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  • #16
    Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

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    THE REUNION
    
    FADE IN:
    
    EXT. NEW YORK - EAST 85TH STREET - NIGHT
    
    Ritzy brown apartments and townhouses abound. Fallen leaves
    carpet the ground. The cold streets are barren, except for--
    
    THREE BOYS donning Halloween costumes moving down the
    sidewalk. On the left is RANDY (10), chubby. His Spiderman
    outfit can barely contain his belly.
    
    In the middle: MIKE (10), average build. He wears the EXACT
    SAME Spiderman outfit as Randy.
    
    Last is TOBY (8), puny. He dons a Bale-esque Batman costume;
    its pointy ears much too large for his head.
    
                         TOBY
               Randy, why are we so far uptown?
    
                         RANDY
               I'm telling you, the rich folks
               here give out wads of cash, Faberge
               eggs, all sorts of neat stuff.
    
    Toby looks a bit worried by the desolate surroundings.
    
                         MIKE
               We've knocked on six doors so far
               and nothing. I bet it's these
               stupid costumes. Dammit, Randy, I
               told you I was going as Spiderman.
    
                         RANDY
               I thought you were going as
               Aquaman.
                         MIKE
               Aquaman's gay.
    
                         TOBY
               I thought the Green Lantern was
               gay.
    
                         MIKE
               They're all gay!
    
                         RANDY
               I think it's kinda cool. I could be
               Spiderman, and you can be like
               bizarro Spiderman.
    
                         MIKE
               If anyone's bizarro Spiderman, it's
               you. You come from the alternate
               reality where Peter Parker ate Mary
               Jane.
    
                        RANDY
               Shut up, Mike.
    
    The streets grow eerily darker as the boys approach a row of
    busted lamp posts. Toby's face grows fearful. He acquires a
    gold necklace and locket, softly massaging it. Mike notices:
    
                        MIKE
              Dude, you're still carrying that.
    
                        TOBY
              ... Ya, so?
    
    Mike sighs. He abruptly halts. The other two brake as well.
    
                        MIKE
              Toby, I liked your mom. She was
              cool as hell, but you're never
              gonna get over it if you keep
              carrying that thing around all day.
              It's been two years already.
    
    Toby looks dismal.
    
                        MIKE (CONT'D)
              Look, you have to move on. Now
              promise me you'll leave that thing
              in your room and keep it there.
    
    Toby gets a little teary-eyed. He reluctantly nods in
    agreement. Mike and Randy move on.
    
    Toby flips open the locket, revealing a stunning 40-year-old
    blonde, beaming, holding a younger, laughing Toby.
    
    The boys pass by a shady, rundown candy store. The windows
    are boarded up. The decrepit lettering above reads "Tyrell's
    Treats." An additional two stories sit above. The trio halt.
    
                        TOBY
              What is this place?
    
    Randy peers inside, pressing his belly up against the glass.
    
                        MIKE
              Tyrell's Treats. Sounds familiar.
    
                        RANDY
              Mike, there's still candy in here!
              A bunch of M&M's boxes are just
              laying on the counter!
    
    Without hesitation, Randy opens the rusty security gate and
    steps inside the death trap.
    
                        MIKE
              Come on, Toby. We might get a score
              tonight after all.
    
                        TOBY
              No. This place looks creepy. Let's
              just go.
    
    Mike steps inside. Toby stands frightened. A beat. He
    reluctantly follows Mike, clutching his 'lil necklace.
    
    INT. TYRELL'S TREATS - NIGHT
    
    The trio carefully move about the dilapidated store, BUMPING
    into a few dusty boxes. The air is noticeably musty.
    
                        MIKE
              Toby, get your iphone light out.
    
    Toby acquires his blue iphone. He taps it, points the screen
    ahead. The trio gather around a filthy table. Randy looks
    puzzled. A few ancient M&M's cartons lay on the counter.
    
                        MIKE (CONT'D)
              Some score this is. Always thinkin'
              with your stomach.
    
    He SLAPS Randy upside the head. Randy winces in pain.
    
    Mike moves for the door. He TUGS on the gate -- jammed. He
    motions for assistance. The three boys GRIMACE as they pull
    with all their might. Suddenly, CRACK. The handle breaks
    free. The trio TUMBLE to the floor. They dust themselves off.
    
                        MIKE (CONT'D)
              There's gotta be a back door.
    
    Mike forces Randy to lead the way. Toby holds up his iphone.
    
    The boys brake at a dusty portrait on the wall. It's of a
    bearded man (50's) wearing a candy store apron. He's posing
    with some kids -- joyless expressions etched on their faces.
    
                        MIKE (CONT'D)
              I remember now. This was Old Man
              Tyrell's shop. Psycho used this
              place to lure kids. Strangled a
              bunch of 'em back in the 70's.
    
                        TOBY
              Stop it, Mike. You're scaring me.
    
                         MIKE
               Jesus, relax, he's dead. He got the
               chair back in eighty-two.
    
    INT. TYRELL'S TREATS - 1ST FLOOR HALLWAY
    
    The trio TUG on a few grimy wooden doors, but all are locked.
    A staircase leads upstairs. A steel wireframe gate stands
    between them.
    
                         MIKE
               We'll get out the fire escape.
    
    Just as Mike opens the gate, an icy BREEZE moves through the
    hallway. The three look at one another, a bit worried.
    
    INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY
    
    More wireframe mesh lines the walls. The trio tiptoe along.
    They spot flickering lights escaping from underneath a door.
    
                         RANDY
               Is someone still living here?
    
                         MIKE
               Maybe Meth addicts. But I doubt it.
    
    Mike JIGGLES the knob, swings open the mysterious door.
    
    INT. LAB
    
    The boys step inside, astonished by the sight ahead of them.
    Pulsating white lights reflect off their faces.
    
    It's a dim, makeshift science lab. Monitoring stations,
    oscilloscopes and old IBM computer screens abound.
    A large, gold Victorian mirror stands in the center of the
    room. Thousands of multi-colored wires are hooked up to its
    frame; half lead to readouts, half to bulky generators.
    
                         TOBY
               What is this place?
    
    Unbeknownst to the boys, the door behind them silently swings
    closed, revealing a DARK FIGURE standing in the corner.
    
                         DARK FIGURE
               I'm glad you could make it, boys.
    
    The startled boys spin around, hugging one another in fright.
    
    Out from the shadows steps JOE TYRELL (40), scruff. He hasn't
    bathed in ages. He's a spitting image of his pops. He wears
    an old mechanics outfit.
    
                         MIKE
               Gee, I'm sorry, Mister. We didn't
               know anyone was livin' here. We'll
               just be on our way now--
    
                         JOE
               Why not stay for the big reunion.
               Dad's finally comin' home tonight.
    
                         RANDY
               Dad? From where?
    
                         JOE
               From hell of course.
    
    The boys turn to one another -- EEK. They promptly DASH for
    the door. Toby escapes, but Joe SNAGS Mike and Randy by the
    arms. The two boys try to wrestle away to no avail.
    
    INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY
    
    Toby hunkers down in a corner, WEEPING from fright, clutching
    his beloved `lil necklace.
    
    INT. LAB
    
    Randy and Mike are bound with duct tape, wriggling on the
    floor. Joe hammers away on a filthy keyboard like a pro.
    
                         MIKE
               Let us go you psycho!
    
                         JOE
               Sorry, boys. I require human
               biological material of equal mass
               to complete the inter-dimensional
               exchange. Together, you boys should
               be about one-eigty. That'll do...
               All right. Here we go.
    
    He taps F10. A blur of obscure code scrolls down the screen.
    
    The generators rev up, BUZZING loudly. Oscilloscopes spike.
    Voltage readouts max out as--
    
    Electricity begins to ARC across the surface of the mirror.
    Suddenly, WOOSH. The silver surface turns solid black,
    causing a RUSH of air. Loose papers swirl. The noise is
    DEAFENING. Joe checks his instruments.
    
                         JOE (CONT'D)
               Pressure differential at the event
               horizon is a little bit more than I
               expected! But the semi-permeable
               membrane should keep it in check!
    
    Joe snags a macabre, leather-bound black tome and stands in
    front of the mirror/portal. He begins to CHANT in Latin:
    
                         JOE (CONT'D)
               Amor vincit omnia! Semper fidelis!
               Caveat emptor! Aere perennius!
    
    TWO HELLISH HANDS begin to push though the portal's event
    horizon like it was made of black latex.
    
    Mike and Randy are FREAKED OUT.
    
                         JOE (CONT'D)
               All right, boys. In ya go.
    
    Joe DRAGS them closer. Mike and Randy scream in terror:
    
                         MIKE, RANDY
               Toby! Help! Please!
    
    INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY
    
    Toby remains hunkered, paralyzed by fear.
    
                         MIKE, RANDY (O.S.)
               Toby!
    
    Toby WEEPS, squeezing his precious necklace for dear life.
    
                         TOBY
               Mama. Please. I need you.
    
    He holds the locket close to his heart. A warm beat. He
    summons up the courage... LEAPS forward.
    
    INT. LAB
    
    Toby BURSTS in. Joe's just about to toss Mike through the
    portal.
    
                         TOBY
               Noo!
    
    Toby charges Joe. He tries to tackle him, but is violently
    THROWN to the floor. Toby pops back up. He approaches a
    computer terminal and begins mashing the keyboard.
    
                         JOE
               Get away from there!
    
    Joe DROPS Mike. Randy quickly wraps a bundle of power cords
    around Joe's leg. As Joe moves for Toby, he trips, CRASHING
    to the floor.
    
    Joe's bloodshot eyes widen in terror. He looks behind him--
    
    His foot has CROSSED THE EVENT HORIZON. He quickly tries to
    pull it out but is instead DRAGGED through the hellish portal
    with a BLOODCURDLING SCREAM.
    
    The cables attached to Joe's leg rapidly unspool and are TORN
    from their sockets. SPARKS RAIN DOWN. Instruments go berserk.
    Smoke billows from the chugging generators.
    
    Toby finds a box cutter and quickly cuts Mike and Randy free.
    
                        MIKE
              We have to get outta here! This
              thing's gonna blow!
    
    INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY
    
    The three boys race towards a boarded up window. Mike finds a
    2x4 and hands it to Randy. He begins prying the board loose.
    
    Suddenly, a resounding THUD emerges from the lab -- SOMETHING
    HAS FALLEN OUT.
    
    The boys stare in fear down the strobing hallway as an old
    man, dressed in NYC prison unis steps into view -- It's OLD
    MAN TYRELL. He's dripping in pink goo, like he just came out
    of the womb. He stares at the boys. A terrifying beat. He
    STUMBLES towards them.
    
    The boys are boxed in. Tyrell closes in, now only a few steps
    away. Mike spots a severed power cable protruding from the
    wall. He pulls it out and jams it into Old Man Tyrell's gut,
    ELECTROCUTING him. He PLUMMETS to the ground, twitching.
    
    Randy finally pries off the plywood board. The boys climb
    onto the fire escape.
    
    EXT. TYRELL'S TREATS - ALLEY - NIGHT
    
    The trio hustle down the ladder. They finally reach ground.
    Toby frantically feels around his costume.
    
                        TOBY
              Oh no! My necklace! I have to go
              back for it!--
    
                        MIKE
              Toby!... Let it go, dude.
    
    Toby looks up to the pulsating 2nd floor window. A somber
    beat.
    
                          TOBY
              Bye mama.
    
    The three boys tear down the leaf-covered sidewalk.
    
    INT. LAB
    
    It's CHAOS. Generators are ablaze. Readouts flicker wildly.
    Dozens of hellish hands stretch the portal's black membrane.
    
    Toby's necklace lays in the foreground. The locket is open,
    revealing the warm image inside. Suddenly, the locket begins
    to GLOW WHITE HOT. The ivory aura spreads like a virus,
    ENGULFING the floor, walls, roof and equipment. Fade to
    white.
    
    INT. CAR - DAY
    
    Toby's DAD drives. He's 40ish, clean cut, all-American. A
    despondent Toby sits in the passenger seat.
    
                         DAD
               I can't believe you. Breaking into
               condemned buildings. Almost being
               killed by some Meth addict. I knew
               those friends of yours were
               trouble. You're never to see those
               boys again. Understand?
    
    Toby remains dismal. Out the window, a massive crowd has
    gathered, blocking out E 85th Street. The sedan pulls over.
    
    EXT. TYRELL'S TREATS - DAY
    
    Toby snakes to the front of the mob -- bewildered expressions
    etched on their faces. He stands astonished by the scene.
    
    "Tyrell's Treats" is no more. The entire building has been
    overhauled. The facade is glistening white. The windows
    sparkle. The sign now reads "Toby's Corner." It's a daycare.
    
    INT. TOBY'S CORNER - DAY
    
    A BELL signals Toby's entrance. He moves about in awe. Cribs,
    rocking horses and huge teddy bears abound. From the ceiling
    hang plush planets wearing warm smiles.
    
    Toby's dad enters, dumbfounded. A few other patrons join him.
    
    Toby moves over to the wall. The dusty portrait of Old Man
    Tyrell has been replaced with a photo-enlarged pic of the
    tender scene in Toby's locket. He plucks the portrait off the
    wall and hugs it tight, teary-eyed.
    
                         TOBY
               I'll always love you, mama.
    
    
                                                     FADE OUT

    Nobody knows nothing, and I'm nobody.

    Oh Those Hot Summer Nights script contest
    5 pages, deadline next Sunday

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    • #17
      Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

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      BUTTERFLIES
      
      EXT. GARDEN - DAY
      
      Picture perfect. Lush with color. The late Autumn sun paints
      everything in a golden hue.
      
      A woman prunes a rose bush. She's in her early sixties, with
      a natural grace and serenity undented by the dirt and sweat.
      
      Her name is ELLA.
      
      She throws the trimmings into a burning barrel. Wipes her
      brow with her shirt sleeve. It's a man's shirt. Too big, and
      worn with age. She wears it unbuttoned, like a jacket.
      
      She loses herself in thought for a moment, then draws the
      shirt up to her face. She closes her eyes and takes in the
      scent.
      
      When her eyes open, they're filled with tears. She wipes them
      dry with her sleeve.
      
                          ELLA
                Oh, Scott... Damn it.
      
      A large Monarch BUTTERFLY lands on her arm. Vibrant orange
      and black markings. Ella laughs.
      
                          ELLA
                Hello there young man. Come to
                cheer me up?
      
      The butterfly flaps its wings, revealing an unexpected flash
      of green on the underside.
      
                          ELLA
                Well, you're an unusual one now,
                aren't you?
      
      The butterfly floats up off her arm, and hovers near her
      face. A loud voice breaks the moment:
      
                          WOMAN (O.C.)
                Mom!
      
      -- The butterfly flies off. Ella sighs. The butterfly
      disappears into the foliage.
      
                          WOMAN (O.C.)
                Mom!
      
      Ella turns, wearily, to greet her daughter, OLIVIA, a thirty
      something go-getter.
      
                          OLIVIA
                Mom! I'm here!
      
                          ELLA
                So you are.
      
      Ella steals a final glance, looking for the butterfly.
      
                          OLIVIA
                Are you okay?
      
                          ELLA
                This again? Why wouldn't I be?
      
                          OLIVIA
                Well, you know... Dad--
      
                          ELLA
                I'm fine, really.
      
                          OLIVIA
                But--
      
                          ELLA
                Olivia! Please. I don't want to
                talk about it.
      
                          OLIVIA
                Verbalizing your feelings will make
                them more manageable.
      
                          ELLA
                All that money your father spent on
                medical school wasn't wasted, I
                see.
      
                          OLIVIA
                Well it certainly came in useful
                when you "accidentally" took all
                those pills.
      
      There's a tense standoff for a moment, then
      
                          ELLA
                Oh, Darling, what are we doing?
      
      She grabs Olivia, and holds her tight.
      
                          ELLA
                I'm so sorry. I know you're just
                looking out for your dear old mom.
      
                           OLIVIA
                You know I worry, especially after
                last year.
      
                          ELLA
                It was an accident, I promise.
      
      Olivia isn't so sure.
      
                          ELLA
                I miss your father desperately,
                Olivia... but time is a great
                healer. Life moves on.
      
                            OLIVIA
                You sure?
      
                          ELLA
                Yes sweetheart, I'm sure.
      
                          OLIVIA
                That's Dad's shirt, right?
      
                            ELLA
                ... Yes?
      
                          OLIVIA
                Throw it in the barrel.
      
                            ELLA
                What?
      
                          OLIVIA
                Burn it! It's been seven years...
                You're clinging to hope Mom, but
                he's dead. Has to be.
      
                            ELLA
                I can't.
      
                          OLIVIA
                Please. For me.
      
      Ella looks at her daughter. After a moment, she slowly takes
      the shirt off.
      
                          OLIVIA
                You need to move on.
      
      Ella holds the shirt over the burning barrel.
      
                          OLIVIA
                I miss him too Mom.
      
      Ella can't quite let go.
      
                          OLIVIA
                It's time... Mom. He's not coming
                back.
      
      Ella smiles sadly at Olivia, and let's go. The shirt
      disappears into the barrel.
      
      The fire crackles with renewed vigor. She starts to sob.
      Olivia holds her tight.
      
                          OLIVIA
                It's going to be okay. I love you.
      
      Ella goes to wipe her tears away, but realizes the shirt
      isn't there anymore. She laughs through the tears.
      
                          ELLA
                I love you too Olivia... Will you
                stay for dinner?
      
                          OLIVIA
                I... I can't. I was just stopping
                off on the way to the store.
                Brad... you know... I'm sorry Mom.
      
                          ELLA
                That's okay.
      
                          OLIVIA
                I feel bad now.
      
                          ELLA
                Don't. I'll be fine.
      
                          OLIVIA
                I'll try and come back next month,
                if... when work settles down.
      
                          ELLA
                That would be nice.
      
      An awkward pause.
      
                          ELLA
                Go! Go, go, go.
      
      Olivia laughs and leaves. Ella watches her go, fighting the
      tears.
      
      
      MONTAGE
      
      The fire fades. Autumn turns to Winter. Winter to Spring.
      Spring to Summer. With each season, the garden grows wilder.
      
      
      BACK TO SCENE
      
      Another golden Autumn afternoon. Ella sits at an ornate patio
      table, sipping a glass of wine.
      
      Her hair is longer. Unkempt. That natural grace and serenity
      has faded. She seems old.
      
      On the table, a tattered photo album. She turns the page,
      smiling at the new batch of memories.
      
      A large Monarch butterfly lands on the page. Vibrant orange
      and black markings.
      
                          ELLA
                Well hello there young man. Just
                some old family photos. You'll be
                bored, I'm sure.
      
      The butterfly flaps its wings. It has those same unusual,
      green markings on the underside. That catches Ella by
      surprise.
      
                          ELLA
                Can't be...
      
      Her phone RINGS, startling the butterfly, who flies off.
      
                          ELLA
                No!
      
      RING, RING... RING, RING! Ella fumbles for her phone. Cancels
      the call. The butterfly flits around above her.
      
                          ELLA
                There you go. All quiet again...
                Come back here so I can take a look
                at you.
      
      The butterfly lands back down on the photo album.
      
                          ELLA
                You're a handsome one, aren't you.
      
      The butterfly walks onto one of the faded photographs.
      
      
      INSERT - PHOTO
      
      A much younger Ella, hand in hand with a handsome man. Behind
      them, the majestic vistas of Yosemite, but they only have
      eyes for each other.
      
      The butterfly flutters over to the man.
      
                             ELLA
                   My husband. Scott--
      
      -- The butterfly SPRINGS off the page. Lands on Ella's hand.
      She lifts him to take a closer look. The butterfly doesn't
      move.
      
                             ELLA
                   He died. Disappeared really, but
                   it's been so long. I sometimes
                   allow myself a moment of hope,
                   but...
      
      Her eyes well up with tears.
      
                             ELLA
                   It's our anniversary today...
      
      She chuckles.
      
                             ELLA
                   You seem to know that though.
      
      A raindrop splashes onto her hand, but the butterfly doesn't
      move. She looks up. The skies have darkened.
      
      Another raindrop. Then another. The butterfly just sits
      there. A drop hits its wing, knocking it sideways.
      
      The rain gets heavier. Ella looks at the butterfly, but it
      doesn't move. Raindrops pummel its wings, but it just keeps
      looking at Ella--
      
      -- RING, RING!
      
      The noise startles the butterfly. It flies off, taking cover
      under the trees.
      
                             ELLA
                   No! Come back...!
      
      RING, RI--
      
      She answers it.
      
                          ELLA
                    (into phone)
                What?
      
      She looks through the foliage, trying to find the butterfly.
      No luck.
      
                          ELLA
                    (into phone)
                No, I'm fine Olivia...
      
      She spots the album, lying in the rain.
      
                          ELLA
                    (into phone)
                ... I was out just the other day...
      
      She heads back over to the table.
      
                          ELLA
                    (into phone)
                ... Marjorie. Yes, Marjorie. She
                picked me up...
      
      As she closes the album, something catches her eye--
      
                          ELLA
                    (into phone)
                -- I'll call you back.
      
      She hangs up. Takes a closer look at one of the photos.
      
      
      INSERT - PHOTO
      
      Her husband gardening this very same spot.
      
      Ella touches the photograph with her finger: His t-shirt has
      those same unusual, green markings. She puts her hand to her
      mouth in shock.
      
      
      MONTAGE
      
      Autumn turns to Winter. Winter to Spring. Spring to Summer.
      
      
      EXT. GARDEN - DAY
      
      Autumn again. The garden now wild and unkempt.
      
      Ella sits at the patio table, a shadow of her former self.
      She taps her fingers, anxiously. Her eyelid twitches.
      
      The tattered photo album rests on top of a shallow box. She
      grabs her phone. Turns it off. Starts tapping again.
      
      Takes a deep breath--
      
                           ELLA
                Scott...
      
      She breaks into a huge smile. A butterfly flits towards her.
      Black and orange.
      
      It lands on the album, right by a photograph of her late
      husband. It flaps its wing, revealing those same unusual,
      green markings.
      
                          ELLA
                It's really you.
      
      She laughs through tears of joy.
      
      She lifts the photo album gently off the box, revealing a
      handgun.
      
      The butterfly flies over to the gun. Ella chuckles.
      
                          ELLA
                After all my complaints and
                ultimatums, I never did get rid of
                it. Reminded me too much of you.
      
      The butterfly floats back over to a photo album, landing on a
      picture of young Ella caressing a newborn baby.
      
                          ELLA
                Olivia will be fine. I'm just a
                burden to her now... Her
                inheritance will ease the pain, I'm
                sure.
      
      The butterfly flies over to Ella's hand. She gently lifts him
      up to her face.
      
                          ELLA
                It is you, isn't it? This is real.
      
      The butterfly flutters up. Lands on her cheek. She closes her
      eyes, as tears stream down.
      
                           ELLA
                Scott...
      
      The butterfly takes off. Ella opens her eyes. It's hovering
      right in front of her.
      
                           ELLA
                 I'm coming my love. We'll be
                 together, again.
      
      She reaches for the gun. Places it in her mouth. Closes her
      eyes.
      
      The butterfly flits off into the foliage, flying over a large
      bush and up through the branches of an old tree. It glides
      over a fence, and into a meadow of tall grasses and flowers.
      
      It keeps flying and flying until it reaches a small stream
      meandering through the center.
      
      It lands on a blood red flower. Doesn't move. The whole
      meadow is still--
      
      -- BANG!
      
      A gunshot echoes across the meadow.
      
      The startled butterfly flaps up into the sky, along with
      thousands of other black and orange butterflies.
      
      As they swarm, frantically, each flap of their wings reveals
      more of those same unusual, green markings.
      
      The butterflies fly off, disappearing into the haze of the
      bright Autumn sun.
      
                                                 FADE TO BLACK.

      Nobody knows nothing, and I'm nobody.

      Oh Those Hot Summer Nights script contest
      5 pages, deadline next Sunday

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      • #18
        Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

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        CINEMASSACRE
        
        EXT. MOVIE THEATER - NIGHT
        
        A MARQUEE GLOWS in the darkness reading:
        
                        Halloween Horror Film Madness
                         6 Classic Films Tonight Only
        
        Beneath this announcement, fighting the bitter cold in his
        brown suede jacket is MARK, (23) a theater usher. He pulls
        out his cell phone to take a gander at the time...
        
        Break time is over. Sh**. Inhales one last drag from his
        cigarette, puts it out on the ground, saunters back inside.
        
        
        INT. MOVIE THEATER - LOBBY - SAME
        
        Mark takes off his pair of LEATHER GLOVES and rubs his hands
        together for warmth as the door closes behind him.
        
        Behind the concession counter stands Mark's overweight boss,
        JERRY (39). He's been eyeing Mark for the past two minutes.
        F***ing late.
        
                            JERRY
                      (sardonic)
                  Yeah, take your time sweetheart.
                  What the hell took you so long?
        
                            MARK
                      (equally sardonic)
                  Sweetheart? That's sexual
                  harassment Jerry. I could have your
                  job for that. Just imagine what I
                  could do with all that power...
                  Manager of the cineplex. Be getting
                  laid a hell of a lot more, that's
                  for damn sure.
        
                            JERRY
                  Shut up. Take your jacket off. And
                  get rid of your cell phone. You
                  know the rules.
        
                            MARK
                      (ass)
                  Sure thing boss.
        
        Mark complies and places his jacket behind the counter.
        
                            JERRY
                  How you and Jessica getting along?
                  She finally dump your ass?
        
                            MARK
                  Going on five months. I think we're
                  very good for each other.
        
                            JERRY
                      (giving him a hard time)
                  We really should have instituted a
                  no dating co-workers policy.
                      (back to business)
                  Theater two is out and theater
                  three is getting out now.
        
        Jerry hands Mark a large black GARBAGE BAG for his trash
        detail.
        
                              JERRY (CONT'D)
                  Have fun.
        
                            MARK
                      (ass)
                  It's Halloween, I can pretend I'm
                  trick or treating!
        
        And with that Mark is off.
        
        
        INT. MAIN CORRIDOR - SAME
        
        MOVIE GOERS in various costumes make their way out of theater
        three passing Mark.
        
        Only ONE MAN walks out of theater two. He's 40, wearing a red
        and green Freddy Kruger type sweater and he's alone. He stops
        and smiles at Mark.
        
                            MAN
                  Happy Halloween.
        
                            MARK
                      (obligated)
                  Happy Halloween.
        
        Mark's fake grin fades away as the man continues down the
        hall. Mark enters theater two.
        
        
        INT. THEATER TWO - SAME
        
        The LIGHTS ARE ALREADY UP as Mark begins picking up trash.
        Down one aisle he finds an empty pint of CHEAP CANADIAN
        WHISKEY -- picks up the small plastic pint.
        
                            MARK
                  Some one had the right idea.
        
        He tosses it in the bag.
        
        At that moment out of the corner of his eye, he spots a LARGE
        DARK PUDDLE on the floor. Moves in for a closer look...
        
        IT'S BLOOD! Paul trembles as he pulls a WALKIE TALKIE from
        his belt. Clicks it on.
        
                            MARK (CONT'D)
                  Jessica, Jerry, Greg? Copy?!
        
        A moment of static, then the walkie talkie roars to life.
        
                            JERRY (FILTERED)
                  Nobody gets to leave early. The
                  last shows just got out.
        
                            MARK
                  Jerry there's a situation in
                  theater two. There's blood all over
                  the ground of one of the aisles.
        
                            JERRY (FILTERED)
                  Very funny. I guess Michael Myers
                  must have came down out of the
                  screen and killed someone.
        
                            MARK
                  Jerry. Seriously.
        
        A beat.
        
                            JERRY (FILTERED)
                      (changes tone)
                  Okay. I'm on the way.
        
        Just then GREG, a thirty year old projectionist, enters
        theater two.
        
                            GREG
                  You serious?!
        
        Mark points out the blood. Greg examines it a moment.
        
                            MARK
                  Where were you?
        
                            GREG
                  Was just talking to Jessica. What
                  if it's fake? A Halloween prank?
        
                            MARK
                  There was a weird guy who was in
                  here by himself.
        
                            GREG
                      (on walkie talkie)
                  Jerry, there was a suspicious man
                  wearing a Freddy Kruger sweater who
                  just left theater two. Please stop
                  him if you see him.
        
                            JERRY (V.O.)
                  Copy.
        
        Mark looks at Greg a moment confused -- Mark didn't say
        anything about a man wearing a Freddy sweater.
        
        Greg looks over at the movie screen and notices that the
        projector is still on.
        
                             GREG
                  Damn, I forgot to turn off the
                  projector.
        
                            MARK
                  Isn't Jessica the projectionist
                  tonight?
        
                            GREG
                  In theaters three and six.
        
                            MARK
                  Why hasn't she reported in?
        
                            GREG
                  Probably out back in the alley for
                  a crafty smoke. Pretty cute the way
                  she tries to take a mini break when
                  no one is looking.
        
        ANGLE ON: Mark, concerned.
        
        
        EXT. CINEPLEX - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
        
        Mark and Greg emerge from an exit. No sign of anyone. Greg
        keeps the door ajar so as not to lock themselves out.
        
                            GREG
                      (pointing)
                  See any cigarette butts?
        
        Mark finds a solitary CIGARETTE BUTT near him.
        
                            MARK
                  Here's one.
        
        Greg takes a closer look.
        
                             GREG
                   Yeah, but this is a Camel. She
                   smokes Marlboro's.
        
                             MARK
                   How do you know all this sh** about
                   my girl?
        
                             GREG
                   Calm down boss, I just notice
                   things like that.
        
        A stern look from Mark.
        
        
        INT. PROJECTION BOOTH THREE - MOMENTS LATER
        
        Mark and Greg open the door to find... no Jessica. No one.
        And the projector is still running -- no film, just light.
        
                             MARK
                       (on walkie talkie)
                   Jessica? You there? Jessica?!
                   Jerry? Jerry have you heard from
                   Jessica?!
        
        Nothing.
        
        
        INT. MAIN CORRIDOR - MOMENTS LATER
        
        Mark and Greg frantically run towards the lobby. Greg eyes
        the rest room as they pass.
        
                             GREG
                   Get Jerry, I'll search the rest
                   room.
        
        Mark nods as Greg ducks into "the John".
        
        
        INT. LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
        
        Mark rushes into the lobby. No Jerry. No Jessica. No one.
        
                             MARK
                   Jessica? Jerry? Jerry you there?
        
        He looks behind the counter for his phone -- His jacket and
        phone are missing. A few spots of blood drizzled on the floor
        -- smudged bloody footprints.
        
        Mark gets on the walkie talkie.
        
                            MARK (CONT'D)
                  Greg, there's blood out here too.
                      (a beat)
                  Greg? Greg?
        
        No response. Mark runs for the rest room.
        
        
        INT. REST ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
        
        Mark bursts through the door.
        
        He recoils in horror at the sight in front of him...
        
        GREG'S LIFELESS BLOODY BODY slumped on the floor -- THE MAN
        IN THE FREDDY SWEATER standing over Greg with a HUNTING
        KNIFE!
        
        Mark slowly backs away towards the door. The man turns and
        watches with a sadistic smile on his face.
        
        SUDDENLY THE REST ROOM DOOR SWINGS OPEN. It's Jerry! He is
        wearing Mark's jacket -- what?
        
                            JERRY
                  Boo.
        
        The man in the Freddy sweater begins laughing as does Greg.
        He's not dead. It was all a Halloween prank. Mark is pissed.
        
                            MARK
                      (points at man in sweater)
                  Who the hell is that?
        
        Jerry walks over to the man in the sweater and puts his arm
        around him.
        
                             JERRY
                  This here is my buddy Jim. Wanted
                  to help with this gag.
                      (they laugh)
                  And I figured you might
                  accidentally call the police, so I
                  took this.
                      (pulls out Mark's phone)
                  Executed beautifully. Happy
                  Halloween you bastard.
        
        Greg chuckles again, very pleased with himself.
        
                            GREG
                  Jessica told me she was going to
                  the bathroom and then she was gonna
                  go on break.  You thought she was
                  gone, it was almost too perfect.
                  Wasn't even planned.
        
                            MARK
                      (sinister)
                  Jessica's not on break.
        
                            JERRY
                  Sure she is. After you.
        
        Mark pulls his LEATHER GLOVES out of his pocket and puts them
        on.
        
                             MARK
                      (calm)
                  Not tonight.
        
        Mark approaches a BATHROOM STALL that is LOCKED and KICKS THE
        DOOR IN. The stall door SWINGS OPEN revealing:
        
        JESSICA'S BODY lying atop of the toilet with an AXE sticking
        out of her chest, she's definitely dead.
        
        Mark pulls the axe out of her chest cavity with some
        difficulty. The others look on in sheer horror.
        
                            GREG
                  Mark?! This isn't funny!
        
                            MARK
                  Musta taken quite an interest in my
                  girl to notice those Marlboros.
        
                            GREG
                  What?
        
                            MARK
                  You f***ed my girlfriend Greg, so
                  now you're f***ed.
        
                            GREG
                  Mark... I--
        
                            MARK
                  She told me Greg.
        
        
        INT. MAIN CORRIDOR - EARLIER THAT NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
        
        Out of sight, Mark watches Greg give Jessica a kiss.
        
        Jessica looks uncomfortable -- heads off into the bathroom.
        Greg heads out to the lobby.
        
        Mark slips on his gloves and heads for the rest room -- stops
        just before the door to unlock a red emergency box containing
        a FIRE EXTINGUISHER and an AXE. The axe is removed.
        
        Mark quietly opens the door to the rest room and saunters
        inside wielding the weapon. The door closes behind him.
        
        Several moments pass.
        
        A MUFFLED SCREAM. Several more moments.
        
        Mark exits as if nothing happened. He marches to the back
        alley exit and disappears outside for a casual smoke.
        
                                                        CUT BACK TO:
        
        
        INT. REST ROOM - PRESENT
        
        Mark, quite smug, turns his attention from Greg to Jerry and
        Jim.
        
                           MARK
                  Sorry you guys had to see this. Was
                  gonna deal with this privately but,
                  I can't be letting you go now. You
                  understand?
        
        Jim defensively SLASHES at Mark with his hunting knife --
        Mark dodges it, then HACKS INTO JIM'S CHEST WITH THE AXE!
        
        Jerry makes a run for it... but his run is literally cut
        short -- Mark's AXE CUTS INTO HIS LEG AND TIBIA!
        
        Jerry howls in pain, incapacitated. The cell phone he was
        holding SLIDES ACROSS THE FLOOR to the other side of the
        room.
        
        Mark sets his sights on Greg, who sits on the ground
        paralyzed with fear.
        
                            GREG
                      (quietly sobbing)
                  Mark I'm sorry, please don't. I
                  didn't know. Please...
        
        Mark raises the axe above his head.
        
                            MARK
                  Apology accepted.
        
        The axe comes hurtling down. A TERRIBLE SCREAM!
        
                                                    SMASH TO BLACK.

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        • #19
          Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

          Code:
          PICKY
          
          INT. MEETING ROOM - COMMUNITY CENTER - NIGHT
          
          Along one wall, a table with coffee pot and paper cups. A
          few folding chairs are arranged in a circle in the middle of
          the room.
          
          Someone's made a half-hearted attempted at decorating- faded
          paper bats and spiders taped to the walls.
          
          JANINE (late 20s, wearing don't-f***-with-me boots) sets a
          placard beside the coffee pot.
          
          It reads - "WELCOME TO FOOD FREEDOM."
          
          The group members, GREG (19, scrawny), DALE (20s, beefy),
          STEPHEN (also 30s, nebbishy) trickle in.
          
          The exchange waves and greetings. All three men carry paper
          bags and noticeably bypass the coffee.
          
          Janine sits first. The others follow suit.
          
          A newcomer, CAROLYN (20s, delicate) hovers by the door.
          
                                CAROLYN
                    Is this the um...for the picky
                    eaters?
          
          Stephen turns around in his chair.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    We prefer "discriminating". Come
                    on in.
          
          She approaches the chairs cautiously.
          
                                 CAROLYN
                    I wasn't sure if you were taking
                    new members.
          
          She takes a chair.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    Oh sure. We always get a few this
                    time of year, what with the
                    holidays coming on.
          
                                GREG
                    All the parties.
          
                                DALE
                    People giving you gifts of food.
                    Like I want a hunk of rubbery beef
                    and some mangy old cheese.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    Or those things where they just
                    dump all the ingredients in a jar
                    and slap a bow on it. That's not
                    a gift, that's cleaning out your
                    cupboard.
          
          Janine has been watching all this time, with narrow-eyed
          interest.
          
                                JANINE
                    I had sauce last night.
          
          Janine smiles as the attention of all is directed to her
          (where it ought to be).
          
          Greg and Stephen murmur in admiration.
          
          Dale is suspicious. He gives Janine a questioning look.
          
                                DALE
                    Marinara or alfredo? Thick or
                    watery? Spicy or--
          
                                JANINE
                    Oh fine, I didn't eat it. But I
                    had it. In a bowl. On the table.
                    Very close to me. My elbow was
                    practically touching it.
          
                                DALE
                    That doesn't count.
          
                                JANINE
                    It does.
          
                                DALE
                    Does not.
          
                                JANINE
                    Well what have you done that's so
                    impressive?
          
          Dale bends over, pulls something out of his tote bag. A jar
          of peanut butter.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    So what? You already like peanut
                    butter.
          
                                DALE
                    Not crunchy. And this isn't even
                    my brand.
          
                                JANINE
                    Lame.
          
                                DALE
                    Bitch.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    This is why we're not supposed to
                    date within the group. What do you
                    suppose the new girl thinks of us?
          
          All eyes turn to Carolyn, who shrinks away.
          
                                CAROLYN
                    I'm fine. I just - I probably
                    don't even have a problem, really.
          
                                JANINE
                    Oh, one of those.
          
                                DALE
                    Denial, baby.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    We've all been there. It's okay.
                    You're safe here.
          
          Carolyn shrugs.
          
                                DALE
                    Come on, what's your deal?
                    Texture? Color?
          
          Stephen scoots his chair a little closer to Carolyn, leans
          in.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    When I was five, my mother gave me
                    a banana. I'd had them before, I
                    liked them. But this one - when I
                    bit into it, it was so...
                          (shudders)
                    I wouldn't finish it. I threw it
                    in the street. My mother was so
                    angry at me. That's when I learned
                    not to trust.
          
                                   CAROLYN
                    Your mother?
          
                                STEPHEN
                    Things with peels. You never know
                    what's under there.
          
                                GREG
                    I can't eat anything unless I know
                    how it's made.
          
          Carolyn turns her attention to Greg, who shakes while he
          talks.
          
                                GREG
                    When I was - whew - this is tough.
                    I've never told this story before.
                    When I was in second grade? We had
                    this big tank in our classroom?
                    With tropical fish? And they just
                    kept disappearing, you know.
                    They'd be gone and there would be
                    new ones.
          
          Greg picks up a bottle of water from beneath his chair,
          takes a long drink.
          
                                GREG
                    So this boy in my class, Brad
                    Freeman, he said - haven't you
                    noticed that we always have jello
                    at lunch the day after the fish go
                    missing. That's how they make it
                    in all those colors. Ground up
                    tropical fish.
          
          The other group members look away, stifling laughter.
          
                                   GREG
                    What?
          
                                JANINE
                    You believed him?
          
                                GREG
                    I was a child.
          
                                JANINE
                    But you're not anymore. And, you
                    know - Google.
          
                                 CAROLYN
                     Gelatin is made from animal
                     intestines, which is just as
                     disgusting, if not more so, than
                     tropical fish.
          
                                 DALE
                     Really?
          
          Greg smiles at Carolyn, silently thanks her.
          
                                 DALE
                     How do you know that?
          
                                 JANINE
                     I just said Google.
          
                                 CAROLYN
                     The fact is...the fact is, I'm
                     engaged to a chef.
          
          Gasps all around.
          
                                 CAROLYN
                     He specializes in Asian fusion.
          
          More gasps.
          
                                 CAROLYN
                     I know, it's awful. I've tried
                     everything. The "I had a big
                     lunch", "I'm on a diet",
                     allergies...last night he made me
                     this lactose free, gluten
                     free...THING. It was supposed to
                     be some kind of soup, I just
                     thought it looked like a bowl of
                     warm snot.
          
                                 STEPHEN
                     What did you do?
          
                                  CAROLYN
                     Pretended to faint. It would have
                     worked too if that stupid
                     paramedic would have played along.
                           (beat)
                     Tom says he can't marry me if I
                     won't eat his food. What am I
                     going to do?
          
          Silence.
          
                                JANINE
                    Dump his ass.
          
                                   CAROLYN
                    What?
          
          Janine leaps to her feet.
          
                                JANINE
                    Why are we always the ones who
                    have to change? Why can't the, the
                    OMNI EATERS change?
          
          The others stand, too.
          
                                DALE
                    Yeah! I mean, what's so bad about
                    plain?
          
                                STEPHEN
                    Why drown everything in
                    condiments. Why not simply
                    contemplate the beauty of a naked
                    potato?
          
                                JANINE
                    I blame the media. Everything has
                    to be ohhh shiny. And five hundred
                    teevee channels. And CGI.
          
                                CAROLYN
                    But I love him -
          
          Nobody cares. They're on a roll.
          
                                DALE
                    I wanna open a restaurant and call
                    it On The Side. Everything on the
                    side.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    No ketchup packets shoved in your
                    face, just set out so you can take
                    them - or leave them - with no
                    judgement.
          
                                GREG
                    And put the kitchen in the middle
                    of the room so we can see
                    everything.
          
                                CAROLYN
                    But, but, aren't you afraid that,
                    that, you're missing out on
                    something? That maybe our fear of
                    food is really a fear of change? A
                    fear of the unknown? A fear of the
                    unpredictable and perilous nature
                    of life itself?
          
          They turn on her.
          
                                 DALE
                    Freak.
          
                                JANINE
                    What are you, some kind of plant?
          
                                GREG
                    Did my mother send you here?
          
          Carolyn backs away as the others advance, knocks over her
          chair.
          
          Greg taps his water bottle against his palm.
          
          Dale tosses his peanut butter jar from one hand to the
          other.
          
          Janine reaches for something in her pocket.
          
          Stephen hums something that sounds like "Warriors, come out
          to play..."
          
                                CAROLYN
                    Look, I didn't mean - I just...
                    I'll go, okay? See? I'm going.
          
                                                   CUT TO BLACK
          
          
          INT. PARKED CAR - NIGHT
          
          Stephen sits in the driver's seat, Janine in the passenger
          seat. Greg is in the back, curled up in the fetal position.
          
          The back door opens. Dale climbs in.
          
                                 DALE
                    It's done.
          
                                STEPHEN
                    I feel guilty.
          
                                JANINE
                    We got carried away. It happens.
          
                                GREG
                    I'll never survive in prison. I
                    hear they serve beans and toast.
                    Beans and toast!
          
                                DALE
                    Relax. They're never gonna find
                    that body. Pigs eat anything.
          
          
          EXT. ROAD - NIGHT
          
          The car speeds down a country road. In the background, the
          sound of pigs SQUEALING.
          
                                JANINE (O.S.)
                    Disgusting creatures.
          
          
                                    THE END

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          • #20
            Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

            Code:
            SATAN'S MOON
            
            FADE IN
            
            EXT. FRENCH QUARTER, NEW ORLEANS - NIGHT
            
            The Saturday before Halloween. Thumping music fills the
            air. The pedestrian packed pavement throbs with the
            teeming crowds spilling from the bars lining the street.
            
            SAMANTHA, 24, a slutty zombie nurse, staggers on 4-inch
            heels, splattered fake blood drying across her cleavage.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Chelsea ... Chelsea!!!
            
            She peers through the throngs of dancing, costumed
            figures. Her red plastic cup spilling as she turns.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Chel--
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      What?
            
            CHELSEA, also 24, is pissed. She's shorter, stouter and
            dressed as a witch - black pointed hat, prop broomstick.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Is this fan-f***ing-tastic or
                      what?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Can we just get this over with?
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      If we can't get you taken care of
                      here - tonight - it just can't
                      happen.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      That's encouraging.
            
            A six pack of guys stumble past. THREE ZOMBIES, A GIANT
            CONDOM, a BIKER and FATMAN - 40lbs too much for his
            homemade Batsuit. They leer at Samantha. And howl.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Who wants to party?!
            
            5 hands go up. Fatman drops his beer. More idiotic
            howling. Two of the Zombies bump and grind with Samantha,
            her red cup sloshes as she hoists it high.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Really? These guys?
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      You don't think?
            
            Chelsea eyes the guy in the condom suit.
            
                                       CHELSEA
                      Too subtle.
            
            The street music is booming but the thunderclap rattles
            the crowd. Lightning splits the sky. Rain begins to spit.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Sh**! My make-up - Pick somebody
                      dammit!
            
            Chelsea grabs the nearest as the sky opens - it's the
            vinyl gloved hand of Fatman. The group runs to the
            nearest bar.
            
            
            INT. LOUD BAR - NIGHT
            
            It's jammed. They are crushed together. The whole room
            dances around them.
            
                                       FATMAN
                      I'm Todd.
            
            He has a speech impediment. A scruffy beard and a lazy
            eye behind the cowl. It's off putting.
            
                                       CHELSEA
                      Chelsea.
            
                                       FATMAN
                      You're cute.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Look, don't even try, okay?
            
            The air goes out of him.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Oh. You and she are...
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      What? No. I mean hell no.
            
            Behind Fatman, Samantha and a Zombie are seriously lip
            locked. Chelsea nods and he looks.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Oh! Wow. So you're like bi or
                      something?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      I'd so hoped you might at least
                      have a brain. We're sisters.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Oh. Yeah. `kay.
            
            There's an awkward, silent moment. He's used to those.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Can I get you a drink? I
                      dropped... er, chugged mine.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Amber Ale.
            
            He turns for the bar, nudging his way through the pack.
            Samantha has her arm around the taller Zombie. He's lost
            in her low cut dress.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Got mine. Where's yours?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      He'll be back.
            
            Chelsea gestures to the wavering, plastered Zombie
            Samantha is wearing.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      You think?
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      He'll do.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Something tells me he's not
                      exactly "the one."
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      He's good practice.
            
            Chelsea rolls her eyes. And Fatman is there with a pair
            of beers.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      They were changing the keg - it's
                      Coors Light. Sorry.
            
            The nose wrinkles
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      It's that kind of night.
            
            She drains the beer, literally pouring it down her
            throat. Fatman can't believe it. Tries it himself.
            Chokes. Coughs, sputters. Chelsea nods.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      I bet you're a virgin too, huh?
            
            The look and falter give him away.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Ha! Of course not.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Perfect. Just perfect.
            
            Another thunderclap booms. Then an explosion as the
            lightning connects with the transformer. The room goes
            instantly dark. The amplifiers die in mid-blast.
            
            The crowd is stunned. The room is pitch black.
            
                                    A VOICE
                      Somebody scream!
            
            The crowd takes up the yell. Cell phones come out and the
            room begins to glow as the partiers begin to dance to
            their own din. Emergency lights kick on.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      This totally sucks.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      You wanna get out of here?
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Seriously?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Never more.
            
            She takes his arm and nods to Samantha. They squeeze
            their way through the crowd to the door.
            
            
            EXT. LOUD BAR - NIGHT
            
            Wind whipped rain lashes the darkened street, the crowd
            huddles under the awnings.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      I'm parked over off Eleventh.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Let's take ours - we're right
                      around the corner.
            
            She has to yell over the rolling thunder. She starts into
            the rain and he grabs her arm. Removes his Batcape and
            drapes it over her shoulders.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      I think it's waterproof.
            
            She smiles at his unexpected kindness and steps into the
            rain. Within two steps it's clear - it's not waterproof.
            
            
            INT. PARKING GARAGE - NIGHT
            
            They step to shelter. Chelsea removes the cape, wrings
            two gallons of water from it. Hands it back with disgust.
            
            Samantha struts to the rear of a dark sedan. Her white
            nurse's minidress is soaked, revealing that her underwear
            selection for the evening is mostly dental floss.
            
                                     FATMAN AND THE ZOMBIE
                      Whoa.
            
            The trunk opens and Samantha pulls out two bottles and
            red cups.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      Who needs a warm up?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Apparently, Todd.
            
            It's chilly in the wet, clingy Batsuit. There's
            shrinkage. He hides behind the cape. The Zombie takes the
            offered bottle and drinks from the neck. Pitches the
            empty clattering down the parking ramp.
            
                                    ZOMBIE
                      Arrrright! Let's get this party
                      started!
            
                                     SAMANTHA
                      Hop in.
            
            
            EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT
            
            The sedan is parked in front of an abandoned farmhouse.
            The rain has ended. Clouds scud across the full moon.
            
            The four walk towards a glow in the field beyond. The
            Zombie stumbles, doubles over.
            
                                    ZOMBIE
                      What the hell was in that, man?
                      I'm ... gonna ... hurl ...
            
            He vomits into the dirt. Then falls to his knees,
            crumples to his back. His eyes rolling back. Fatman looks
            to his red cup.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Hey -- you okay, man? What's going
                      on?
            
                                      CHELSEA
                      It's a party.
            
            Four cloaked figures appear, they hoist the moaning
            zombie by his arms and legs and carry him towards a
            bonfire. Then to the darkness beyond.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Where ae they taking him? Just
                      what kind of party is this?
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      The legendary kind. How... how do
                      you feel?
            
                                    FATMAN
                      I'm OK. You? I think he got some
                      bad stuff.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      You don't feel -- funny?
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Well, I know a couple of jokes,
                      but --
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Not that kind of funny, dipshit.
                      Lightheaded? Maybe dizzy?
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Not really. You alright? I mean
                      you're cute and all, but you're
                      kinda bitchy when you've had a
                      few.
            
            There's a high pitched scream from darkness. A man yells
            in pain. An evil smile crosses her lips.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Bitchy? You haven't seen anything
                      yet.
            
            Six robed figures appear from the darkness, surrounding
            them. Chelsea is handed a cloak and dons it. She throws
            her witch's hat to the wind.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Ok, this was all fun and games...
            
            There's a blood curdling scream from the area beyond the
            fire. Then another and another. Eyes grow narrow behind
            the Batmask.
            
                                    CHELSEA
                      Every year on the eve of Satan's
                      Moon, my sisters and I gather
                      here. One is chosen to select a
                      virgin male...
            
            All heads turn as Samantha walks to the circle, pulling a
            cloak around her naked body. She licks her lips.
            
                                    SAMANTHA
                      A virgin male to be brought forth
                      and sacrificed to Hades - God of
                      the realm of the underworld.
            
            Arms are raised. The eight women speak as one.
            
                                    ALL
                      Hades, Oh exalted Hades, hear our
                      prayer ...
            
            They step closer to the man in the ill fitting Batman
            costume.
            
                                    ALL
                      Hades, Lord of fire --
            
                                    FATMAN
                      ... Lord of flame, Prince of
                      darkness...
            
            The women stop, look at each other, then Fatman, their
            trance broken.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Yeah, yeah, yeah, I heard all this
                      mumbo jumbo last year.
            
            The Batmask comes off, his head and scalp are hideously
            disfigured. He strips off a glove.
            
            A skeletal hand covered with stringy leathery remnants of
            skin pointing to the bonfire.
            
                                    FATMAN (CONT'D)
                      Last year - when you threw me in
                      that f***ing fire and left me to
                      die.
            
            His hand goes to his knee high Batboot and drawls a
            gleaming silver .45 automatic. The first bullet takes
            Samantha. Six more rounds echo in the night.
            
            He turns to Chelsea. She's too terrified to run.
            
                                    FATMAN
                      Now, about that virginity sh**...
            
            [end]
            Last edited by dpaterso; 11-06-2013, 05:07 AM.

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              Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

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              BEST HALLOWEEN EVER
              
              FADE IN:
              
              EXT. SPACE - ANYTIME
              
              My God! It's full of STARS. And...
              
              FLASH -- FLASH -- TWO BALLS of LIGHT whip by.
              
              BEEPING.   And heading for EARTH.
              
              Beeping? In space? That ain't right. But THESE are. One
              sounds MALE. The other FEMALE. They're COMMUNICATING.
              
              Communication reaches FEVER PITCH. Then SILENCE. Then...
              
                                      MALE
                          Testing-one-two-three-four.
              
                                      FEMALE
                          Receiving-loud-and-clear.
              
                                      MALE
                          Excellent! Honey -- This is going
                          to be the Best Halloween Ever.
              
                                      FEMALE
                          Hold that thought. Something's wrong.
                          We're off course.
              
                                       MALE
                          Way off. What happened?
              
                                      FEMALE
                          No time to adjust. Searching for
                          new targets. Contact NORAD.
              
              EXT. APPROACHING EARTH (FAST) - DAY
              
              To the coastline of South-East Queensland, Australia.
              
                                      FEMALE
                          Targets acquired.
              
              And BLOODY FAST toward a couple of KIDS playing in the SURF.
              
              EXT. BEACH - DAY
              
              In the surf, a larger-than-usual WAVE knocks both Kids over.
              LISA (7) and EDDIE (4).
              
              Sitting on towels, big beefy BAZZA (their dad) and once-was-
              pretty SHAZZA (his missus) LAUGH their arses off.
              
                                      BAZZA
                          Got 'em both.
              
                                      SHAZZA
                        F*** yeah!    Good one.
              
              Bazza turns to hi-five her. Shazza ignores it.
              
                                     SHAZZA (CONT'D)
                        Nope. I'm not doin' that sh**.
                        Never again.
              
              The Kids rise, dripping wet, and give each other WEIRD LOOKS.
              Eddie's becomes a BIG SOOKY CRY. He runs out of the water.
              
              Lisa rubs the back of her neck. Like something stung her.
              She follows him. Rubbing.
              
              Eddie runs, HOWLING, to Shazza.
              
                                    SHAZZA (CONT'D)
                        Oh, you poor baby. F***in' little
                        sook.
                            (to Bazza)
                        And he IS your son.
              
              Bazza looks up at Lisa, rubbing her neck.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        You right, Honey?
              
                                       LISA
                        I dunno.
              
              She SHRUGS it off. Looks okay now.
              
                                       BAZZA
                        Ready to go?
              
                                       LISA
                        Yep.
              
                                       BAZZA
                        Aw-right!
              
              INT. PARENT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT (READING LIGHTS)
              
              Shazza, her face caked in some cream or sh**, studies the
              fine print on the cream-sh**'s packet.
              
              Bazza, legs angled out under the covers, slowly rubs his
              crotch.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        What are we doing for Halloween?
              
                                    SHAZZA
                        F*** Halloween. American crap.
                        They can all go and- You know what
                        Halloween is, don't ya?
              
                                    BAZZA
                        An ancient Celtic tradition-
              
                                    SHAZZA
                        It's f***in' extortion. That's what
                        it is. Ya pay these little pricks
                        to stop haunting you.
                            (silly voice)
                        Trick or f***in' treat. We'll haunt
                        you if you don't f***in' pay.
              
                                       BAZZA
                        Who was he?
              
                                       SHAZZA
                        Who?
                                       BAZZA
                        The Yank.
              
                                       SHAZZA
                        What Yank?
              
                                    BAZZA
                        The one that f***ed you over?
              
              She lowers the packet. Stares away. F***ed over.
              
                                    SHAZZA
                        F***in' extortion. F*** 'em! F***
                        Halloween!
              
                                    BAZZA
                        Jeeezus. He really f***ed you over.
                            (rises; half a fat)
                        Gotta piss.
              
              INT. KIDS BEDROOM - NIGHT (STREET-LIGHT)
              
              One bed is EMPTY but it has been SLEPT IN.
              
              Both Kids are in another bed. Lisa on her back. Eddie
              nestled in tight. Like lovers.
              
                                    LISA
                        This is nice. The way we fit
                        together.
              
              Eddie, eyes closed, MOANS. Contented. Sleepy.
              
                                    LISA (CONT'D)
                        What a great way to spend our first
                        night back on Earth.
              
                                    EDDIE
                            (eyes still closed)
                        You sent the signal?
              
                                      LISA
                        Yes.
              
              SILENCE for a bit.
              
              A look of WORRY comes over Lisa.
              
                                      LISA (CONT'D)
                        Oh, no.
              
                                    EDDIE
                            (opens one eye)
                        What?
              
                                      LISA
                        I...
              
              Eddie rises enough to look into Lisa's eyes.
              
                                      EDDIE
                        You what?
              
                                    LISA
                        I forgot the-
              
                                      EDDIE
                        The codes?
              
                                      LISA
                        Sorry.
              
              Eddie slumps his head down.
              
                                    LISA (CONT'D)
                        I'm sorry, Honey.
              
              She strokes his hair.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        Without the codes, it could take
                        years. We'll be stuck here.
              
              Lisa finds a tiny puncture on the back of his neck.
              
                                     LISA
                        Hey.   I can see where you went in.
              
              INT. OUTSIDE KIDS ROOM - NIGHT (DUNNY LIGHT)
              
              Bazza listens at the door.
              
              He tip-toes away to his bedroom door. Changes his mind.
              Tip-toes back. Listens.
              
                                    EDDIE (O.S.)
                        If I have to go through puberty
                        again... As a boy... I'm going to
                        kill you.
              
                                    LISA (O.S.)
                        You'll love it. Morning-glories
                        every morning. Diamond-cutters and
                        blue-veiners all day.
              
              INT. KIDS BEDROOM - NIGHT
              
              Lisa is sitting up in bed. Eddie straddles her legs.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        Every morning?
              
                                    LISA
                        This one's pretty smart.
              
                                      EDDIE
                        Pretty too.
              
                                    LISA
                        Rubbish. I haven't been 'pretty'
                        for a thousand years.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        Mine's all... Gray. It's like nothing
                        of any value is switched on yet.
              
                                    LISA
                        Now you know how I feel when you ask
                        me what I'm thinking.
                            (beat)
                        What if it takes them decades to
                        decipher the signal?
              
              Eddie ponders. Smiles. Moves seductively close to Lisa.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        How do you feel about incest, Husband?
              
                                    LISA
                        I'm feeling it right now, Wife.
              
              Lisa pulls Eddie closer. They peck. Soft. Sweet.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        You might still be right.
              
                                      LISA
                        About what?
              
                                    EDDIE
                        This might be...
                            (peck)
                        The Best Halloween Ever.
              
              They gaze into each other's EYES. Then CLOSE them and MOVE
              IN for--
              
              INT. OUTSIDE KIDS ROOM - NIGHT
              
              Bazza SLOWLY turns the door handle.
              
              Opens it a crack.
              
                                    BAZZA
                            (whisper)
                        You kids asleep?
              
              SILENCE
              
                                    BAZZA (CONT'D)
                        What about you aliens?
              
                                      LISA (O.S.)
                        Aliens?
              
                                     BAZZA
                        Yeah. Aren't you aliens? I heard
                        you talking.
              
                                    EDDIE (O.S.)
                        What if we are?
              
                                    BAZZA
                            (beat)
                        Can I come in?
              
              INT. KIDS BEDROOM - NIGHT
              
              Bazza sits on the empty bed.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        What have you done with my kids?
              
                                    EDDIE
                        They're asleep.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        They gonna wake up?
              
                                    EDDIE
                        If we let them.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        Well, listen. The missus has got
                        some bee in her bonnet about Americans
                        and-
              
                                      LISA
                        America. That's where we were going.
              
                                    EDDIE
                        We need to contact NORAD.
              
                                      BAZZA
                        NORAD? What about them?
              
                                    EDDIE
                        We neeeeeed to contact NORAD.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        Well, phone home, ET. But that call
                        won't come cheap. You'll have to do
                        something for me.
              
                                      EDDIE
                        What?
              
                                    BAZZA
                        How's your profanity?
              
              INT. KITCHEN - DAY (MORNING)
              
              Shazza's dressing-gowned rear protrudes from the open fridge.
              
              Eddie runs in. GROWLS. Grabs her arse with both hands.
              
              She bumps her head on the shelf. Food and crap goes
              everywhere.
              
              She spins around. Her face still caked in cream-****.
              
                                      SHAZZA
                        Arhhhh!    Look what you-
              
                                    EDDIE
                        Trick or f***in' treat, Bitch? Huh?
              
                                      SHAZZA
                        WHAT!?
              
              Lisa marches in. BEATING a toy drum. SINGING.
              
                                    LISA
                        OH, SAY CAN YOU SEE BY THE DAWN'S
                        EARLY LIGHT...
                            (continue anthem)
              
              Shazza FREAKS OUT.
              
                                    SHAZZA
                        F***IN' AMERICAN ****!!!!!
              
              AROUND THE CORNER, out of sight, Bazza holds in a BELLY-LAUGH.
              
              With him are two heavy-set expressionless GOVERNMENT TYPES
              (G-MEN). Waiting for their cue.
              
              IN THE KITCHEN, Lisa continues the ANTHEM.
              
                                       SHAZZA (CONT'D)
                        STOP IT!!!!!
              
              The G-Men march in. Flash their ID.
              
                                    SHAZZA (CONT'D)
                        Who the f***?
              
                                    G-MAN 1
                        US government, Ma'am. We're f***ing
                        you over.
              
                                    G-MAN 2
                        We'll take these. Happy Halloween.
              
              The G-Men seize Eddie and SINGING Lisa and carry them out.
              
                                       SHAZZA
                        What the-?
              
                                    EDDIE
                        Well, Bitch? Trick or f***in' treat?
                        What's it gonna be?
              
                                    SHAZZA
                        FAAAARRRRRRRKKKKKKK!!!!!!
              
              AROUND THE CORNER, Bazza cracks up.      Waves good-bye.
              
              The SMILING G-Men and Kids wave back. Lisa's still SINGING.
              
                                    BAZZA
                        Best Halloween Ever.
              
                                                                 FADE OUT:
              
                                           The End

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              • #22
                Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

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                VERSUS
                
                EXT. SHOLER LABORATORIES - NIGHT
                
                It's a shadowy mega-compound where R&D, bio-engineering, and
                testing are conducted. Secluded. Secure. Sleek.
                
                Security lights shine on bio-hazardous warning signs.
                
                The lights go out.   A campus warning SIREN woops.
                
                
                INT. TEST SUBJECT FACILITIES, SHOLER LABORATORIES - LATER
                
                Emergency lights go on and shine on an isolated row of
                titanium-walled REFRIGERATORS. Each fridge is ventilated and
                has a door.
                
                The doors to these refrigerators are open, and the light is
                on. These refrigerators are empty.
                
                The LED Display on each fridge reads: ATS 10731-A, 10731-B,
                etc. ATS-10731 test subjects A thru H have escaped.
                
                
                EXT. SHOLER VALLEY STRIP MALL - LATER
                
                Isolated. It has the standard issue Fed-Ex store, mattress
                store, and a Starbucks with a drive-thru. A small line of
                cars waits.
                
                Two fourteen year-old KIDS lock their bikes on a stand by the
                Starbucks. JOOJ, wears a beanie. CON, wears a flipped-up
                Captain America mask. The rest is flannel and skinny jeans.
                
                Each has a plastic pumpkin, filled with candy, hooked up on
                their handlebars. They grab their pumpkins and head inside.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          No worries, no cops. Those kids
                          went straight to the parentals.
                
                                    CON
                          Don't mention this to Abby.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          Con, she's a junior and you're a
                          freshman. How long can you keep
                          the junior lie going? Besides,
                          Captain A, we're helping keep kids
                          from a life of fatness.
                
                
                INT. STARBUCKS
                
                Two PATRONS on laptops, plugged in, headphones on.
                
                At the drive-thru window, a frazzled ABBY, sixteen, fumbles
                with a stack of cups, which fall to the ground. Her hair,
                face and arms are covered with fake blood, i.e. Carrie.
                
                                    ABBY
                          I'm sorry, is that whipped cream on
                          all frappucinos, or no whipped
                          cream? Sorry. One more time,
                          please. Four with and one without?
                
                KIMMIE, type-A bitch and supervisor removes Abby's headset.
                
                                    ABBY (CONT'D)
                          The headset cuts off.
                
                                    KIMMIE
                          The headset works, Abby. Do the
                          trash and clean like we did in
                          training. Can you do that?
                
                In the background, BARISTA CLAIRE closes a refrigerator door.
                She wears cat make-up, and cat's ears on her Starbucks cap.
                
                                    CLAIRE
                          There's no more soy.
                
                                     KIMMIE
                          Claire, register and orders.   I'll
                          do drinks.
                
                Abby sulks off as Kimmie hands Abby's headset to Claire.
                
                                       CON (O.S.)
                          Hey, Abby.
                
                Abby cringes as she spots Con.
                
                                    KIMMIE
                              (to Con)
                          Can I help you?
                
                
                EXT. TRASH DUMPSTER AREA, STRIP MALL
                
                One dumpster shakes as whatever is inside RUMBLES around.
                
                
                INT. STARBUCKS
                
                Con and Jooj sip their beverages and inhale Snickers and M&Ms
                from their pumpkin stash, while Abby tends to the trash.
                
                                    CON
                              (to Abby)
                          Carrie, nice.
                
                Abby gives him a curt, closed-lip smile.
                
                A MALE PATRON zips up his laptop sleeve and exits the store.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          Call of Duty over WOW. WOW is nerd-
                          tastic, but just not for me.
                
                                    CON
                          Either way, I'm over X-Box.
                
                Jooj smiles.   Con is "playing it cool" for Abby.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          So, Con, have you gotten your
                          pubes, yet?
                
                Con flips off Jooj.    Jooj's attention wanders over to:
                
                Claire who listens with horror growing in her eyes as there's
                SCREAMING on the other end of the headset.
                
                                     CLAIRE
                          I don't know if we're being pranked
                          right now.
                
                She hands the headset to Kimmie who listens in.
                
                                    KIMMIE
                          I'm sorry, if you're not ordering
                          drinks, we can't help you. We can
                          call the police, though.
                
                BACK TO CON AND JOOJ
                
                Con flips an M&M in his mouth and looks over at Abby who
                changes a second trash receptacle.
                
                                    CON
                              (hushed)
                          Could you just be chill with Abby?
                
                                    JOOJ
                          If you hooked me up with Claire,
                          then I'd be all swagger.
                
                AT THE DRIVE-THRU REGISTER
                
                Claire is officially freaked.
                
                                      CLAIRE
                            That car isn't pulling around.
                
                                      KIMMIE
                            I'll check on it. Just take orders
                            at the window.
                
                ABBY
                
                She hauls two bags of trash toward the front door.
                
                Con beats her to the door. He's about to open it for her
                when he looks outside. His eyes pop.
                
                INSIDE/OUTSIDE THE DOOR
                
                Something moves behind a car.
                
                                      CON
                            What the f***. Something's out
                            there.
                
                Abby looks. Whatever Con saw is not there now. He freaks.
                
                                       ABBY
                            Where?   What is it?
                
                                      CON
                            Behind the car. I don't know what
                            it is, but it looks evil.
                
                                      ABBY
                            Shut up. Connor... I need to take
                            these out. Thanks for your
                            concern, but don't mess with me.
                
                BACK ROOM
                
                Kimmie eyes the SECURITY MONITOR. A security camera view.
                There's an SUV parked by the menu board.
                
                A hand grips the open window on the driver's side.
                
                Kimmie heads to the back exit door and opens it.
                
                SECURITY MONITOR
                
                The SUV is parked at the menu board.
                
                FRONT DOOR AREA
                
                Con looks outside. He blocks the door and blocks Abby from
                going outside. Jooj looks out the door like a little kid
                waiting to see Santa Claus.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          Was it a shape-shifter, chupacabra?
                          Tell me it was a chupa.
                              (chanting)
                          Chupa-cabra, chupa-cabra.
                
                                    ABBY
                              (to Con)
                          I will go Carrie on you. I'm
                          already in a Carrie state of mind.
                
                                    CON
                          Go Carrie, but no one's going out
                          there until I know it's gone.
                
                SECURITY MONITOR
                
                Kimmie reaches the SUV driver's window. And a CREATURE
                lunges out of the SUV window.
                
                FRONT DOOR AREA
                
                Con keeps watch. Jooj is psyched, but Abby is pissed.
                
                A distant SCREAM!
                
                                    CON (CONT'D)
                          What was that? It came from...
                
                Con, Abby and Jooj look over toward the back room area.
                
                                    ABBY
                          It's Halloween, people have been
                          fake screaming in the drive-thru
                          speaker all night.
                
                                    JOOJ
                          Halloween is better than Christmas.
                          Chupa-cabra. Chupa-cabra.
                
                There's a queer sound outside and, in unison, Con, Abby and
                Jooj look out the door and are stunned as they see:
                
                A CREATURE, an ATS 10731 stares them down.
                
                It's a RAT, or at least, it has rat DNA. It's as big as a
                coyote, and it's muscular as if pumped with steroids. It
                stands on its hind legs, and walks with a human-like gait.
                
                From its eyes, it's assessing the situation. Its claw waves,
                motioning "attack."
                
                Abby drops the trash.   LOCKS the door.
                
                Jooj screams like a little girl and runs to the rest room.
                
                DRIVE-THRU AREA
                
                Claire SCREAMS as:
                
                An ATS Creature leaps up into the opened drive-thru window.
                Claire tries to shut the window, but the creature is stuck.
                It's too wide for this opening, at the moment.
                
                BACK TO CON AND ABBY
                
                Abby has her wits about her and moves to the condiment
                counter on wheels.
                
                                       ABBY
                          Help me.
                
                Con joins her and they push the counter against the door.
                
                The Alpha 10731 RAMS the door again. It spider-cracks.
                
                Abby and Con retreat past a TABLE.
                
                BENEATH TABLE
                
                The last Customer hides. He dials 911 on his cell phone.
                
                ABBY AND CON
                
                                    ABBY (CONT'D)
                          I didn't mean to go Carrie on this
                          place. What do we do?
                
                                    CON
                          If you went Carrie on this place,
                          we would be burning alive.
                              (pause)
                          Can you make fire?
                
                                    ABBY
                          Hah, f*** you.
                
                                    CON
                          Fire kills. Can we make fire?
                
                                    ABBY
                          We have a toaster oven.
                
                They move toward the back of the coffeehouse.
                
                CRASH! An ATS Creature has smashed through a front window,
                and it hunts down the last remaining Customer.
                
                Con looks at the fridge. It's six feet high.
                
                                      ABBY (CONT'D)
                            There's no oxygen in a fridge.
                
                                      CON
                            Do you want to be one of their fun-
                            sized Halloween treats?
                
                Abby opens the fridge. She and Con empty it like mad.
                
                The intermittent crying of SIRENS grows.
                
                Claire runs past Abby and Con, and into the back room.
                
                                      CON (CONT'D)
                            Claire, those things are out there.
                
                BACK ROOM
                
                Claire opens the back door and faces a bloody ATS Creature.
                
                BACK TO CON AND ABBY
                
                They finish emptying the fridge. There's room for two.
                
                Claire's SCREAMS curdle and deafen.
                
                Con and Abby's eyes meet and they share a moment of abject
                horror. Abby gets in the fridge.
                
                                      CON (CONT'D)
                            Jooj, we'll be in the fridge!
                
                                      JOOJ (O.C.)
                            ...I'm not going anywhere!
                
                The Alpha 10731 advances toward Con and Abby.
                
                Con closes the door.
                
                                        ABBY
                            It locks.
                
                Con reaches down and grabs an empty CUP. He holds the cup by
                the latch to prevent it from locking.
                
                BAM!   Outside, the Alpha 10731 rams the refrigerator.
                
                INSIDE THE FRIDGE
                
                Pitch dark until Con swipes his phone screen. The light
                glows. He hands the phone to Abby, who breathes hard.
                
                BAM!   Again the fridge is rocked.
                
                                     CON
                           Just so you know, we shouldn't
                           breathe so much.
                               (pause)
                           And I'm actually a freshman.
                
                Abby hyperventilates.
                
                                     ABBY
                           Just so you know, I have a
                           boyfriend, and I need oxygen.
                
                Con swings the door open. The Alpha 10731 pounces. BAM!
                
                Con holds the door closed. It's not locked.
                
                The fridge is knocked and rocked side to side.
                
                                     ABBY (CONT'D)
                           Can't breathe.
                
                Con waits and waits. Abby stares him down.
                
                The assault subsides.
                
                Con swings the door open. The Alpha lunges at them. Abby
                SCREAMS. Con closes the door. It LOCKS.
                
                The Alpha tries to open the fridge. But it's locked.
                
                There's a CLICKING. The door lock is being picked.
                
                The door opens.
                
                The Alpha cranes its neck, ready to attack. It lunges at Con
                and Abby.
                
                GUNFIRE. High-powered stuff. The Alpha 10731 collapses.
                
                
                EXT. SHOLER VALLEY STRIP MALL
                
                The siege is over. Police and military vehicles have the
                mall surrounded.
                
                Ambulances. PARAMEDICS examine Con and Abby.
                
                                                                 FADE OUT.

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                • #23
                  Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

                  Code:
                  REQUIEM
                  
                  FADE IN:
                  
                  INT. RILEY HOUSE -- EVENING
                  
                  A DOOR in the dark, dimly illuminated by pale light filtering
                  through the transom window above.
                  
                  The CHIME of a doorbell, followed by the CLICK of heels on
                  hardwood floors.
                  
                  As the CLICKS grows louder, we push slowly in on the doorknob
                  until it fills the frame.
                  
                  The CLICKS stop, and a feminine hand twists the knob open,
                  revealing two young men on the porch, large black duffle bags
                  on the ground next to them.
                  
                  ADAM is in a v-neck and designer jeans, standing tall and
                  smiling, which contrasts with BLAKE (early 20s) who slouches
                  in a faded Nintendo hoodie, hands in the kangaroo pockets.
                  
                  Adam smiles reassuringly.
                  
                                       ADAM
                             Mrs. Riley?
                  
                  We get our first look at MRS. RILEY (late 30s) framed in the
                  doorway of the dark entrance, undeniably MILF.
                  
                                       MRS. RILEY
                             Yes, come in. Thank you for coming
                             on such short notice.
                  
                                       ADAM
                             No problem at all. We understand
                             that most of our clients want to
                             get things handled quickly. You
                             should never feel unsafe in your
                             own home.
                  
                  She leads them into the
                  
                  LIVING ROOM
                  
                  Which is modern in all its arrangements.
                  
                  Adam and Blake leave their duffle bags by a couch, their
                  heads turning as they scan their surroundings.
                  
                  Blake registers a TEDDY BEAR, which contrasts with the other
                  more stylish tchotchkes the mantle.
                  
                  He catches Adam's and gives a subtle head nod in the bear's
                  direction.
                  
                  Adam follows the line and sees it himself, nodding in
                  affirmation.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            Can we see the object?
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            Of course. Down to business.
                  
                  She leads them through an open archway into the
                  
                  DINING ROOM
                  
                  Which has wall-sized windows that reveal expansive, empty
                  countryside sprawled out below the house and a grey sky
                  above. Next to the large dining table is a GRAND PIANO.
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY (CONT'D)
                                (re: Piano)
                            Here it is.
                  
                  Adam stands and speaks with her as Blake begins to pace
                  around it with the intensity of a predator stalking his prey.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            You said it's been occurring as
                            long as you've lived here?
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            Not exactly. I only hear it when my
                            husband is away on business trips.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            And only when you're in this room?
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            The opposite. I'll be doing
                            something in another room, when a
                            mournful tune will begin out of
                            nowhere. If I come in here, it
                            stops.
                  
                  Blake briefly turns his attention to them.
                  
                                       BLAKE
                            Whose piano is it? Yours or your
                            husband's?
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            It was the previous owners. A
                            classical musician of international
                            note.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            Do you play?
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            No, neither of us play.
                  
                  Adam puts a comforting hand on her shoulder.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            You don't have to worry anymore.
                            We're specialists, we'll have this
                            sorted out in no time.
                  
                  Their eyes meet. Chemistry?
                  
                  CLANG!
                  
                  They both startle scrambling to find the source of the noise--
                  Blake testing the keys on the piano by crushing out a
                  discordant chord.
                  
                  The two stare daggers. Blake shows no signs of noticing as he
                  plays a few bars of Fur Elise.
                  
                                      ADAM (CONT'D)
                                (insisting)
                            Blake!
                  
                  Blake looks up.
                  
                                       BLAKE
                            Usually, with these kind of object
                            oriented phenomenon, the resident
                            is just a passive spectator. I
                            don't think your presence is
                            necessary.
                  
                                       ADAM
                            I'm sure a beautiful woman like
                            yourself has some friends you can
                            stay with.
                  
                                      MRS. RILEY
                            Of course, I wouldn't want to be in
                            the way.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            Just as a warning, de-haunting is
                            no easy task.  The energies expended
                            may cause some issues with electronics,
                            so don't be surprised if you notice
                            some hiccups in the next few days.
                  
                                                                    CUT TO:
                  
                  
                  INT. LIVING ROOM -- LATER
                  
                  Adam rips a battery out of the teddy bear-- it's a nanny cam.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            A place like this should have a
                            real security system.
                  
                  Adam pulls contents from a duffel bag next to the TV. He's
                  hooking up an Xbox.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            You think her and her husband
                            are... you know, on there?
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            Really?
                  
                                      ADAM
                                (shrugging)
                            You never know. We've got time to
                            kill...
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            I don't know, I feel like this
                            could be the real thing. She said
                            it only occurs on nights with a
                            full moon right? This sort of thing
                            is well-documented in the
                            literature.
                  
                  Adam shakes his head in disbelief.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            The real thing? She fits all the
                            criteria: bored spouse, alone in a
                            big house, husband on trips all the
                            time. It's natural to go a little
                            stir crazy.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            But looks at this place. It's well
                            put together-- no creaky steps, no
                            dark attic or basement.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            We've been running this scam for
                            two years. And not a single event.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            Absence of evidence is not evidence
                            of absence. We've had our share of
                            false alarms, I'll grant you that,
                            but if it happened every time they
                            wouldn't call them paranormal,
                            would they?
                  
                  Blake clicks the Xbox and TV on and they both grab
                  controllers and retreat to the couch.
                  
                                      BLAKE (CONT'D)
                            And don't call it a scam. Placebos
                            are great if they solve the
                            problem.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            I know, I know. I came up with that
                            analogy. To convince you to start
                            this in the first place.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            Which reminds me, I want to talk to
                            you about taking bigger cut.
                  
                                      ADAM
                            Not while we're on the clock.
                  
                  
                  INT. LIVING ROOM -- LATER
                  
                  Illuminated only by the glow of the TV, the coffee table is a
                  mess of mountain dew, chips, and candy.
                  
                  Adam is sprawled sideways across an armchair, while Blake
                  sleeps sitting up on the couch, mouth agape.
                  
                  The TV clicks off, and Blake slowly wakes up, yawning.
                  
                  A dark, haunting tune echoes in the background.
                  
                  Adam picks up a half-full two liter and takes a sip-wait-
                  he's chugging it, emptying it in a disgusting display.
                  
                  He blinks grogginess away, and then his eyes narrow as the
                  tune in the background comes into focus.
                  
                                      BLAKE
                            Adam... Adam!
                  
                  Adam doesn't respond. Blake gets up and starts shaking him,
                  to no avail. The music is rising, becoming more complex.
                  
                  Blake plugs Adam's nostrils, but Adam just starts breathing
                  through his mouth.
                  
                  Shrugging, Blake turns his attention in the direction of the
                  sound. The music is booming now.
                  
                  He makes his way towards the entrance to the dining room. Is
                  there a glow? His eyes widen expectation. Could this be it?
                  
                  The music continues to swell. As he comes around the corner,
                  and gets in full sight of the piano--
                  
                  Silence.
                  
                  The room is still, the moon shining brightly down, reflecting
                  on the angled top of the piano.
                  
                  A long beat. Wind whips the trees and tall grass across the
                  countryside below.
                  
                  Blake makes his way towards the piano, seemingly in a trance.
                  
                  He sits on the bench. Presses a key. Ding.
                  
                  More keys, more Dings. Gradually, with some mistakes at first
                  and then more clearly, it develops into the melody of the
                  song.
                  
                  He moves his left hand onto the keys, figuring out the
                  harmony.
                  
                  His face is narrowly focused. Reflecting in the glass, we see
                  a FIGURE, an ethereal man, materialize, blurry.
                  
                  Blake is more confident now, he's finding the notes without
                  trial and error. As he plays, the figure grows brighter, more
                  substantial somehow.
                  
                  Blake gets paler and paler. He begins to sweat.
                  
                  The music swells, more complex as Blake gets into the finale,
                  his frown burrowing in concentration.
                  
                  The figure, a man in full recital garb, is in full focus now,
                  revealing his sharp handsome features. He looms over Blake,
                  raising his hands and placing them on Blake's shoulders.
                  
                  Color starts to resolve his black and white visage, seemingly
                  flowing from Blake as the song comes crashing to an end.
                  
                  Blake is a wisp. As he hits the final notes, he looks up and
                  catches the figure's eye in the window's reflection.
                  
                  Realizing, he lets out a soundless scream, face contorted in
                  horror before--
                  
                  Blake's gone. Disapparated. The figure is alone in the
                  moonlight.
                  
                  ON THE FRONT DOOR AGAIN
                  
                  The CLICK of dress shoes on hardwood floors as moonlight
                  drifts in through the transom window.
                  
                  As the CLICKS grows louder, we push slowly in on the doorknob
                  until it fills the frame.
                  
                  The CLICKS stop, and an immaculate hand with varnished nails
                  twists the knob, pulling the door open.
                  
                  Revealing the vast, wide world outside.
                  
                  [end]

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                  • #24
                    Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

                    Code:
                    DANSE MACABRE
                    
                    INT. VAUGHN CASTLE - MAIN HALL - NIGHT
                    
                    A large room filled with Halloween decorations: bubbling
                    cauldrons, black light, fake bats, cobwebs, towering
                    pillar candles, and Jack-o-lanterns. Heavy bookshelves
                    line one wall, heavy drapes cover the other.
                    
                    A DJ STATION in front of a huge marble fireplace booms "I
                    Put A Spell On You" from the massive speakers. Dozens of
                    GUESTS dressed in expensive costumes and professional
                    make-up dance in the center beneath a sparkling mirror
                    ball.
                    
                    More guests mill about the perimeter, drinking and
                    talking.
                    
                    Just inside the heavy double doors at the entrance, a
                    little FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER surveys the party. The full-
                    head mask is cheap and too big, the costume slapped
                    together from used clothes.
                    
                    A ZOMBIE dressed in a butler suit shuffles past Monster.
                    Exposed vertebrae and an empty eye socket reveal this is
                    no make-up.
                    
                    The zombie rings a small bell. Two guests enter, a
                    stunning Marilyn Monroe and a perfect copy of
                    Beetlejuice. The zombie turns slowly and shuffles out,
                    leaving Monster staring after it.
                    
                    A cheer from the crowd gets Monster's attention. In front
                    of the DJ table, a MUMMY struggles against the chains
                    binding it to the floor.
                    
                    Ghandi takes aim with a dart at the crudely drawn target
                    on the Mummy's forehead. He throws and hits the outer
                    ring. The crowd boos as the Mummy shakes its head,
                    wagging the dart.
                    
                    A tall Caveman smugly steps up, aims, and lets fly his
                    dart, striking near the bullseye. The Mummy shakes its
                    head furiously, scattering the darts into the cheering
                    crowd.
                    
                    Monster cocks its head and moves to the bar.
                    
                    A hulking VAMPIRE in a white tuxedo serves a cocktail to
                    a Pocahontas. He turns to the little Monster.
                    
                                            VAMPIRE
                              Would you care for a beverage?
                    
                    Monster cocks its head to look at the mirror behind the
                    bar. The Vampire does not have a reflection.
                    
                    The Vampire recognizes the look.
                    
                                            VAMPIRE
                              Yes, I'm a real vampire. Lord of
                              the night, immortal undead. Fear
                              me or die. Cranberry soda?
                    
                    Monster nods. The Vampire pours the drink and drops a red
                    straw into it.
                    
                    Monster walks along a wall, sipping the drink through the
                    mask. It stops at a lit portrait of a girl, about 14.
                    
                                            VAUGHN (O.S.)
                              Excuse me.
                    
                    Monster turns to face VAUGHN (50s), a barrel-chested
                    white-haired man in heavy black robes embroidered with
                    silver upside-down pentagrams.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              I didn't invite any children. Who
                              are you?
                    
                    Monster leans and points at Beetlejuice tearing up the
                    dance floor with Gangnam Style.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Pratt? So, they adopted after all.
                              I would be the last to know, of
                              course.
                    
                    Vaughn seems to remember himself and bows deeply to
                    Monster.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Where are my manners? Forgive me.
                              I am Lord Vaughn. Welcome.
                    
                    Monster mimics the bow awkwardly.
                    
                    The Zombie wheels a cart with a large covered tray into
                    the room. One wheel squeaks loudly enough to be heard
                    over the music.
                    
                    Vaughn and the Monster turn to watch.
                    
                    The cart stops. The music grows quiet. The Zombie lifts
                    the cover to reveal a pile of human bones, dry and dirt-
                    stained.
                    
                    At the DJ station, record albums hover into the air, a
                    parade of shiny black discs rotating in a circle.
                    
                    The records twirl and spin, and one record drops out of
                    place to land on one of the turntables.
                    
                    The "Monster Mash" suddenly blasts from the speakers. The
                    crowd cheers and clears the dance floor.
                    
                    The bass disturbs the bones. They stir, rattle, shake.
                    The skull rolls off the cart and bounces across the dance
                    floor.
                    
                    At the bar, the Vampire lets out a huge sigh.
                    
                    The rest of the bones spill off the cart and clatter to
                    the floor, but they keep moving, bouncing like Mexican
                    jumping beans, all towards the skull.
                    
                    One after another the bones join together, connect to the
                    skull and form a complete SKELETON.
                    
                    The Skeleton kick-jumps to its feet and comes face-to-
                    face with the Vampire, right on cue with the song chorus.
                    Together, they start dancing the Monster Mash.
                    
                    The Zombie, slow to arrive, joins them in the dance. At
                    the DJ station, a sheet rises up with eye holes cut out
                    of it. The Ghost glides into position with the others,
                    two sheet corners twisting into arms to mash with.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              I'm surprised your new parents
                              brought you to my little party.
                    
                    Monster points at the Mummy.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              My latest acquisition. I can't
                              quite control her yet. The
                              Egyptians really knew their magic.
                    
                    Vaughn eyes Monster, suspicious.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              What is your name?
                    
                    Monster cocks its head, then points to the portrait.
                    
                    Vaughn's face softens. He touches the portrait, suddenly
                    emotional.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              My daughter, Emily. Lovely, wasn't
                              she?
                    
                    Vaughn turns away to greet other guests. Monster stares
                    after him, sipping the drink.
                    
                    The music abruptly changes to the Macarena. The Skeleton,
                    Zombie, Ghost, and miserable Vampire switch to that dance
                    in unison. Costumed guests jump to join in.
                    
                    The Mummy struggles harder to break free.
                    
                    The little Monster's glass drops, shatters on the floor.
                    It moves with purpose past the bar to an alcove with a
                    stone gargoyle sitting on a marble pedestal.
                    
                    Monster rotates the heavy gargoyle until it clicks. It
                    removes a glove, revealing a small hand with weathered,
                    leathery skin, fingernails yellow and cracked.
                    
                    It presses a hidden catch in the pedestal. A PANEL slides
                    open.
                    
                    Inside is a thick, hand-crafted TOME with an upside-down
                    pentagram pressed into the leather cover. Hanging over
                    the book is an ornate silver AMULET with a blood-red
                    crystal.
                    
                    The crystal glows, pulsing like a heartbeat.
                    
                    The Macarena is in full swing. Monster strides slowly
                    towards the dance floor, light pulsing softly from its
                    hand.
                    
                    Monster pushes through the throng of dancing guests, into
                    the midst of the undead performers.
                    
                    It raises the amulet over its head.
                    
                    Vaughn, at the edge of the crowd, recognizes the pulsing
                    glow. He blanches, fearful, holds out his hand.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Stop!
                    
                    Monster turns its head to look at him, then hurtles the
                    amulet to the floor. The crystal shatters.
                    
                    The Vampire stops dancing. So does the Skeleton. The
                    Ghost's sheet falls to the floor, limp. Only the Zombie
                    continues, oblivious to the others.
                    
                    The music cuts out. The guests look at the little
                    Monster, at each other, at Vaughn, wondering what's going
                    on.
                    
                    The Vampire leans his towering frame over a WOMAN dressed
                    as Hermoine.
                    
                                            VAMPIRE
                              Pardon me. Would you mind if I
                              have a drink?
                    
                    Hermoine holds up her glass of red wine uncertainly.
                    
                    The Vampire slaps the glass away, wrenches her head to
                    the side and sinks his fangs into her neck.
                    
                    Techno Halloween music pipes from the speakers as the
                    guests scream and scatter like rats in the light.
                    
                    Record albums whiz through the air, smashing against
                    fleeing guests. Books fly off shelves, an avalanche that
                    buries four hapless victims.
                    
                    The Skeleton leaps onto Beetlejuice's back, finger bones
                    slashing and tearing flesh like claws. Beetlejuice
                    screams, the screams suddenly cut off as the Skeleton
                    tears out his throat, spurting blood everywhere.
                    
                    The Zombie grabs a woman's head and snaps her neck. He
                    slams his arm into a man, sending him hurtling through
                    the air.
                    
                    The little Monster dances playfully on the broken
                    crystal, clothes and mask sprayed with blood. It spins en
                    pointe, a competent ballet turn made awkward by the
                    costume's bulk.
                    
                    Vaughn grabs Monster and spins it to face him.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              You don't know what you've done!
                    
                    The Mummy's chains rattle. Vaughn sees guests pushed
                    aside by the invisible Ghost heading for the Mummy.
                    
                    The locks holding the Mummy suddenly pop open. The chains
                    fall away and the Mummy stumbles into a group of
                    panicking guests. Each person it touches withers and rots
                    to sludge.
                    
                    Vaughn tears Monster's mask off.
                    
                    It's EMILY (16), the girl from the portrait, but she
                    doesn't look the same. Only part of her face is her own,
                    the rest a patchwork of skin tones and features, a
                    composite of other faces stitched together like a quilt.
                    A true Frankenstein's Monster.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              Hi, daddy.
                    
                    Vaughn stares in disbelief.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Em?
                    
                    He looks at Emily like a father who hasn't seen his child
                    in ages.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Emily!
                    
                    He hugs her, relieved, overjoyed.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              It worked! Why didn't she tell me
                              it worked?
                    
                                            EMILY
                              Yes, daddy. I'm back.
                    
                    The Ghost sheet flies over a running Walter White's head,
                    twisting, tightening, wringing until it blooms red.
                    
                    The Vampire launches himself at Vaughn, his face and
                    white tuxedo soaked with blood, but an unseen force
                    prevents him.
                    
                    He hisses in frustration and goes after a small group of
                    guests who nearly made it to the exit.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Time to end this.
                    
                    Vaughn picks up the amulet. He touches it to an amber
                    ring on his finger and mutters.
                    
                    Emily dances around Vaughn. From behind, she yanks his
                    robe hard, pulling him off his feet. She drives his head
                    into the floor.
                    
                    Dazed, Vaughn can't stop her from removing the ring from
                    his finger.
                    
                    The music stops. The remaining guests have fled, leaving
                    behind the carnage of a bloody massacre.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                                   (commanding)
                              Em, you give that back right now.
                    
                    Emily hangs her head and holds the ring out. Vaughn
                    reaches for it.
                    
                    She drops the ring and crushes it beneath her boot.
                    
                    The Vampire rises up from his latest victim, cold hatred
                    on his face, and advances slowly.
                    
                    The Zombie shuffles towards Vaughn, dragging an arm
                    behind him.
                    
                    The Skeleton, now slick with blood, walks quickly towards
                    the helpless Vaughn. It slips and clatters to the floor,
                    begins to crawl instead.
                    
                    The Ghost sheet billows and settles into human form, its
                    face a death mask of blood.
                    
                    The Mummy shuffles through the bodies aimlessly.
                    
                    Vaughn scrambles backwards on the floor.
                    
                    Emily frees herself of the bulky costume, wearing Goth
                    punk clothes underneath. She's beautiful and grotesque, a
                    hodgepodge of parts cobbled together but with a young
                    girl's lines and grace.
                    
                    She kicks a dead man's hand out of her way as she
                    catwalks towards Vaughn.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              What do you think, daddy?
                    
                    She pirouettes for him.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              I hope the doctor got it right.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Why are you doing this, Em?
                    
                                            EMILY
                              Isn't this what you wanted?
                    
                    The Vampire moves to pass Emily but she stops him with a
                    hand. The Vampire bows to her and backs away.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              No, I don't want this, whatever
                              this is.
                    
                    Emily clods her way over bodies to the Mummy.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              Poor thing.
                    
                    She reaches for its hand.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              Don't touch it!
                    
                    Emily's wraps her hand around the Mummy's and she leads
                    it back to the dumbfounded Vaughn.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              You see? It can't hurt me. None of
                              them can. You did this to me.
                    
                                            VAUGHN
                              I just wanted my little girl back.
                    
                    Emily smiles happily.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              But I'm not your little girl any
                              more. You made me one of your
                              monsters, daddy.
                    
                    Emily opens her arms, beckoning.
                    
                    The Vampire, the Skeleton, the Zombie, the Ghost, and the
                    Mummy stand alongside her, looking down at their former
                    captor.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              Us monsters need to stick
                              together.
                    
                    She leans over and kisses Vaughn on the lips.
                    
                                            EMILY
                              I have a new family now. Goodbye,
                              daddy.
                    
                    As she backs away, the other monsters descend on the
                    screaming Vaughn, tearing into him.
                    
                    Emily skips around the dance floor, splashing in pools of
                    blood.
                    
                                                                    FADE OUT.

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                    • #25
                      Re: Entries - Halloween 2013 contest

                      Code:
                      MATING CALL
                      
                      FADE IN
                      
                      EXT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
                      
                      Loud music, raised voices, squeals of laughter, shadows
                      moving around inside.
                      
                      
                      INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                      
                      And it's Halloween, everyone's wearing costumes, Spiderman,
                      Batman, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Princess Leia, etc.
                      all licensed of course. Drink flows, people dance, butts
                      get groped.
                      
                      DALE, wearing a grinning plastic pumpkin head, stops CHARLIE
                      who wears a silver robot costume with a square box head
                      and cardboard tube arms.
                      
                                            DALE
                                Great party, man! Hey whassup,
                                you on your own tonight? Where's
                                what's-her-face?
                      
                                            CHARLIE
                                Didn't work out.
                      
                                            DALE
                                That sucks, I thought you two were
                                into each other?
                      
                                            CHARLIE
                                No worries man, I've moved on.
                      
                      Charlie has his eye on FOXY LADY, who is dressed as a vixen
                      with a big bushy tail. Foxy Lady returns Charlie's
                      interested look over her shoulder. Dale sees this.
                      
                                            DALE
                                Give her one for me, will ya?
                      
                                            CHARLIE
                                I'll give her one for both of us.
                      
                      Dale fist-bumps Charlie and moves on.
                      
                      At the booze table, VAMPIRE LADY searches for a bottle
                      that isn't empty. No luck.
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady searches the fridge. Dammit no booze.
                      
                      She asks a bandage-swathed MUMMY DUDE who shuffles by,
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Where's a girl got to go to find a
                                drink around here?
                      
                      Mummy Dude spreads his bandaged hands and MOANS, I dunno!
                      
                      A HEADLESS HORSEMAN with big shoulders pushes by going the
                      other way.
                      
                                            HEADLESS HORSEMAN
                                Try the cellar.
                      
                      Vampire Lady looks around, where's the cellar?
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR STAIRS - NIGHT
                      
                      The door at the top creaks open.   Vampire Lady looks down
                      into the darkness.
                      
                      She fumbles for the light-switch, finds it. A bare bulb
                      reveals the cellar below. Wine bottle racks. Another
                      fridge. A big chest freezer.
                      
                      She gingerly descends, it's awkward to navigate stairs in
                      vampiress spike heels.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady makes it down in one piece.
                      
                      She examines a couple of wine bottles, reads the labels,
                      puts them back. Nah.
                      
                      She opens the fridge. Here be booze. Big smile.
                      
                                              VAMPIRE LADY
                                Jackpot!
                      
                      The brick wall, just behind her, looks different from the
                      rest of the cellar.
                      
                      The brickwork, the cement, is new. And not the work of a
                      master builder. The pointing is poorly done, the concrete's
                      uneven. The bricks seem to want to give way, as if there's
                      some kind of pressure behind them.
                      
                      Vampire Lady selects bottles of vodka, whiskey and gin,
                      trapping them between her arms and her chest. She manages
                      to hang two six-packs from her fingers.
                      
                      She shoulders the fridge door shut and heads for the stairs,
                      struggling to bear the weight.
                      
                      
                      INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie talks with Foxy Lady, she's into him, swishing her
                      tail around.
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady pushes past the Mummy and Headless Horseman,
                      carrying her precious cargo.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                'Scuse me, coming through.
                      
                      
                      INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady makes it to the booze table and puts the
                      bottles and six-packs down.
                      
                      Charlie's intimate conversation with Foxy Lady is ignored
                      for a second as he sees Vampire Lady, and wonders...
                      
                      A cheer goes up, booze!
                      
                      Everyone crowds around her like crazy, filling up their
                      glasses, Vampire Lady is pushed out.
                      
                                             VAMPIRE LADY
                                Hey!
                      
                      When the crowd thins, Vampire Lady is left looking for a
                      drink for herself, she shakes the bottles. Dammit, empty!
                      
                      A hugely tall dude dressed as FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER comes
                      up to her. He has two glasses, he offers her one.
                      
                      Vampire Lady takes the glass and smiles up at him.
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Mummy Dude makes out with a LADY MUMMY, the bandages are
                      slowly coming off.
                      
                      Charlie ignores them and passes through the kitchen.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR STAIRS - NIGHT
                      
                      The door opens again -- this time it's Charlie looking
                      down.
                      
                      The light bulb is still on.
                      
                      Charlie hurries downstairs.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie stands motionless, just his eyes move, scanning
                      the cellar.
                      
                      He focuses on the new brickwork.
                      
                      The shoddy pointing.
                      
                      That pressure bulge.
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY - CELLAR DOOR - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie closes the cellar door and locks it. He takes the
                      key and slips it into his pocket.
                      
                      
                      INT. PARTY HOUSE - NIGHT
                      
                      A montage of party goings-on, dancing, drinking, making
                      out.
                      
                      Foxy Lady leads Charlie into a room and closes the door.
                      
                      A pile of bandages lies on the kitchen floor.
                      
                      Dale captures a PRINCESS LEIA who allows him to disarm her
                      and interrogate her body.
                      
                      Vampire Lady's glass is empty. She pouts, then smiles up
                      at the Frankenstein's Monster.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                I know where we can get more.
                      
                      She gestures for the Monster to follow her, he lumbers
                      after her with arms outstretched, like his namesake.
                      
                                              MONSTER
                                Muuuuuuhhh.
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY - CELLAR DOOR - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady pulls the handle, discovers the door's locked.
                      
                                              VAMPIRE LADY
                                Aw!
                      
                      The Monster gently moves her aside, takes hold of the
                      handle, and tugs hard. CRACK! Splintered wood. He opens
                      the door.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                You are very useful!
                      
                      She finds the light-switch and descends into the cellar.
                      The Monster follows.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
                      
                      Vampire Lady raids the fridge, putting bottles into the
                      Monster's waiting arms.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Oooh bourbon.
                      
                      Behind them, in the glow from the fridge light, mixed with
                      their moving shadows, the new brickwork looks even more
                      obvious.
                      
                      The Monster can't carry any more, he's fully laden.
                      
                      Vampire Lady grabs another two six-packs and closes the
                      fridge door.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Let's go, big guy.
                      
                      They head for the stairs.
                      
                      Vampire Lady stops, listens, looks back.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Did you hear something?
                      
                                            MONSTER
                                Muuuuuuuh-uh.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Ohmygod you think there are rats
                                down here?
                      
                      She pushes him toward the stairs.
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Let's get outta here.
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY - CELLAR DOOR - NIGHT
                      
                      They emerge from the cellar, Vampire Lady kicks the door
                      shut a little too hard, it BANGS.
                      
                      
                      INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie and a half-dressed Foxy Lady make out on the bed.
                      
                      Charlie abruptly sits up and becomes still, listening.
                      
                                            FOXY LADY
                                Yip yip yip yip.
                      
                                               CHARLIE
                                What?
                      
                                               FOXY LADY
                                Mating call.
                      
                      Charlie is torn...
                      
                                            CHARLIE
                                I gotta go check on something.
                      
                                               FOXY LADY
                                Yip yip?
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie bumps into the Headless Horseman, pushes past him.
                      
                      The Headless Horseman turns around and around, hard to see
                      from inside those big fake shoulders.
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY - CELLAR DOOR - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie discovers the damaged cellar door.
                      
                      He opens it. The cellar light is still on.
                      
                      Paranoia settles on Charlie and makes him bug-eyed and
                      shaky.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR STAIRS - NIGHT
                      
                      Charlie pulls the door shut behind him.
                      
                      He pauses for a moment. Then he descends the stairs.
                      
                      Gradually, as we descend with him, Charlie sees that the
                      newly construction section of wall has collapsed, there's
                      a heap of bricks, and a hole that leads to a dark hiding
                      place.
                      
                      Charlie's knees turn to rubber, he has to hold onto the
                      hand-rail to stop himself from falling downstairs.
                      
                      He forces himself to continue down.
                      
                      His breathing is ragged as he cautiously approaches the
                      hole in the wall.
                      
                      He passes by the fridge, passes by the chest freezer.
                      
                      The lighting is so bad down here that whatever might be
                      inside the hole in the wall can't be seen. It's a spot of
                      inky blackness.
                      
                      Wait, Charlie knows there's a flashlight. He finds it on
                      a shelf. He switches it on. The bulb glows, and flickers,
                      and glows -- and goes out.
                      
                      Charlie shakes the flashlight, no, not now!
                      
                      The flashlight bulb glows again, and stays on. Charlie
                      sighs with relief.
                      
                      He points the beam into the hole in the wall.
                      
                      It illuminates another wall, the far side of a recess.
                      Bolted to this wall are chains, attached to dangling
                      manacles.
                      
                      The manacles are dark with blood. More blood has dripped
                      down the wall, creating thin dark streams.
                      
                      Charlie stares in horror and disbelief.
                      
                      He moves to one side to shine the beam into the darkness
                      there, then moves to the other side to shine the beam into
                      that spot of darkness. Nothing.
                      
                      Charlie figures it out. Whoever was entombed here slipped
                      out of their manacles, using blood as lubricant, and pushed
                      until the wall gave way. Yes this is telling instead of
                      showing, but it adds atmosphere.
                      
                      Behind Charlie, unseen by him, the chest freezer lid slowly
                      opens. Someone with long, dark hair slowly sits up.
                      
                      
                      INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
                      
                      The party's in super full swing, dancing's crazier, bodies
                      are pressed more tightly together.
                      
                      Vampire Lady hug-dances with the Monster. Or at least
                      with his chest, 'cause his head is so high it's out of
                      shot.
                      
                      Foxy Lady taps Vampire Lady on the shoulder.
                      
                                            FOXY LADY
                                You seen Charlie?
                      
                                            VAMPIRE LADY
                                Maybe he went down to the cellar,
                                that's where he keeps the booze.
                      
                      Foxy Lady nods thanks and moves on.
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Foxy Lady has to shuffle around the Headless Horseman, who
                      doesn't seem to know where he's going.
                      
                                               HEADLESS HORSEMAN
                                   Hello, can you point me to the
                                   toilet? Hello?
                      
                      But Foxy Lady is gone, he's alone.
                      
                      
                      INT. HALLWAY - CELLAR DOOR - NIGHT
                      
                      Foxy Lady looks down the stairs.
                      
                                               FOXY LADY
                                   Charlie?
                      
                      No answer.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR STAIRS - NIGHT
                      
                      Foxy Lady cautiously descends.
                      
                                               FOXY LADY
                                   I'm not in the mood for games,
                                   Charlie.
                      
                      No answer.
                      
                      
                      INT. CELLAR - NIGHT
                      
                      Foxy Lady looks around. She sees the hole in the wall,
                      doesn't think anything of it. No sign of Charlie.
                      
                                               FOXY LADY
                                   Dammit.
                      
                      She turns and heads back upstairs.
                      
                      She didn't notice the dead flashlight lying on the floor.
                      
                      She didn't notice the streaks of blood on the side and lid
                      of the chest freezer -- streaks that might have been made
                      by someone frantically clawing to try to stop themselves
                      from being pulled inside and trapped in the icy darkness.
                      
                      
                      INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                      
                      Foxy Lady grabs the Headless Horseman and pushes him up
                      against the wall.
                      
                                             FOXY LADY
                                 Yip yip yip yip.
                      
                      She makes out with his bloody severed neck.
                      
                      FADE OUT

                      Nobody knows nothing, and I'm nobody.

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