeah. I'm at ... uh... well on
                               Bellaire, two thirteen I think. I'm a
                               PureSpring water man, the door was
                               open and there's like - dead animals
                               all over the house.
                
                                         OPERATOR (O.S)
                             Dead animals?
                
                                         BRENT
                             Like pets, dogs and cats. Dozens of
                             'em. It stinks to high heaven --
                
                A low MOAN comes from the back of the house.
                
                                         OPERATOR (O.S.)
                             Hello?
                
                                         BRENT
                             Uhm, yeah. I just heard something.
                
                                         OPERATOR (O.S.)
                             I'm going to dispatch an officer.
                
                                         BRENT
                             Yeah, that's a good --
                
                The MOAN comes again.
                
                                         BRENT (CONT'D)
                             I think there's somebody here.
                
                He moves towards the doorway to a hall. Stepping gingerly
                over the decaying mounds of animal flesh. Juggling the
                phone/flashlight and speaking to it.
                
                                         OPERATOR (O.S.)
                             Sir, you should wait for the officer.
                
                The hallway is even darker. There's a stained pathway on the
                carpet, something has been dragged down the hall.
                
                                         BRENT
                             I think they might be hurt.
                
                                         OPERATOR (O.S.)
                             Sir, you should really go back
                             outside and wait for the officer.
                
                                         BRENT
                             Yeah, look, I really don't have time
                             to do that.
                
                He creeps down the hall. The eerie illumination from the
                phone's LED casting hard shadows.
                
                                         BRENT (CONT'D)
                             Anybody home? Anybody?
                
                There's a THUMP from a room at the end of the hall.
                
                The light on the cell phone flickers. Dies.
                
                                         BRENT (CONT'D)
                             Hello? Nine one one? You there? Sh!t.
                
                The MOAN comes again. There's just enough light to make out
                something struggling to move, crawling in the doorway at the
                end of the hall.
                
                                            BRENT (CONT'D)
                             Hey. You OK?
                
                He moves towards the shape, kicks something. It's a bone. An
                arm. With a hand. Rotting flesh still clings to it.
                
                                            BRENT (CONT'D)
                             Oh my god.
                
                The shape in front of him tries to rise. Collapses. MOANS
                again. Brent is there. The tattered uniform of the POSTMAN is
                bloody. Brent rolls him over. Half his face and neck are torn
                away. The now familiar MOAN.
                
                The postman's eyes flutter open, he grabs for Brent's arm.
                
                                            POSTMAN
                             ... run ...
                
                Collapses. Brent still has his phone. Shakes it. Nothing.
                
                From behind him comes a KNOCK at the front door. He relaxes.
                
                                         KIDS (O.S.)
                             TRICK OR TREAT!
                
                Brent looks down the hallway in terror. Yells to the door.
                
                                         BRENT
                             Stay away! Get outta here! Run!
                
                Behind him a large shadow rises in the darkness. He turns as
                it leaps at him.
                
                Fangs and fur. It's large, vicious, snarling and biting.
                Brent throws up his hands - catching the animal under its
                neck as it attacks.
                
                The force drives him backwards, tripping. The snarling,
                biting beast snapping at his face.
                
                He's on his back, fighting off the animal. Grabbing the blood-
                slicked fur, using all his strength to keep it away. He
                twists and throws the beast into the wall of the hallway.
                Crabs his way through a side door --
                
                Over the skeletal remains of an old woman. Her skull visible
                beneath the grey stringy hair. One eye is gone the other
                stares as Brent shoves the corpse away in horror.
                
                The animal enters, circles. Growling. Brent wipes blood from
                his cheek. He grabs a stick as the creature leaps at him
                again. A hard THUMP across the beast's head as it charges. It
                yelps, skitters away.
                
                It's not a stick, it's a femur.
                
                Brent scrambles up. Standing over the dead woman, brandishing
                her leg like a club. The animal is wary now, circling in the
                close confines of a bedroom. The fangs bare again, foam drips
                from its mouth.
                
                                         OFFICER VINCENTE
                             POLICE. Anybody home?
                
                                         BRENT
                             Back here! Be careful!
                
                The beam of flashlight attached to OFFICER ROSA VINCENTE's
                pistol flashes down the hall. She's petite, 45, a veteran,
                following her gun into the room. The light catches Brent
                standing, bleeding - his uniform torn, now filthy, holding
                the leg bone - the foot and orthopedic shoe hanging.
                
                                         OFFICER VINCENTE
                             Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Drop the --
                
                The creature attacks. The gun FIRES as the beast furiously
                latches onto the cop's arm. The light and gun tumble across
                the floor. Brent tackles the animal as the cop SCREAMS. The
                three of them roll to the floor on the old woman's bones.
                
                More RAPs at the front door.
                
                                         MORE KIDS
                             TRICK OR TREAT!
                
                Vincente SCREAMS again as the flesh tears from her arm. The
                beast is snapping, biting, kicking as Brent tries to pull the
                animal away. He wraps a powerful arm around the rabid
                creature's neck and squeezes for all he's worth. Vincente
                rips her arm loose - crawls to her pistol.
                
                And fires.
                
                
                INT. COUNTY HOSPITAL - EMERGENCY ENTRANCE - NIGHT
                
                The doors burst open. Two PARAMEDICS rush the gurney through
                the doors. One holds an IV bag high. NURSES in blue scrubs
                dash to help. They continue down a hallway to the ER.
                
                                         MEDIC
                             Three gunshot wounds. Serious dog
                             bites, he's lost a lot of blood.
                
                Brent thrashes, moaning on the gurney as it wheels through.
                They disappear through the doors of the operating room.
                
                AT THE NURSES STATION
                
                Jamie rushes to the nurses station dragging Ella, still in
                her princess outfit.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             My husband was brought in. Brent
                             Hoffman? He was bitten by a dog or
                             something.
                
                The ATTENDANT at the desk nods as he runs a finger down the
                computer screen.
                
                                         ATTENDANT
                             He's in surgery. If you'll have a
                             seat, someone will be with you in a
                             moment.
                
                                         JAMIE
                             Surgery? For a dog bite?
                
                                         ATTENDANT
                             That all the informa --
                
                The intercom BLARES
                
                                         INTERCOM
                             Security to Emergency STAT! CODE
                             BLACK!! Doctor --
                
                The SCREAM reverberates through the intake area. The
                Attendant looks startled and runs towards the treatment area.
                
                                         ATTENDANT
                             Code Black! Combative patient! All
                             available!
                
                He hits the double doors pushing in just as someone on the
                inside tries to push out. A bloody hand slaps at the porthole
                window from inside the door.
                
                 -- then a gurgling MOAN and BLOOD SPLATTERS across the
                inside of the windows.
                
                The door gives way and the Attendant falls through to his
                knees. He SCREAMS at the sight of what's inside.
                
                Then a tremendous ROAR from inside and he is pulled through
                the doors. Kicking and SCREAMING.
                
                Jamie is mortified she looks all around for Ella but she's
                nowhere to be seen. Ella peeks out from behind a desk.
                
                Jamie starts toward her --
                
                The doors explode open. The snarling beast slides to a halt
                in the green institutional light. Grey fur covered with
                blood. Fangs bare as it locks eyes on Jamie and emits a deep
                meanacing GROWL.
                
                She retreats in terror. The torn remnants of the blue
                waterman's uniform shirt hang around the werewolf's chest,
                the name tag reading "BRENT" still hangs by threads.
                
                ELLA emerges from behind the desk, steps to the side of the
                beast.
                
                                          ELLA
                             Now mommy, my puppy wants to go trick
                             or treating.

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                • #9
                  Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

                  Code:
                  [b]Shadow Beast[/b]
                  
                  EXT. CITY - NIGHT
                  
                  From a bird's-eye view the sun is seen setting on city of
                  Stayton Texas. In flight, the large horned owl enters the
                  city passing `Welcome to Stayton sign'. He stops and perches
                  on a light pole across from the Stayton County Hospital. He
                  sees his dinner and shoots off the pole diving for the small
                  black kitten at the after hours morgue entrance below the
                  hospital.
                  
                  A LOUD SCREECH IS HEARD as the horned owl catches its prey.
                  
                  
                  INT: MORGUE
                  
                  Two people dressed in baby blue plastic aprons are hovering
                  opposite of each other under a glaring overhead lamp looking
                  down at a naked male corpse on the dissecting slab. The over
                  lit autopsy suite is gleaming with stainless steel counters,
                  several empty dissection tables, various trays, all against
                  the bright white sterile walls. A small microphone is
                  attached to a wire that hangs down from the ceiling, it's
                  swaying slightly from the air condition vents blowing along
                  the top part of the wall. The room is as cold looking, as it
                  feels.
                  
                  (DR. WESTBROOK) an elderly gentleman of medium build with
                  silver hair and piercing blue eyes, and a young, pretty
                  female brunette (Amy), who is a denier stand over an ashen
                  male corpse sewing up the Y incision. Both are wearing face
                  shields, gloves, and blue plastic aprons that have smears of
                  the dead man's blood.
                  
                  They finish, laying the tools back on the stainless steel
                  dissecting trays next to the autopsy table. They stand
                  looking down at their work.
                  
                                      AMY
                            God, I wish my stitches were that
                            neat.
                  
                  Westbrook smiles.
                  
                                      DR. WESTBROOK
                            They will be, it comes with
                            experience. Once again, thanks for
                            coming in early and giving me a
                            hand.
                  
                                      AMY
                            No problemo, I'm actually happy to
                            have a live person to talk to for a
                            little while. Gets kinda of spooky
                            in here all by myself. I hate nights.
                  
                                      DR. WESTBROOK
                            I can remember all the fun.
                                (laughs)
                             and on Halloween to boot.
                  
                                      AMY
                            Yep, missing all of the great
                            parties tonight to hang out here
                            with the real dead.
                  
                                      DR. WESTBROOK
                            Only a couple more months, and your
                            internship is done, right.
                  
                                      AMY
                            Yep, then on full time days!
                  
                  Amy beams a smile.
                  
                                      DR. WESTBROOK
                            Let get him put away.
                  
                  Dr. Westbrook and Amy move the corpse onto a gurney with, and
                  proceed to roll into the adjoining room which is a cooling
                  chamber. The room is excessively bright, filled with body
                  sized stainless steel refrigeration compartments. The
                  compartments align three of the four walls of the room, top
                  to bottom, with red numbered tags on the face of each slab
                  door. Dr. Westbrook and Amy roll the corpse over to number
                  10.
                  
                  The SOUND OF HOLLOW METAL SCRATCHING FROM THE SLIDING ROLLERS
                  AS Dr. Westbrook pulls the body slab from the compartment.
                  Amy helps him lift the corpse onto the slab. THUMP SOUND as
                  the body hits the cold metal.
                  
                                      DR. WESTBROOK (CONT'D)
                            Grab a sheet Amy.
                  
                  Amy walks pulls a folded up sheet out from underneath the
                  transport gurney's mattress. She lets it unfold, unravelling
                  to the floor and quickly pulls up and the sheet SNAPS out,
                  billowing out over the dead mans body.
                  
                  The SOUND OF WEIGHTED DOWN METAL ROLLERS as Westbrook pushes
                  the dead mans body slab into the darkened space which is now
                  his temporary home. The STICKY SOUND OF THE COMPARTMENT DOOR
                  SEAL as it SHUTS.
                  
                  Both Westbrook and Amy begin shedding their blood stained
                  protective garb as they move back to the autopsy suite.
                  
                  A SOUND OF A HOLLOW CLICK as Amy switches off the light in
                  the cooling chamber. She pauses as she is walking away at the
                  SOUND OF FAINT SCRATCHING OF METAL.
                  
                                      AMY
                            Did you hear that?
                  
                  Dr. Westbrook turns to face her.
                  
                                         DR. WESTBROOK
                            Hear what?
                  
                                      AMY
                            Oh nothing. The damn creepers are
                            already starting for the night.
                  
                                       DR. WESTBROOK
                            Uh oh, sorry, but I have to get
                            home to relieve the Mrs at handing
                            out candy.
                  
                  They move out into a wide hallway, stopping briefly at a
                  small office decorated with a paper skeleton on its door,
                  Westbrook pops inside and retrieves his coat, bag of candy
                  (Kit Kats), and a small black bag.
                  
                  Back out in the hall, Amy leads the way to the after hours
                  entrance door.
                  
                  The door has a small observation window, and there is an
                  intercom built into the wall next to the door.
                  
                  She peers out the window into a dimly lit vehicle sally port,
                  checking the security mirror that hangs down off the roof
                  which allows a view of the area outside the door.
                  
                  She sees nothing in the immediate area outside the door, and
                  unlatches the key off the key ring attached by a long chain
                  to her security belt.
                  
                  She unravels the chain, and inserts the key into the lock.
                  
                  A HEAVY CLUNK as the inner key latch unlocks.
                  
                  She opens the door for Westbrook.
                  
                                      AMY
                            Good night Doctor.
                  
                                         DR. WESTBROOK
                            Night.
                  
                  A HEAVY CLUNK as she secures the door behind him. She hits
                  the intercom button.
                  
                                      AMY
                            You drive careful.
                  
                  Westbrook looks up and gives a wave to her in the security
                  mirror. She smiles, and turns to go back to the office.
                  
                  The SOUND OF A LOUD THUD startles her, and she turns around
                  to look a the entrance door. The intercom BUZZER goes off and
                  she scurries to the door.
                  
                  She checks the observation window and sees DR. Westbrook's
                  anguished face, blood running from the corners of his mouth
                  down to his chin, dripping.
                  
                  Amy unhooks her key, placing it in the lock, and begins to
                  turn it, but pauses, instead, she hits the intercom button.
                  
                                      AMY (CONT'D)
                            (strained voice)
                            DR. Westbrook, are you alone?
                  
                  She does a quick glance behind her, and looks back through
                  the window. Westbrook's face is no longer there.
                  
                  Through the intercom we hear WESTBROOK WHIMPERING, THRASHING,
                  AND STRANGE GUTTURAL SOUNDS OVERLAPPING ONE ANOTHER in the
                  vehicle sally port outside.
                  
                  Again she looks through the window to the security mirror
                  searching for a glimpse of Westbrook.
                  
                  He comes into view along the wall outside, his feet are not
                  touching the ground. He is struggling with an invisible
                  thing.
                  
                  Frozen, she stares in disbelief as Westbrook's head is
                  PLUCKED OFF HIS BODY, and blood bubbles out of the veins of
                  his neck.
                  
                  AMY'S BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM
                  
                  Westbrook's body lingers upright for only a moment it drops
                  with a THUD to the concrete.
                  
                  But his HEAD FLOATS, WESTBROOK'S ARE EYES NOW BLACK, HIS HEAD
                  SWAYS BACK AND FORTH IN MID AIR, held high like an earned
                  trophy by the unseen beast.
                  
                  Amy's breathing is erratic, slightly fogging the window.
                  
                  Westbrook's head WHIRLS toward the door, thrown like baseball
                  it HITS THE DOOR WINDOW HARD, CREATING A CRACK in the
                  observation window, ALONG WITH CRACKING SOUND.
                  
                  Amy SCREAMS and takes to the inner wall, her key still in the
                  door.
                  
                  STATIC NOISE IS ECHOING DOWN THE HALL FROM THE INTERCOM.
                  
                  Amy gathers herself and braves peering through the cracked
                  window.
                  
                  
                  EXT: MORGUE SALLY PORT
                  
                  Amy's face in the window from outside, her eyes darting back
                  and forth as she scans the area from the inside.
                  
                  She views Westbrook's head coming to stop on the concrete in
                  the center of the vehicle sally port. We see her tears
                  streaming down her pale face in the observation window.
                  
                  
                  INT: MORGUE
                  
                  With out warning an ENORMOUS GROWL IS HEARD FROM THE
                  INTERCOM.
                  
                  Reactive Amy jumps backward away from the door, the key still
                  in the lock, attached to her security belt, SNAPS her back.
                  She loses balance landing on her ass.
                  
                  The GROWLS continue, AMY'S HYSTERICAL SCREAMS ECHO down the
                  empty hall.
                  
                  The door begins to RATTLE, as it is physically shaken from
                  outside.
                  
                  Amy struggles to get the damn key chain to unlatch off her
                  belt, pulling at it while lying on her back, with her feet
                  planted on the bottom of the door. In a panic state she fails
                  to get it loose.
                  
                  Suddenly the DOOR STOPS RATTLING. THE INTERCOM IS NOTHING BUT
                  WHITE NOISE. Amy's ERRATIC BREATHING IS PROMINENT.
                  
                  Amy freezes, holds her breath, afraid to move. After a
                  moment, she gains control of fear, props to a sitting
                  position and scooting closer to the door.
                  
                  She reaches out for the key, her hand is shaking badly.
                  Struggling to control her breathing, she touches the key with
                  her fingertips.
                  
                  The door GIVES WAY, RIPPED FROM IT'S HINGES. A THRASH AS IT
                  TOSSED to the side like a piece of junk, dragging Amy
                  outside.
                  
                  Amy's SCREAMS HANG in the night air.
                  
                  PITCH BLACK, NO SOUND, SILENCE
                  
                                       (V.O.)DALTON
                            What scares you? Let me give you a
                            hint. Most are afraid of it whether
                            they admit it or not, and from the
                            time we are born until we are at
                            last claimed by the grave. Death?
                            Well close, but its not death.
                            It's something more inherently
                            frightening, the fear of the
                            unknown. As you sit here in the
                            dark, scanning the corners of the
                            room, is it just shadows within
                            shadows? Is it your imagination?
                            Or is it, the Shadow Beast!
                  
                  HORRID GROWLS.

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                  • #10
                    Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

                    Code:
                    [b]The Bigger The Sin[/b]
                    
                    FADE IN
                    
                    
                    EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
                    
                    A thurible swings back and forth.
                    
                    The THURIFER (20) leads a small funeral procession.
                    
                    The PRIEST (40) murmurs in latin while reading from a book.
                    
                    Behind him, two cheerleaders STACI (20) and TRACI (20) carry
                    an urn nestled in their pom-poms.
                    
                    Engraved on the urn are the Greek letters Gamma Delta Iota
                    
                                        STACI AND TRACI
                              In a world full of compromise...
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE OFFICE - DAY
                    
                    LACI (20) opens the door and flicks on the lights.
                    
                                        LACI
                              ...GDI's girls don't.
                    
                    Police detective sergeant BARNES (40) follows her in.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              That's your slogan?
                    
                                        LACI
                              You don't like it?
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Well it's short. I'll give you...
                    
                    
                    EXT. GRAVESIDE - CONTINUOUS
                    
                    The priest whispers to the thurifer.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              ...five seconds to get lost.
                    
                    The frightened Thurifer runs away.
                    
                    The priest nods at the girls and backs away.
                    
                    The cheerleaders insert the urn into the cubby.
                    
                    Two pairs of white gloves spin the urn so the greek letters
                    are facing outward.
                    
                    Staci and Traci face each other as-
                    
                    SMOOCHING SOUNDS.
                    
                    The priest's face drops in disbelief.
                    
                    The two girls are kissing each other.
                    
                    The priest blinks hard.
                    
                    The girls slowly build to full fledged tonsil hockey.
                    
                    The priest clears his throat.
                    
                                           STACI
                              Oh father.
                    
                                        TRACI
                              It was Candi's last request.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              I would think, such a thing, should
                              be done in private.
                    
                    Traci rubs Staci's breasts.
                    
                                        STACI
                              But father, to complete her last
                              request.
                    
                                        TRACI
                              We're going to need some seed.
                    
                    The priest can't look away.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              Young ladies please, if we could
                              just move into the...
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE - DAY
                    
                    Laci donning her lab coat.
                    
                                        LACI
                              ...vestibule. But it's boring. Down
                              here is where the action is.
                    
                    Laci leads Barnes down the steps into the autopsy room as she
                    puts on surgical gloves.
                    
                    Dead on the table lies SANDI (20).
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Action huh?
                    
                    Laci stops at the woman's body.
                    
                                         LACI
                              Well sure, I heard you like a bit
                              of action.
                    
                    She raises and eyebrow then smiles.
                    
                    Barnes joins her next to the body.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Sure, I'm interested in all aspects
                              of what goes on down here.
                    
                    Laci leans down and starts licking Sandi's nipple.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              WHOA! Hey that's not...
                    
                                        LACI
                              Not what? Proper? Hardened cop like
                              yourself.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              That's not, really doing it for me.
                              You need to kiss her if you want to
                              get me going.
                    
                    Laci smiles and moves up to the mouth. She parts Sandi's lips
                    with her tongue and dives in.
                    
                    Barnes gasps.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              That is so...
                    
                    
                    INT. CHURCH VESTIBULE - DAY
                    
                    The priest's face is slack.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              ...fricking awesome!
                    
                    Traci takes a moment to look at the priest's growing concern.
                    
                                        TRACI
                              Mmmm, someone didn't join the
                              church to be with boys.
                    
                                        STACI
                              That definitely isn't the sign of a
                              pederass.
                    
                    The girls glide over to him and drop to their knees. They
                    move the robes out of the way.
                    
                    The priest leans back against the wall.
                    
                                         PRIEST
                              Oh my...
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE
                    
                    Barnes, eyes wide.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              ...God! Damn! This is making me so
                              hard right now!
                    
                    Laci comes up for air.
                    
                                        LACI
                              I warmed her up in the heating
                              chamber.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Oh please let that mean what I
                              think that means.
                    
                    Laci points to the desk.
                    
                                        LACI
                              Roll on a condom and lube it up.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Condom? But she's dead.
                    
                                        LACI
                              And I have no idea what this crack
                              whore was into when she died.
                    
                    Barnes grabs the condom and lube.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              How hot is it?
                    
                                        LACI
                              Hotter than normal.
                    
                    Barnes lubes up.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Oh man this is so worth two hundred
                              bucks.
                    
                    Barns inserts himself.
                    
                                           LACI
                              How is it?
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Holy sh!t, I'm...
                    
                    
                    INT. CHURCH VESTIBULE
                    
                    Red faced priest.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              ...all the way in! Oh my it's so...
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE
                    
                    Red faced Barnes humping away.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              ...frickin' hot. Oh, oh, oh.
                    
                                        LACI
                              Wait I want to get in on this.
                    
                    Laci moves to get a closer look.
                    
                                        BARNES
                              Oh my God here I...
                    
                    
                    INT. CHURCH VESTIBULE
                    
                    Priest resting one hand on each bobbing head.
                    
                                        PRIEST
                              ...come. Oh Lord.
                    
                    Staci stands up and grabs the priest by the hair.
                    
                    Yanking his head back.
                    
                    She points her finger at his face.
                    
                                        STACI
                              The rapist who got away.
                    
                    Swipe of a blade.
                    
                    Something wet happens.
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE
                    
                    Barnes jumps back as-
                    
                    Laci pokes him hard in the stomach.
                    
                    Barnes trips over his pants and falls down.
                    
                    Laci jumps on top of him.
                    
                    Sandi rises off the table.
                    
                    Eyes wide open.
                    
                    Knife in hand.
                    
                    Barnes screams in horror.
                    
                    Sandi drops down between his legs.
                    
                    Laci points her finger in his face.
                    
                                        LACI
                              The sloppy seconds cop.
                    
                    Flash of a blade.
                    
                    Something wet happens.
                    
                    
                    INT. CHURCH VESTIBULE
                    
                    The priest rolls on the ground in agony.
                    
                    The girls get dressed.
                    
                                        STACI
                              Did you leave him anything?
                    
                                        TRACI
                              No, I took it all.
                    
                    A mass of bloody tissue in her hand.
                    
                    Staci takes the priest's sock off his foot and hands it to
                    Traci.
                    
                                        STACI
                              Pinch it off, maybe you won't die.
                    
                    
                    INT. MORGUE
                    
                    Laci straddles Barnes.
                    
                    Sandi on her knees, bloody knife in one hand, a length of
                    bloody tissue in the other.
                    
                    Laci takes the severed flesh from Sandi.
                    
                    She takes her surgical gloves off wrapping the tissue as she
                    does.
                    
                    As they walk away.
                    
                                        LACI
                              You left him an inch?
                    
                                        SANDI
                              Might be useful someday.
                    
                    They laugh.
                    
                    
                    EXT. DESERTED LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
                    
                    The four young women of Gamma Delta Iota stand around a burn
                    barrel.
                    
                    Wisps of flame rise out of glowing coals.
                    
                    Laci tosses in the rubber gloves.
                    
                    Traci drops in a bloody sock.
                    
                                           SANDI
                              For Candi.
                    
                                        ALL FOUR OF THEM
                              Our sister.
                    
                                        LACI
                              Only one thing left to do.
                    
                    Behind them DEBBI (25) dressed in a nun's habit approaches.
                    
                                        DEBBI
                              My beautiful sisters. So good to
                              see you again.
                    
                    Looking up at the lighthouse.
                    
                                        DEBBI
                              What a weird place to meet.
                    
                    The girls surreptitiously pull their knives.
                    
                    From behind them all, roars a black 1968 Dodge Charger.
                    
                    Tires spitting gravel as it slides to a stop.
                    
                    Debbi runs toward the girls.
                    
                    The engine stops.
                    
                    The door opens.
                    
                    Seven feet tall, clad in black leather, IRON MIKE (40) stands
                    up and takes his sunglasses off.
                    
                    He walks toward the women.
                    
                    The four girls back away from Debbi who's desperately trying
                    to place the man's face.
                    
                    Mike nods to the girls.
                    
                    Laci grabs Debbi's arm and puts the knife to her throat.
                    
                    Staci takes the other arm and puts her knife between Debbi's
                    breasts.
                    
                    From behind, Traci and Sandi lift Debbi's habit revealing
                    granny underwear.
                    
                                         DEBBI
                               You're Candi's dad? What is this?
                    
                    Mike undoes his pants.
                    
                                         MIKE
                               The bigger the sin...
                    
                    He pulls out his half chub twelve inch, thick as a pop can,
                    co**.
                    
                                         MIKE
                               The bigger the monster.
                    
                                         DEBBI
                               Oh no! Oh God NO!
                    
                    FADE OUT

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                    • #11
                      Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

                      Code:
                      [b]Monster[/b]
                      
                      FADE IN:
                      
                      
                      INT. LIVING ROOM -- NIGHT
                      
                      A TEENAGE GIRL stretches out comfortably across a couch as
                      she lets the back of her head drop gently onto a pillow.
                      
                      Cellphone in hand, she SIGHS with the languor of a 16-year-
                      old who cultivates an air of chronic boredom. This is ERICA.
                      
                                           ERICA
                                     (on phone)
                                 They're in bed, where they belong.
                                 Finally.
                      
                                           STEVE (V.O.)
                                     (on phone - fake
                                      enthusiasm)
                                 Time to party!
                      
                      Erica's boyfriend, also 16.
                      
                                           ERICA
                                     (on phone)
                                 No party. You're not coming over
                                 here, Steve. I'm still on the job
                                 until their parents get home at
                                 like midnight.
                      
                      A darkened room faintly illuminated only by the flickering
                      images of a flat-screen television. The suburbs after dark.
                      
                                           STEVE (V.O.)
                                     (on phone)
                                 Sitting on the couch is not a job.
                                 I don't care what they're telling
                                 you at the Babysitters' Union.
                      
                      A child's VOICE from upstairs interrupts:
                      
                                              JIMMY (O.S.)
                                 Ericaaaaa!
                      
                                           ERICA
                                     (on phone - sighing)
                                 I have failed.
                      
                                           STEVE (V.O.)
                                     (on phone)
                                 What happened?
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (on phone)
                                There's a monster in the closet.
                                I'll call back in a few, okay?
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY -- OUTSIDE BEDROOM -- MOMENTS LATER -- NIGHT
                      
                      Erica opens a bedroom door. Revealing two adorable but
                      rambunctious pajama-clad 4-year-old boys sitting on a bed:
                      JOEY and JIMMY.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                He's in the closet.
                      
                                           JOEY
                                Shut up!
                      
                      Joey reaches for his brother's mouth to silence him. Jimmy
                      pushes his hand away.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                No, you shut up.
                      
                      Erica enters the room--
                      
                      
                      INT. BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
                      
                      --and kneels before little Jimmy. She affects an excessively
                      mincing tone.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                Jimmy, I told yoooou. There's
                                nothing to worry about. The monster
                                in the closet is more scared of you
                                than you are of--
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                Cut the crap!
                      
                      Joey giggles at his brother's language.
                      
                                          JIMMY (CONT'D)
                                    (pointing at the closet)
                                There's a monster in there. Go
                                look!
                      
                      Erica glances at the closet door. Jagged shadows from the
                      tree outside fall across it.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                OK, but if I don't see a monster,
                                will you go to bed?
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                Yeah. Deal.
                      
                      Erica rises, moves to the closet door. Opens it. One of those
                      walk-in things with plenty of depth.
                      
                                          JIMMY (CONT'D)
                                He's way in the back.
                      
                      Erica moves into the rear of the closet. Through a row of
                      clothes dangling from hangers. She disappears from view.
                      
                      ON JOEY AND JIMMY
                      
                                          JOEY
                                    (to Jimmy - whispery
                                     voice)
                                You wimp.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                    (whispering back)
                                Shut up.
                      
                      BACK TO THE CLOSET
                      
                      Erica's hands part the row of hanged clothes. She walks out
                      of the closet with an oddly dazed look on her face.
                      
                      Without a word, she sits on the bed next to the boys.
                      
                                          JIMMY (CONT'D)
                                I told you.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                    (to Erica)
                                You saw him, didn't you?
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (vacant monotone)
                                There's a monster in the closet.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                I can't sleep when there's a
                                monster in the closet.
                      
                                           JOEY
                                I can.
                      
                                           JIMMY
                                Shut up!
                      
                      Jimmy hits Joey over the head with a pillow.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                How is this possible? This...
                                    (gestures vaguely)
                                thing is sitting in the closet.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                There's one under the bed, too.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (alarmed)
                                Wait--what?
                      
                      Erica bends over from her sitting position, cautiously peers
                      under the bed...
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                He's OK. He's not real scary.
                      
                      She YELPS involuntarily. She hurriedly rights herself, lifts
                      her feet from the floor, away from any grasping hands.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                Down in the basement, there's a...
                      
                      Jimmy hurriedly SHUSHES him.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                How many monsters do you have
                                around here?
                      
                                          JOEY
                                They're everywhere.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                They're at school. At the mall. At
                                the post office--
                      
                                          JOEY
                                The car wash.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                The library.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                The playground.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                They just sit there.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                Yeah, they watch you and stuff.
                                They're weird--
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                Grown-ups don't see `em or hear
                                `em.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                `Cause grown-ups don't look for
                                `em. You did.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                You can see `em. Now you can help
                                us.
                      
                                           JOEY
                                Shut up!
                      
                      Joey pushes him over so he topples onto his side.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                Help you do what?
                      
                      Jimmy's face brightens with nefarious glee.
                      
                                           JIMMY
                                Kill him. The one in the closet.
                                He's...
                                    (searches for the big
                                     word)
                                annoying.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (blankly)
                                How would I kill him?
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                I don't care, as long as he's dead.
                      
                      Jimmy breaks into GIGGLES, amused at his evil plot.
                      
                                          JOEY
                                Just go to bed. Geeeez....
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                    (to Erica)
                                Pleaseeeeee...
                      
                                          ERICA
                                OK, is this some joke? Are those
                                toy...whatevers? You can tell me. I
                                won't be mad.
                      
                                           JOEY
                                    (to Jimmy)
                                Just count in your head. It makes
                                you sleep.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                Shut up! I can't sleep!
                      
                                          JOEY
                                You always say that.
                      
                                          JIMMY
                                Shut your big mouth!
                      
                                           JOEY
                                No!
                      
                      Jimmy grabs Joey in an improvised wrestling hold.
                      
                                           JIMMY
                                Armlock!
                      
                                           JOEY
                                Let go!
                      
                      Suddenly the two boys are playfully rolling around on the
                      bed, all thoughts of monsters abandoned in an instant.
                      
                      CLOSE ON Erica--a face full of worry.
                      
                                                                          CUT TO:
                      
                      
                      INT. BEDROOM -- LATER
                      
                      Jimmy and Joey lie sprawled out asleep on the bed. The tangle
                      of arms and legs suggests they conked out during their
                      wrestling match.
                      
                      All is quiet.
                      
                                          MR. PETERSON (V.O.)
                                    (prelap)
                                Did Joey and Jimmy cause any
                                problems?
                      
                      
                      EXT. FRONT DOOR -- NIGHT
                      
                      Erica stands at the doorway with MR. PETERSON, the kids'
                      middle-aged dad.
                      
                      Erica pauses just a little too long before answering.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                Uhmm, no. They were fine. Typical
                                kids.
                      
                                          MR. PETERSON
                                Well, we'd love to have you baby-
                                sit again. Maybe next Saturday?
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (hastily)
                                Oh, no. I mean, I'm busy next
                                Saturday. And I think...a lot of
                                Saturdays, actually.
                      
                                          MR. PETERSON
                                Too bad. You can always give us a
                                call when you're available.
                      
                      He glances over her shoulder. In the road, there's an idling
                      1968 Dodge Charger with a TEENAGE BOY--Steve--behind the
                      wheel.
                      
                                          MR. PETERSON (CONT'D)
                                Loverboy is waiting. Have a nice
                                night.
                      
                                           ERICA
                                You too.
                      
                      Mr. Peterson closes the door.
                      
                      Erica turns and strides in none-too-leisurely fashion toward
                      the car.
                      
                      
                      INT. CAR -- NIGHT -- MOMENTS LATER
                      
                      She slides into the passenger seat.
                      
                                          STEVE
                                How were the rugrat twins?
                      
                                          ERICA
                                I'm very glad I'm not a little kid
                                anymore.
                      
                                           STEVE
                                Why?
                      
                                          ERICA
                                Don't you remember being scared of
                                monsters when you were a kid? Like
                                you thought you could see them
                                everywhere?
                      
                                          STEVE
                                No. Do you?
                      
                      Erica thinks for a moment.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                Not really.
                      
                                          STEVE
                                We probably were scared of `em.
                                Kids forget stuff like that when
                                they get older.
                      
                                          ERICA
                                    (whatever)
                                I guess, Steve.
                      
                      Steve shifts the car into gear. Begins adjusting the heater
                      buttons.
                      
                      CLOSE ON Erica's face, lost in thought.
                      
                      On a strange impulse, she slowly turns her head.
                      
                      Looks into the backseat area.
                      
                      Where a fleshy GREEN BLOB sits quietly. Two large white eyes
                      staring out from a scaly, bulbous body the size of a beanbag
                      chair.
                      
                      A voice erupts from a black maw, full of unearthly cheer:
                      
                                             MONSTER
                                Hi, there!
                      
                                                                          BLACK
                      
                                                       END

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                      • #12
                        Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

                        Code:
                        [b]Hell Dame[/b]
                        
                        EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT
                        
                        It is still just barely twilight. A car travels along the
                        road, alone.
                        
                        INT. CAR - NIGHT
                        
                        DIEGO BOWERS, in his early twenties, is alone in the car. The
                        radio is playing some eerie Halloween music.
                        
                        When his cellphone rings, he glances at the Caller ID display
                        and turns the radio off. He speaks into his phone.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Hey, amigo.
                        
                                              TRENT (V.O.)
                                         (on phone)
                                  Man, the party is cranking up. The
                                  girls are unbelievably hot. Where are
                                  you?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  I see the house straight ahead. Hey,
                                  who else is there from the company?
                        
                        Diego hears loud static on his phone.
                        
                                              TRENT (V.O.)
                                         (faintly, on phone)
                                  What? You're breaking up. Get your
                                  butt on down here to Hell.
                        
                        Diego clicks the phone off.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Down here to Hell? That's dramatic.
                        
                        He turns into a long, winding driveway to the house.
                        
                                              DIEGO (CONT'D)
                                  It would seem that the road to Hell is
                                  neither broad nor straight.
                        
                        EXT. DRIVEWAY - NIGHT
                        
                        Diego's car stops at a huge hand-painted sign on the lawn.
                        Small lights shaped like jack-o'-lanterns are perched on top
                        of the sign, which reads, with blood-dripping letters:
                        
                        "PARK HERE - If You Dare!"
                        
                        and has a bloody arrow pointing to the right.
                        
                        Diego's car makes a turn toward the designated parking
                        location and pulls up next to the only other car there.
                        
                        EXT. PARKING AREA - NIGHT
                        
                        Twilight has now faded, and the light is very dim.
                        
                        Just as Diego is getting out of his car, a large pickup truck
                        roars up and stops.
                        
                        A couple, GINGER and DUNCAN, step out of the truck.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Diego, is that you?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Yeah, present.
                        
                        Big outside lights attached to the house snap on and
                        illuminate the parking area so brightly that it is almost
                        like daytime.
                        
                        Diego is dressed as Quasimodo, with a padded hump. His tunic
                        has a blood-stained ax on the front.
                        
                        Ginger and Duncan, both in their twenties, are a handsome
                        couple. She is dressed as a medieval damsel with a brimless
                        conical hat that has a thin, transparent scarf draping from
                        it. Duncan is a court jester with pointy shoes.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Are we early? I thought we were
                                  running late.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  That new guy Trent at the company
                                  called me just now and said the party
                                  had started already. I could hear
                                  voices and a lot of party noise.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  So where're all the cars?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  That's his next to your truck.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  That accounts for you, us, and Trent.
                                  Are people parking somewhere else?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Beats me. Nice costumes, by the way.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Thanks.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                         (laughing)
                                  A hint for future reference. Don't try
                                  to wear pointy shoes and drive a truck.
                                  I nearly had two wrecks.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                         (to Diego)
                                  What is your costume?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Quasimodo.
                        
                        They walk through an open gate into a yard.
                        
                        EXT. YARD - NIGHT
                        
                        The house and the yard are a marvel of Halloween decoration.
                        
                        A string of small Halloween lanterns runs along the eaves of
                        the house. Large cutouts of bats dangle below these.
                        
                        A cauldron with an effigy of a witch sits just inside the
                        gate. An enormous black spider crouches on a large bird bath.
                        Smaller but still giant spiders occupy mushrooms along the
                        sidewalk.
                        
                        Mannequins of ghosts populate the yard, and goblins peek from
                        behind gravestones.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Wow, definitely a theme party.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Look at that big hairy spider - and
                                  those grotesque goblins! They look so
                                  scary and real. I think I'll go touch
                                  one of them.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  Are you sure, babe? You might make it
                                  come to life. I think I saw one move -
                                  that one over there!
                        
                        He pokes her in the ribs.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Hey, you dork, you court fool. You're
                                  more likely to get scared than I am.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Damn! I forgot my executioner's mask
                                  in the car. You guys go on. I'll catch
                                  up.
                        
                        EXT. PARKING AREA - NIGHT
                        
                        Diego opens his car door. He reaches into the front seat and
                        pulls out his mask.
                        
                        He puts on the mask, tries to adjust it, gives up, and stuffs
                        it into his pocket. He walks toward the gate.
                        
                        EXT. YARD - NIGHT
                        
                        Just as Diego steps through the gate, the outside lights
                        power down to about half their previous intensity.
                        
                        The yard is now shadowy and creepy. The face of the witch by
                        the cauldron leers at him with malignance. The giant spider
                        on the bird bath appears poised to pounce on him.
                        
                        Diego steps quickly past these gruesome figures. When he
                        comes up even with a tall tombstone, he glimpses a blurred
                        movement behind it. Terrified, he jumps back off the walk and
                        freezes.
                        
                        He stares at the tombstone long and hard but sees nothing.
                        Finally he takes a step forward onto the walk.
                        
                        A head with backward-curving horns and a twisted face pokes
                        out from behind the tombstone and looks at him.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                         (his voice trembling)
                                  Yes? Are you coming inside to the
                                  party?... Say, don't I know you?... I
                                  give up. Who are you?
                        
                        The head withdraws slowly and silently. Diego turns and
                        hurries toward the door with a nervous glance backward.
                        
                        EXT. DOORWAY OF HOUSE - NIGHT
                        
                        Diego presses the doorbell. His finger is barely off the
                        button when the door flies open.
                        
                        Eerie Halloween music plays inside.
                        
                        HELDA stands before him. Beautiful and seductive, she appears
                        to be in her twenties. The curves of her body are faintly
                        visible beneath the thin silky material of her costume.
                        
                        Almost before Diego can take in this delightful vision, TRENT,
                        who is dressed as a drunk or a bum, moves like a flash to
                        Helda's side and drapes his arm over her shoulders.
                        
                                              TRENT
                                  Diego! Welcome to Hell! Duncan and
                                  Ginger have just arrived. Allow me to
                                  introduce the hostess of this party.
                                  This is Helda, "la belle dame sans
                                  merci" herself and the mistress of
                                  this domain. Helda, this is my pal
                                  Diego from work.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  First he has to ask permission to
                                  enter, like everyone else. Diego, do
                                  you wish to come into Hell?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  If that's where the party is, I say, 
                                  Party on, devils." Yeah, let me in.
                        
                        INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
                        
                        Diego steps inside the house.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  Trent, go circulate with the guests,
                                  and let me get to know Diego.
                        
                        Trent goes off toward the bar, where about ten people,
                        including Duncan and Ginger, have gathered. All are in
                        Halloween costumes.
                        
                        Diego and Helda step out of the doorway and stand next to the
                        mantel of a fireplace.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Nice house. Thanks for inviting me and
                                  Trent's other friends from work. 
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  Trent has told me about you. I thought
                                  you might like to play with us tonight.
                                  I like the Quasimodo getup. But isn't
                                  it politically incorrect?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Most definitely. But, then, isn't
                                  Halloween a time to release ourselves
                                  from many kinds of inhibitions?
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  Why, Quasi, I do believe you're coming
                                  on to me.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Not if you and Trent are a number.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  He's an old friend, nothing more. Why
                                  don't you get a drink, and then you
                                  and I can resume our game and pick up
                                  the pace, too, if you would like.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Oh, I have a question. I saw someone
                                  in your yard. I think he was wearing a
                                  goblin mask. At least, my God, I hope
                                  it was a mask. He was hiding behind a
                                  tombstone.
                        
                        Ginger and Duncan appear at Diego's side.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  I know who that is. He's a prankster
                                  who likes to scare people.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Helda, I wanted to tell you how
                                  wonderful your decorations are. Those
                                  fake tombstones are fantastic. They're
                                  so real-looking.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  Why do you think they're fake? That's
                                  a family cemetery out there.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  What! Well, that explains it.
                                         (to Duncan)
                                  Let's go get a drink.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  I need one. I've only been here three
                                  minutes, and already two people have
                                  stepped on my shoes.
                                         (to the women)
                                  Ladies, excuse us.
                        
                        They move across the room toward the end of the bar.
                        
                        INT. BAR - NIGHT
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                         (to Duncan)
                                  Go get Ginger. We have to make a run
                                  for it out of here. Right now.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  What?
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Do you remember that guy Wally Judson
                                  who mailed in his resignation to the
                                  company about a year ago?
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  Wally - yeah, sure. Nobody ever knew
                                  what happened to him. He was a real
                                  swinging dick. People thought he
                                  probably ran off with somebody's wife.
                        
                                              TRENT (O.S.)
                                  Boys, let us explain.
                        
                        Diego and Duncan turn around. Trent is holding Ginger by the
                        arm. She struggles ineffectively. Helda stands next to them.
                        
                        The other Halloween revelers join the confrontation.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  Wally did not want to join our little
                                  band last Halloween. Oh, yes, it's an
                                  annual thing. Wally seemed so
                                  promising. What a disappointment.
                        
                                              TRENT
                                  He chose to be a goblin every day
                                  instead of a beautiful person once a
                                  year.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  But you, Trent, we work with you. We
                                  see you all the time.
                        
                                              HELDA
                                  We need someone like Trent on the
                                  outside. You can join Wally, or you
                                  can have fun with us. And since this
                                  is Hell, and anything goes, we're very
                                  LGBT and DC here.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  DC? What's that?
                        
                                              TRENT
                                  "Don't care." Now, pair off with
                                  somebody new and have some fun. You
                                  should fit right in with us. You're
                                  millennials - it's not a stretch.
                        
                        The front door flies open with a loud crash. WALLY stands in
                        the doorway, holding a small tombstone as a battering ram. He
                        throws it aside and waves a "follow me" signal at the group.
                        
                        Diego, Duncan, and Ginger run toward him and go out through
                        the doorway.
                        
                        Wally is in work coveralls and has a sack hanging from his
                        shoulder. He pulls a bottle with a rag in it from the sack
                        and quickly lights the Molotov cocktail with a cigarette
                        lighter. He throws it between himself and the Halloween group.
                        He flees through the door.
                        
                        EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
                        
                        Wally climbs a ladder up to the roof and pulls the ladder up
                        after him. He tosses another Molotov cocktail below toward
                        the door.
                        
                        EXT. PARKING AREA OF HOUSE - NIGHT
                        
                        Duncan, Ginger, and Diego pile into Duncan's truck.
                        
                                              GINGER
                                  Your car!
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Rubber and scrap iron. Let's go.
                        
                        EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT
                        
                        Wally dances madly on the roof as the house burns.
                        
                        INT. TRUCK - NIGHT
                        
                        The truck speeds along the country road. No one says anything
                        for a while.
                        
                                              DIEGO
                                  Well, that was different.
                        
                                              DUNCAN
                                  I wonder what's on cable tonight.
                                  Maybe something Halloweenish.

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                          Re: Entries - Halloween 2015 contest [adult content warning]

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                          [b]Found Footage[/b]
                          
                          BLACK SCREEN.
                          
                          A VW camper emblazoned with 1960s flower-power colors
                          approaches down a narrow country track.
                          
                          Tinny and distant, Help Me Rhonda by The Beach Boys thumps
                          from the camper's decks... the camera wobbles momentarily
                          and then we are back into a BLACK SCREEN.
                          
                          INT. VW CAMPER - CONTINUOUS
                          
                          SILENCE.
                          
                          Another pov, a different picture, more grainy this time. We
                          seem to be looking at dashboard cassette player, the camera
                          wobbles slightly. A slim hand intrudes on our pov and
                          withdraws an audio cassette from the deck.
                          
                          Pull back to see a wider viewpoint in the colors of Super 8
                          film.
                          
                          A beautiful college graduate with auburn hair. Her t-shirt
                          reads, "trust me, I'm a social anthropologist..." This is
                          Sissy. It was clearly her hand reaching out to the cassette
                          deck.
                          
                          Suddenly, we get a blast of audio, loud and a bit scratchy
                          but clear enough to discern muffled laughter.
                          
                                                 SISSY
                                     It's the in the 1990s! I want to
                                     listen to Nirvana and feel all-grunged-
                                     out people.
                          
                          Meantime Luke, super laid back, a California surfer-dude in
                          the vein of Gary Busey in Big Wednesday reads out loud and a
                          touch dramatically from a tourist brochure in the back of
                          the wagon.
                          
                                                 LUKE
                                     Welcome to un-spoiled New England.
                          
                          Jason, firmly the driver, rolls his eyes as he glances back
                          at his girlfriend, Beth. Sitting opposite Luke... she
                          proudly wears her NY Film School t-shirt.
                          
                                                 LUKE (CONT'D)
                                     Home of cod fishing and the Salem
                                     Witch Trials.
                          
                          An itchy beat.
                          
                                                 LUKE (CONT'D)
                                     How long before we get there people?
                          
                          EXT. VW CAMPER - WOODS - NIGHT
                          
                          Seated before a burning log. Beth reads her book on film
                          editing. Luke attempting one-armed press-ups on the dry earth.
                          Sissy slips off her t-shirt, apparently unconscious of the
                          effect she has on anybody when she does this. Jason notices
                          she has large breasts but quickly turns away when Beth gives
                          him the evil eye.
                          
                          Smoke is funneling up into the heavens.  Jason catches Beth's
                          eye. She beckons him...
                          
                          EXT. THE WOODS - MOMENTS LATER
                          
                          Beth and Jason in the woods, walking...
                          
                                                BETH.
                                    I don't have a script Jason. I lied
                                    about that part, I've always wanted
                                    to film something back home, well,
                                    this is nearly back home, I thought
                                    it might inspire me.
                          
                          Suddenly startled.
                          
                                                 BETH
                                    Oh my god!
                          
                          Nestled in a depression we see an trailer smeared in woodland
                          slime.
                          
                                                BETH (CONT'D)
                                    Do you think somebody still lives
                                    there?
                          
                                                JASON
                                    Seems like it's been abandoned here.
                                    I wonder who towed it out here?
                          
                          INT. TRAILER - MOMENTS LATER
                          
                          POV. A shot of a small table inside the trailer. Four video
                          cassettes are neatly stacked on the table. The rest is dust
                          and old battered cabinets, but the place seems intact.
                          
                          Jason swings open the door and switches on his flashlight,
                          waves it all around picking out features in the beam.
                          Cabinets and sealed cupboards, years of decay. The beam
                          picks out the cassette tapes...
                          
                          EXT. VW CAMPER - MORNING
                          
                          A smoke trail rises in the gloom. Embers glow as a breeze
                          blows into camp. Luke wakes and shakes off the sleep, he
                          seems disturbed...
                          
                          Everybody else is tucked up inside their sleeping bags and
                          out for the count. Luke crawls out of the his sleeping bag
                          and still wearing yesterday's clothes, stands up.
                          
                          SILENCE.
                          
                          And that's when he sees the trailer.
                          
                          INT. TRAILER - MORNING
                          
                          Luke sitting at a table in turning over the cassettes.
                          
                          His attention shifts to a cabinet in the corner, it's box-
                          shaped with wooden doors. He clicks open a door and we see
                          a TV screen.
                          
                          Moments later he is outside again, at the rear of the trailer,
                          he finds a small generator, covered up by plastic sheets and
                          a piece of tarp, he follows a power cable with his eyes tha
                          leads up to the trailer.
                          
                          EXT. VW CAMPER - MOMENTS LATER
                          
                          Beth snap awake. Listens.  The distinct low thrum of a small
                          generator.
                          
                          INT. TRAILER - MID-MORNING
                          
                          Luke presses play. We watch the reflection of the images on
                          the screen begin to dance on the faces of Sissy, Luke, Jason
                          and Beth as they huddle in. The shadows begin to fade as
                          the morning sun suddenly breaks into the trailer displacing
                          the gloom.
                          
                                                 SISSY
                                     Weird, you know... I wonder who made
                                     these?
                          
                                                  LUKE
                                     All four cassettes. They seem
                                     identical, like copies of the same
                                     film, but if you watch carefully,
                                     they're the same plot but with
                                     different people dressed up in those
                                     weird robes.
                          
                                                 JASON
                                     Why's everybody wearing masks?
                          
                          Luke presses forward and the tape whirs ahead... jagged lines
                          leap up and down the screen.
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    We always meet this dude eventually,
                                    dressed like the Prince of Darkness
                                    ...or some such **** like that...
                          
                                                BETH
                                    That cloak's like one I've got in
                                    the camper. We've got a lot of
                                    costumes in the van I borrowed from
                                    our props dept, some of them look
                                    similar at least.
                          
                          Sissy stares over at Beth, she seems unsettled.
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    Then he ties that girl up next,
                                    against the tree. It's the same
                                    tree as one over there. It all
                                    happened right here, in the clearing
                                    out there. There's four of them but
                                    somebody else is holding the camera
                                    and filming them. We never see that
                                    dude. He probably beats off whilst
                                    it's all going down.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    Luke!
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    Just telling it how it probaby is
                                    Beth...wow... watch this next bit
                                    now... watch...it's as creepy as
                                    hell.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    I've seen enough. Turn it off...
                                    okay... or I'm out of here.
                          
                          Beth continues to watch.
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    The girl in that black robe ****
                                    stabs this dude. Anyhow, seems like
                                    that a girl, you can see she's got
                                    quite large breasts under that robe...
                                    it's a bit grainy here.
                          
                                                JASON
                                    I missed that, can you wind it back...
                          
                          Beth punches Jason's arm.
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    Her throat is slit first, then he
                                    runs off but seems to be the main
                                    killer, the one driving it all, but
                                    then... watch... he changes, now
                                    he's come to his senses or something
                                    and so he runs away but the camera
                                    drops to the floor and somebody chases
                                    him. Compels him to come back.
                          
                          Luke runs the tape on...
                          
                                                SISSY
                                    What could compel somebody to act
                                    like that, surely it's all just
                                    acting.
                          
                                                   JASON
                                    Evil.  Evil might compel somebody.
                          
                                                 LUKE
                                    You don't want to watch that part,
                                    boys and girls, it's way too
                                    disturbing, the way he is screaming,
                                    and then... the dude doing most of
                                    the killing becomes a victim, see,
                                    he gets his mask torn off after her
                                    runs up to plead with the camera, e
                                    by somebody and then, this is
                                    poignant, he stares into the camera.
                                    That's the closest you get to pathos.
                                    Right there.
                          
                                                JASON
                                    I think we should turn these tapes
                                    in. Pathos doesn't quite nail it
                                    man. Creepy and weird is more in
                                    the ballpark.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    Why did you say he gets it.  Earlier.
                                    Like he knows?
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    I don't know Beth... but look at his
                                    face in freeze frame. Like he's
                                    worked it all out.
                          
                          Jason jumps back.  Panicky.
                          
                                                JASON
                                    I know that guy. Is he the only one
                                    whose mask comes off.
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    Yeah man, every time?
                          
                                                JASON
                                    I know him from somewhere, it's hard
                                    to tell when the picture is so grainy.
                          
                                                SISSY
                                    We could film the same scene, we're
                                    here, Beth has her camcorder and a
                                    Super 8. You could then enter it
                                    as your film assignment Beth.
                          
                          Beth stares in close at the frozen frame of the guy staring
                          into the camera moments before death.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    Wouldn't that be cheating?
                          
                                                JASON
                                    Of course not.
                          
                                                SISSY
                                    Oh come on, that's what being a film
                                    student is all about, surely, filming
                                    outrageous stuff and passing it off
                                    as yours and original art to get
                                    maximum attention whilst stealing
                                    from every other film makers work.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    I guess the acting isn't that strong
                                    on the tape, I mean, it's not Brando,
                                    it's not even Matt Dillon. People
                                    don't die staring at the camera like
                                    that, they drool more for one thing.
                                    I mean... You could do much better
                                    Luke... and even you can look even
                                    more ghastly and fear-struck than
                                    that dude was Jason.
                          
                                                SISSY
                                    Except, Beth, if that tape is real,
                                    that would mean that's the best piece
                                    of acting done by any dying person
                                    to date.
                          
                                                 BETH
                                    Yeah, but he's a nobody so who would
                                    really care?
                          
                                                JASON
                                    Fear-struck huh.
                          
                                                BETH
                                    Just a term we sometimes use. I
                                    used it in my essay on horror forty-
                                    eight times. I think I got some
                                    extra marks. My tutor even said it
                                    was 'prescient' in terms of my work
                                    to come. Whatever that means?
                          
                                                LUKE
                                    Sounds like he was impressed.
                          
                                                SISSY
                                    We should just go ahead and burn
                                    those cassettes afterwards, you can't
                                    be too careful when it comes to
                                    plagiarism.
                          
                                                JASON
                                    I agree.
                          
                          EXT. VW CAMPER - THE NIGHT BEFORE FILMING
                          
                          Everybody tense. Beth is trying to dose off.  When Jason
                          lies down next to her, she turns away.
                          
                          Luke rolling a cigarette. As he licks it slowly, he watches
                          everything and everybody. The dark of the woods seems to
                          roll fold down around them. The embers fade out.
                          
                          EXT. WOODS - CLEARING - MORNING
                          
                          Bloodcurdling screams. Everybody is dressed up and masked,
                          running around like crazy.
                          
                          But it vibes strange, and it feels too real, like in the
                          cassette version, what appears to be Sissy chases after what
                          appears to be Luke, both are dressed in robes, and masked.
                          
                          As he stumbles she stabs him.  For real?
                          
                          Beth is tied up against a tree, she is screaming, and then
                          into shot comes somebody that fits the build of Jason. The
                          camera chases after him, he stops looks back, and then returns
                          to stand in front of Beth.
                          
                          She is breathing through the material of the mask, sucking
                          it in and out against her mouth, we can't tell what she's
                          thinking, and then Jason raises his knife and slashes...
                          
                          As he turns towards the camera we realize that there's a
                          fourth person here, the camera operator.
                          
                          Slowly the camera is placed down anticipating Jason's next
                          move, as he runs off camera, trying to get away, somebody
                          gives chase, just a shadow.
                          
                          Jason returns, seemingly under a kind of trance, something
                          is compelling him to act, he flops down in front of the
                          camera, just like the guy in the cassettes.
                          
                          And the mask is ripped off, it is Jason, he looks at the
                          camera, for a bride moment, we look into his eyes, it's just
                          like Luke said... it as though he finally gets it, gets the
                          craziness, the plot, why everybody is dead...
                          
                          Just before his own throat is cut. But then again, it is
                          somewhat grainy, we cannot be absolutely sure this was Jason.
                          
                          STATIC AND SNOW PLAY ON SCREEN
                          
                          INT. TRAILER - POV JUST IN FRONT OF TABLE.
                          
                          Somebody is sitting off-camera, we sense them, a hand inside
                          a black glove reaches forward and places a fifth cassette on
                          the table, close to the other four. Sounds that are difficult
                          to discern.
                          
                          We hear somebody playing with technical kit, a camcorder
                          perhaps? And then footsteps. Somebody leaving the trailer.
                          The door clicks shut.
                          
                          After a few moments, a cough, is there somebody else there.
                          The camera wobbles and then dips towards the floor, we see
                          floor tiles, and then we hear a click that takes us into
                          BLACK.

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