HALLOWEEN:
HARVEST OF SORROWS
By Chris Shaffer a.k.a.
Zombie Commando
(a fan work copyrighted by Chris Shaffer based on
characters and situations owned by Trancas International films)
FADE IN
INT. Myer's House. Child's bedroom. Night
A young boy rises slowly from his bed. His
name......Michael Myers. The boy makes his way slowly down the steps of the
house. He walks past the kitchen where his mother is chattering on the
phone and past the living room where his father has fallen asleep watching
T.V. The boy slowly pushes open the door leading outside into the cool fall
night. The Myer's dog begins to bark at the little boy on the other side of
the lawn. Michael slowly crosses the lawn, autumn leaves crunching under
his tiny feet. The little boy's hand extends and picks up a sharp stick
lying on the ground.
CUT TO
INT.Myer's house kitchen
Mrs. Myers is suddenly disturbed by a dogs
screeching yelp. She rushes to the door to open it and finds a blood
smeared emotionless boy holding a sharp and bloody stick. She gasps in
disbelief then screams. Mr. Myers rushes out into the yard and is greeted
by horrors he can hardly comprehend. Judith Myers, Michael’s sister, comes
rushing down the stairs.
JUDITH:
Oh my God mom what's wrong what happened to
Michael?
MRS. MYERS (with
tears in her eyes):
Judith get Michael into the bathroom to
wash off now!
Judith leads the little boy upstairs. They
pass a bedroom and a little girl peeks out wiping her eyes. A teddy bear is
curled in one arm. Her name is Laurie Myers.
LAURIE:
Whats going on?
JUDITH:
Go back in your room and go to sleep Laurie.
LAURIE:
But.....
JUDITH:
Do as I say and go now!
Judith leads Michael past Laurie. Laurie is
still looking at her brother trying to fathom what happened. As Michael
reaches the bathroom the door slowly closes behind him. Just before the
door completely shuts his eyes turn and meet Laurie's. As the door finally
shuts darkness envelopes the hall.
CUT TO:
Darkness still filling the screen. In the
blackness a screeching car is heard. Sounds of men struggling. Heavy
breathing. Grunting in pain. A scream. Then a dull thud and the sound of
a man hitting the ground.
A picture from far away slowly comes into
view. It gets bigger and bigger until it fits the frame. It's a man's
bloody smashed face. JOHN's face. The son of LAURIE MYERS.
JOHN (spitting up
blood):
How the fuck did you find me?
PURSUER 1:
We followed the smell. Did you know John
that there are better ways to disappear than become a bum? You could have
followed in the footsteps of your mother and gotten a new name. Hell with
enough money you could have gotten a new face. But no. You chose to become
a bum, and live like an animal. You are a zit on the ass of society. So
unbecoming for one so important to us. To our cause.
JOHN:
Hey here's an idea psycho, fuck your...
SNAP! JOHN's face is stuck by a stick.
JOHN rolls in the dirt and spits out some dislodged teeth. He looks at a
man lying next to him. A man that JOHN was struggling with moments ago. A
man that JOHN smashed with a lead pipe. A man who's partner quickly got the
best of JOHN when his attention was elsewhere.
JOHN had been on the run from his uncle THE
SHAPE for many years. He has spent too long in the gutter hiding from the
evil. Now the evil has found him but not in the form he expected.
PURSUER 1 glances at his fallen comrade.
PURSUER 1:
Ahhh you have the same killer instinct as
your uncle. Pity what is to become of you.
PURSUER 2's neck is clearly broken and his
face is covered in blood. The metal object JOHN swung certainly took its
toll; the man appears to be crippled.
PURSUER 1:
You my friend are of no use to us anymore.
The man turns around and disappears into the
darkness. JOHN is suddenly filled with the hope that his pursuer left him
and trys to get up, but eventually the pain in the back of his skull
overcomes him and his legs fail. A car's headlights loom brighter and
brighter. The car stops and PURSUER 1 emerges, this time with a can of
gasoline in one hand. He stands over his partner in crime (PUSUER 2)
holding the gasoline can.
PURSUER 1 (while
pouring gas on PURSUER 2):
Consider this the easy way out. If you had
come back a failure your punishment would be much more severe.
JOHN notices a small tattoo on PURSUER 1's
hand. It's an ancient druid symbol. The symbol of the thorn.
PURSUER 2 (spitting
out the foul tasting gasoline that creeps into his mouth):
Nooo!
A match is lit and thrown. PURSUER 2 goes
up in flames screaming. JOHN looks on in horror at the burning victim until
a sudden impact out of nowhere sends him into darkness.
CUT TO:
Static fills a television screen. Suddenly
channels begin changing. Several stations are passed over. The credits of
the movie are rolled superimposed over many familiar horror programs and old
sci-fi movies. "HALLOWEEN: HARVEST OF SORROW" The Halloween theme music is
in full swing. The channel changing stops on the image of THE SHAPE. He is
in pursuit of some hapless victim.
INT. Living room.
CRACKHEAD:
Stop here! It's that Halloween movie.
KELLY:
Woah there sparky.
CRACKHEAD:
This movie rules.
KELLY gives CRACKHEAD an off glance and
heads for the kitchen.
CRACKHEAD:
Hey sensuous. Sensuous up can you get me a
beer.
KELLY:
Yeah right so you can get drunk and piss on
my couch again.....I think not.
CRACKHEAD:
Accidents happened babe.
Moans arise from a room down the hall.
CRACKHEAD grabs the remote and turns the volume up. KELLY smiles while
cramming food into her fat face.
CRACKHEAD (while
humping the air):
Ummmm hmmm slob on my knob corn on the cob!
KELLY:
I listen to this crap all the time. He
never leaves. I don't think he has a home.
CRACKHEAD:
I don't know how Christine studies with that
crap going on.
KELLY walks down the hall and enters
CHRISTINE's room. CHRISTINE is on her bed crying into her pillow. This
isn't the first time KELLY has walked in on CHRISTINE like this. CHRISTINE
is hasn't always been the happiest girl in the world but lately she has been
getting worse and worse. Ever since she broke up with her only boyfriend
about a year ago it's been harder and harder for KELLY to try to cheer up
her roommate.
KELLY:
You gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself
babe. You gotta move on and stop living in the past.
CHRISTINE:
I....I'm ugly Kelly and you know, it's kinda
hard being this way. Nobody really likes me! I feel like a detriment to
everyone around me. I have nothing to contribute to anyone. Who is going
to really care if I'm not here? No one!
KELLY:
That's not true babe.
CHRISTINE:
You get all the guys Kelly...you're so happy
and beautiful. I...things will never get better for me, I will always be a
loser....just leave me alone for awhile.
KELLY:
Beautiful huh? Have you looked at me
lately? I'm not the slimmest girl on the block.
CHRISTINE (sighing):
Please be a friend and give me some space.
KELLY:
O.K. but when you get out I've got some
popcorn waiting for you babe.
KELLY exits CHRISTINE's room. CHRISTINE
wipes away her tears and turns on her computer and begins chatting on an
instant messenger. Suddenly the screen name DARKEYE365 comes on to the
screen. CHRISTINE gives a slight smile. She begins to type.
CHRISTINE (typing):
You know I don't even know who you are but I
think you care about me more than nearly everybody I know. I feel like
you're one of my closest friends.
DARKEYE365:
I think the same about you babe. Oh hey I
got some information you wanted about that serial killer Michael Myers.
CHRISTINE:
Cool I really need to finish this project.
DARKEYE365:
Don't dig too far on Myers babe. It could
be dangerous.
CHRISTINE:
Dangerous huh? You know I sometimes really
want to (CHRISTINE pauses in typing and gives a sad depressed look, a tear
escapes one of her eyes) kill myself. I wish I could meet Myers when he was
alive and have him do it for me....save me the trouble myself.
CHRISTINE hears a loud thump on her wall and
moaning from the next room. She begins typing again....
CHRISTINE:
I'm sorry dude but I gotta go TTYL.
CHRISTINE emerges from her room disgusted by
the noises coming from down the hall. She is wearing glasses and has
several books in her hands.
KELLY:
Hey babe all done with your homework?
CHRISTINE:
I umm can't concentrate right now.
CRACKHEAD:
They should go to the zoo if they want to
screw like animals all the time.
CRACKHEAD gets up and starts pounding on the
door. BRIAN emerges, his hair is disheveled and he isn’t wearing a shirt.
BRIAN:
Dude what's up.
CRACKHEAD (smiling):
Having some fun in there.
BRIAN:
You can hear that? Hell yeah man!
BRIAN sees KELLY peek from around the corner
and starts rubbing his nipples.
BRIAN:
Hey baby!
KELLY gives BRIAN a weird look and puts some
pizza in the oven.
BRIAN:
Woah pizza! We'll be out in a few.
CRACKHEAD goes back out into the living room
and takes a seat by CHRISTINE. CHRISTINE is watching THE SHAPE claiming
another victim on the tube.
CRACKHEAD:
Ya know this movie is based on some real
shit that went down a few towns down from us.
CHRISTINE:
Where?
CRACKHEAD:
Haddonfield.
CHRISTINE:
You mean Myers was around there? I've
never heard that!
CRACKHEAD:
I heard from my buddy Tom that lives up
there. He said he actually saw that Myers dude, but Tommy was kinda fucked
in the head anyway.
CHRISTINE:
Coming from you that guy really must be
nutso.
KELLY:
I think I heard some stuff about that too.
My mom used to tell me that some kid went psycho and started offing his
family. She said he got away from some asylum on Halloween and they never
found him. She would never let me go to Haddonfield. Especially not around
Halloween.
CHRISTINE
(sarcastically):
Wouldn't this stuff...I don't know....be in
the news or something.
BRIAN and MELODY walk into the living room.
BRIAN motioning for some pizza. MELODY is grinning and blushing at the same
time.
BRIAN:
Wouldn't what be in the news?
CRACKHEAD (pulling
out a blunt to smoke):
That stuff that happened in Haddonfield.
BRIAN:
That place is haunted man. There's some bad
juju up there.
CHRISTINE shakes her head and looks back at
her homework, suddenly she becomes very excited.
CHRISTINE:
Dude..guys we can go to Haddonfield and find
some good information on this project I'm doing about this Myer's character.
CRACKHEAD:
Yeah you could soooo do it on Haddonfield,
we could like interview people and shit, you'll be all Connie Chung up on
their ass.
BRIAN:
Plus it's so close to Halloween that I'm
sure some nuts are going to have great Haddonfield Halloween stories for us
today.
KELLY:
Babe this sounds like a good thing. Heck
you may not even have to do most of the work it sounds like these goons are
genuinely interesting in this stuff.
CRACKHEAD:
All ya gotta do is supply the food and we
will do the rest, hell I'll bring my video camera.
CHRISTINE:
OK, but we aren't taking my car fellas.
BRIAN:
We sure as hell ain't taking my cherry ride.
KELLY:
Well we can take my van, but where she goes
I go.
Everyone gets up and begins heading out
leaving MELODY sitting there.
MELODY:
What about the little Halloween fiesta we
are having? Forget about that have in your thrill about chasing the
Boogeyman?
KELLY:
We'll be back for that babe don't worry your
little head.
The group all pile out the door.
The T.V. screen still has the SHAPE on it.
The SHAPE slowly walks closer and closer to the screen until his white
emotionless face fills the entire thing.
CUT TO:
INT.Hall. THORN HIDEOUT
Screams of pain fill the hall. As we
journey down the hall towards the source of the screams steam rises and
dissipates. Pipes clatter and shake. A row of red lights illuminate the
way to the destination.
Finally we reach an old rusted steel door.
A hand comes out and flings the door open. JOHN is on the other side of the
door. He is strapped to a medieval torture device commonly referred to as
the rack. A man cranks a lever pulling JOHN's limbs farther and farther
away from his torso. Muscles and sinew stretch. JOHN screams in agony,
tears of pain run down his cheeks.
DR WYNN:
You can stop now. Leave us, I want a word
with our guest.
The torturer leaves the room and shuts the
steel door behind him. DR WYNN is dressed entirely in black. He lets a sly
smile creep from his lips.
DR WYNN:
Pain is a wonderful thing John. It lets you
know you're alive. It sharpens the senses. I wanted your complete attention
for what I'm about to explain to you. You see John I wanted you to know why
we are doing this to you. Why we did all of this to your family. I don't
want you to think we are simply cruel sadists. I want you to see the
purpose your death will serve. I want you to know just how important you
are.
JOHN:
What are you talking about you old sick
FUCK!
DR WYNN:
Let me start at the beginning. Years ago
when this town of Haddonfield was first being settled a terrible plague hit
the land. Cattle and crops perished. Many people died of starvation and
famine. The entire town was nearly wiped out. As winter came approaching
the people grew very desperate. Nobody thought they would be able to make
it. Neighbor turned on neighbor, brother turned on brother. Chaos filled
the land. Then something happened. People began turning to the ancient
religions they brought with them from overseas for solace. They began
performing rituals to ward off the evil that had consumed their small
community. Sacrifices were made to the gods of harvest. A man was elected
to be afflicted with a curse. A terrible curse that meant the death of his
entire family for the good of the rest of the community. The curse of the
thorn. Because of this curse, this sacrifice, our people were able to
survive through the winter. The power of the thorn delivered them from
oblivion.
JOHN:
What the hell does any of this have to do
with me?
DR WYNN:
Our consummation saw signs of another
plague. We saw chaos and hatred growing throughout the world and we chose
to react for the good of mankind. We decided to elect another to receive
the curse. We waited for a baby to be born on Halloween when the power of
the thorn was at its peak. This baby that was born, this baby that we
afflicted with the thorn is your uncle, Michael Myers. He will be the
bringer of destruction, the lightning bolt that engulfs and destroys the old
field, the old ways in flame and gives mankind a clean slate to start from.
JOHN:
This is a bunch of fucking bullshit. Allot
of good that thorn did him he's fucking dead.
DR. WYNN:
Hahahahaha my dear boy you cannot kill
Michael. He isn't even human. He is a shell, a vessel for the god of
destruction. The moment he was born we blocked his soul from entering this
realm. Inside him where his soul would reside, provided he had one, an
ancient incorruptible evil resides. The fury, the rage inside of him has
become so potent that we have lost some control over him. He is getting too
unpredictable. We have covered up his killings for too long. We now want
to stop him. We want Michael destroyed, and we cannot do that by
conventional means. He is, after all, the god of the dead. This is where
you come in. As Michael’s sacrifice you will bring us closer to ending his
reign of terror. We hope he will become a normal human again, so that we
can finally finish him.
JOHN:
Why don't you just off me right now?
DR. WYNN:
Yes I suppose we could kill you right now,
but we can't afford to leave anything to chance. We need to have Michael
kill you. Well I must be going now. Your presence here brings us all under
danger. Michael’s spirit travels the world, always looking for his next
victim. He has the knowledge of the gods. He knows you're here, and he may
be coming for you soon. If he doesn't come here and kill you by Samhain
tomorrow, we will have to bring you topside so he can get a better whiff of
you. He knows he's stepping into a trap, but I suspect his need to kill
will overcome him.
DR WYNN begins to turn for the door.
JOHN:
If he doesn't kill me and I get away you can
bet your ass I'm going to come back for you.
DR. WYNN (smiling):
My dear boy you haven't the foggiest clue
how extensive or powerful our organization truly is. You wouldn't get
within a 3 mile radius of me without one of my men finding you first.
With that DR WYNN exits the room.
CUT TO
EXT. THORN HIDEOUT.
Autumn leaves rustle and dance in the wind
as DR WYNN and several cult members exit the building and get into a black
car with no license plates.
Across the yard a man stands in the bushes.
A man unmoved by the world around him, staring, glancing at his former
captors and master from far away. We can barely make it out, but we know
that it's THE SHAPE coming to stalk his prey.
CUT TO
EXT.HADDONFIELD Interviews.
A grainy black and white home video recorder
screen comes into focus. The group of teens consisting of CHRISTINE, BRIAN,
CRACKHEAD, and KELLY interview many of Haddonfield's populace. Everyday
folk answer questions ranging from "Have you ever heard or seen Michael
Myers?" to "Have you ever seen any ghosts in Haddonfield, or heard of
anybody that has seen one around here?". Most people answer no. Some
people have crazy ghost stories of a boogeyman, an apparition that haunts
the night on Halloween. Some say they have indeed heard of Myers, a mass
murderer that has made this small town semi famous through the years. One
of America’s most infamous mass murderers they say. Finally the group meets
up with a man that can lead the group to Myer's old house.
CHRISTINE:
Have you ever heard of Michael Myers.
OLD BUM:
Who hasn't? That bastard has terrorized
this town long enough. Most people will now deny his existence. Some say
he is simply a ghost, a boogeyman that haunts Halloween night. They are all
just afraid of them.
CHRISTINE:
Who?
OLD BUM:
I ummmm if you don't believe me I can take
you to his house to where he lives. Then you'll see. You'll know and you
can tell others. You can tell others about what this town is hiding, and
why nobody goes outdoors on Halloween night.
CHRISTINE (eyes
brighten up):
Ummm yeah that would be great.
The old bum starts walking and the group
follows a small distance behind.
KELLY:
Ya think this guy is off his rocker.
BRIAN:
I think he's cool man.
CRACKHEAD:
Nobody says they want to be a bum when they
grow up.
KELLY:
Shut up he might hear us!
After a few blocks the group arrives at an
old, run down house. It has been uninhabitable in years. A house with much
history behind it. THE MYER'S HOUSE.
OLD BUM:
This is it, the cold black heart of this
town. Myer's lives here.
CRACKHEAD (turning
on his video recorder):
Cool.
CHRISTINE:
That's not his house, if it was they would
have run it to the ground years ago. They don't keep houses like that
standing.
OLD BUM (huge mood
change):
It is to you dumb bitch. You're all retards
like everyone else. This is a house of evil. He's in there I tell you! I
have seen him with my own eyes you stupid sons of bitches!
BRIAN:
O.K. fella that's enough from you!
OLD BUM:
Oh I supposed ya ain't scared of the
Boogeyman anymore huh asshole. Well go fishing bastard!
The OLD BUM yanks away CHRISTINE's purse and
throws it through the top window of the house between the cracks of the
planks covering the windows then hauls ass down the street laughing like a
maniac the whole way.
BRIAN:
That's freaking great freaking hysterical.
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE GET A JOB!
CHRISTINE starts to head into the house.
KELLY:
Awwww baby don't go in there. Not when we
have 2 strong brave men here to help us.
CRACKHEAD:
I am not going into tetnis shot heaven.
BRIAN:
I ummm it's not my purse.
KELLY:
You guys are so scared! Awwww the boogeyman
scares big tough Brian? Well don't worry babe we'll go get it without those
cowards ya coming?
CHRISTINE:
Ummm actually that place is scaring the shit
outta me right now we can leave it, I'm not going in there.
KELLY:
I can't believe this! Well I'm going to get
it you can thank me later.
KELLY breaks the board securing the door and
heads into the house. The others stand and wait. CRACKHEAD is still
videotaping the house. Minutes go by, then what seems to be an eternity
later the group hears a loud CRUNCH!
CHRISTINE
(screaming):
KELLY! KELLY are you all right answer me
babe come on!
CRACKHEAD:
This isn't funny!
BRIAN:
Shit! I'll go in to see if she is fine.
BRIAN disappears into the house. Minutes
later he returns with CHRISTINE's purse.
CHRISTINE:
Did you see her?! Is she alright?
BRIAN:
Beats me she is nowhere in that house I
looked everywhere. The backdoor is open I bet she is playing some bullshit
trick or treat game on us.
CHRISTINE:
No that's not like her. KELLY!
CRACKHEAD:
Dude if she wants to play tricks then let's
leave her ass.
CHRISTINE:
Well that's kinda hard to do considering she
has the keys to the van.
BRIAN:
Shit!
CRACKHEAD:
Well let's wait she has to come around
sometime she can't keep this up forever.
The trio sits on the cold October ground
waiting. Minutes roll by and soon the sun is about to go down.
CHRISTINE (getting
increasingly nervous):
That's it I'm getting the cops this isn't
like her something has happened!
On that note trio stand up. CHRISTINE
starts trotting off in search of police. CRACKHEAD stands up still
recording the house until the last possible second then runs away to catch
up with BRIAN and CHRISTINE.
INT. MYER'S HOUSE
A deep breathing is heard. A tiny cry, a
slight whimpering is heard in the background. A voice whispers "Please no.
Please no...." then falls silent. The breathing continues without changing
rhythm.
Ext. HADDONFIELD NEIGHBORHOOD.
The trio knock on various doors around the
neighborhood. Nobody answers. Some door bolts lock into place as the trio
approaches. The once busy community becomes dead silent at sun set.
CHRISTINE is becoming so nervous, so hysterical, that she is about to cry.
BRIAN:
Awww come on ya gotta be kidding me.
CHRISTINE:
We need to find the cops get KELLY she's
hurt or something I know it!
CRACKHEAD:
Woah babe calm down Brian checked the place
remember? He saw nobody in there, she probably left and is laughing at us
right now.
CHRISTINE:
There! Right there is a payphone!
The trio run to the payphone located by an
old closed down gas station. BRIAN reaches the phone first and quickly
dials for the police.
BRIAN (on the
phone):
No, yes, by ummm the Myer's house if ya....yeah....a
friend of mine went in 3 hours ago and didn't come out....yeah, ok we'll be
right there.
CHRISTINE:
Well!?
BRIAN:
He wants us to meet him out front of the
house. He said for none of us to go in.
CRACKHEAD:
No problems there!
The three begin walking back to the house.
CHRISTINE has calmed down considerably but still seems nervous, worried
about her friend.
CRACKHEAD:
Have you guys ummm notice anything strange
about this town?
BRIAN:
Like what?
CRACKHEAD:
Well this is Halloween right? Where are all
the kids? I mean it's about night time and we haven't seen a single trick
or treater.
BRIAN:
Maybe they start out later man.
The town is as quiet like a graveyard except
for some rustling autumn leaves in the distance. There is an eerie calm,
the calm that comes before a huge storm strikes and the earth shakes. It
should be a night of mayhem, mischief and laughter, but tonight Haddonfield
is a ghost town. A town that almost seems to be hiding from something or
someone.
As they continue walking CRACKHEAD takes
notice of some strange graphitti on a fence. It looks like an isoscoles
triangle;the symbol of the THORN in red. The group finally gets back to the
Myer's house, but the police haven't seemed to arrive yet.
BRIAN:
Come on, come on, where are these Keystone
cop screwups?
CRACKHEAD (offering
BRIAN a joint):
Patience is a virtue my friend.
BRIAN:
Wait I heard something!
BRIAN begins traveling to the back of the
house where he thought he heard someone. CRACKHEAD follows and begins
taping again.
BRIAN gets to the back of the house and
jumps around the corner with his hands out in a squatted position
BRIAN:
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Nobody is there.
CRACKHEAD:
HAHAHAHA! you jackass!
Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs
CRACKHEAD from behind. CRACKHEAD practically leaps out of his skin and
wriggles loose. A joint falls to the ground from his jacket. Turning
around he breathes a sigh of relief. It's SHERIFF BRACKET.
SHERIFF BRACKET:
Little jumpy are ya fellas.
BRIAN (looking wide
eyed at the joint then back at the sheriff):
Uhhh yes sir you see we can't find our
friend....and...we um.....
SHERIFF BRACKET
(while picking up the fallen joint):
Oh your friend has disappeared huh? I
suggest you fellas get moving I'm not in the mood tonight to put up with
Halloween tricks.
CRACKHEAD:
But sir I....
SHERIFF BRACKET
(yelling hysterically, the mood change is dramatic):
Son I suggest you get in your house and stay
there tonight, and stop poking your freaking nose around here!!
CRACKHEAD and BRIAN scuttle off. SHERIFF
BRACKET takes a brief pause and stares at the house. His eyes become filled
with a sudden fear, as if looking at Hell itself. Finally he breaks his
stare and walks away quickly. In the top window of the house a silhouette
can be seen. THE SHAPE peers out of the window.
CUT TO:
EXT. HADDONFIELD LOCATIONS.
Various shots of the town. The Halloween
theme song plays slowly as places in the town race by. It's nighttime now
and the town is as dead silent as a funeral. The only thing stirring
tonight are the ghosts, the unseen invisible demons come to play in the
streets of Haddonfield dancing in celebration of the unholy night that is
about to unfold. Samhain has begun.
We are taken back to the house of THE SHAPE
yet again. Behind the house an intruder wades through the bushes. It's the
OLD BUM from before, this time stumbling drunk. His clothes get caught up
in the twigs and he fights them lose. CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! The bum
stops when he hears the heavy footsteps of someone or something. He
whispers a curse under his breath and ducks low in the thorny bushes
pricking himself the whole way down. THE SHAPE passes him holding a huge
bag. The bag is big enough to hold a body in. The OLD BUM's face contorts
in fright as he sees a young ladies foot dangle from the bag. It's KELLY's
foot, her shoes are stained in blood. The OLD BUM closes his eyes. He
hears the body fall to the ground. To his shock he hears a young girl’s
muffled voice whimpering in both pain and fright. The OLD BUM opens his
eyes but THE SHAPE is no longer there. The OLD BUM crawls from the bushes
and gets up looking around for THE SHAPE. KELLY is still whimpering within
the bag. The OLD BUM begins to back up from the bag unsure whether he
should help KELLY or run.
Suddenly, out of NOWHERE, THE SHAPE lunges
at the OLD BUM and grip's his neck, squeezing with all his might. The OLD
BUM tenses up in extreme pain fighting against THE SHAPE's overpowering
strength. As the OLD BUM loses oxygen THE SHAPE slowly lifts him off his
feet and pins his back against the fence. THE SHAPE presents a sharp
kitchen knife and plunges it deep within the OLD BUM's abdominal cavity
several times quickly, filleting his lower intestine. The OLD BUM gurgles
as his lower intestine falls out and drapes over the thorn bushes around him
like tinsel on a Christmas tree. THE SHAPE finally lets his victim fall to
the grass long after his victims eyes have glazed over with death. THE
SHAPE looks at the cadaver and tilts his head, seemingly inspecting his
work. Filing away the details in his memory. THE SHAPE stands motionlessly
while KELLY continues to whimper in the body bag. THE SHAPE's coveralls are
ragged and ripped in many places and his mask is tattered and burned from
years of use. The warm intestines of the bum leave a trail of steam wisping
up in the cold October night and over THE SHAPE's mask.
CUT TO:
EXT.HADDONFIELD GAS STATION.NIGHT
BRIAN is on the phone calling his girlfriend
MELODY. CRACKHEAD and CHRISTINE wait impatiently, kicking around an old
rusted can in the road. The sound of the scraping can on gravel is the only
thing that can be heard in this quiet town, on this quiet night.
BRIAN:
Baby can't you just come here....I....
thanks that'll be fine.....babe I love you...yup see ya.
CRACKHEAD:
So?
BRIAN:
She doesn't know how to get here exactly but
she does know how to get to the gas station on route 15.
CRACKHEAD:
That's like a 5 mile trot!
BRIAN:
Well if you don't want to ride home then
don't come and stay here in freak town USA.
CHRISTINE:
What about Kelly? Has she heard from Kelly?
BRIAN:
She said Kelly called her cell but didn't
say anything.
CRACKHEAD:
What a freaking weirdo. I'm going to give
her a stern talking to for all the shit she pulled tonight.
The group begin walking for their
destination. They pass many different houses, all with their lights turned
off and looking as if their inhabitants have deserted them. Soon the
development stops and a wooded area begins. The woods are eerie, all of
their leaves have fallen out and their limbs seem to be grasping at the full
moon above. Behind them a figure follows in the distance hiding in the
shadows. THE SHAPE has come out to play for Halloween.
&n
