I've been wanting to write something like this for a while. It'll sound the same at first but it'll start to differ more and more..
Stu's Party
1996
Dewey's jeep made it's way down a long, winding road. Headlights illuminated the thick woods that line each side. Following behind them at a discreet distance is a huge white newsvan.
He came to the end of the road. It dead ended at Stu's House which sat alone in a clearing, big and ominous with no neighbors in sight. A huge old home just ripe for a night of fun.
From the looks of things the party had already started. Music was blaring. A few kids were hanging on the porch.
"Alright you girls have fun" Dewey told Tatum and Sidney as they exited the car. "Not too much fun or I'll bust ya." He turned to Sidney. "Bye Sid."
"Bye." She said and her and Tatum started walking towards the house, passing the kids on the porch.
They entered the living room. A big room with kids sprinkled throughout-smoking, drinking, cutting up. A stereo blasts music while the TV airs around the clock killer coverage.
Tatum and Sid entered with groceries. Various friends greeted them. "Beer's here!" Tatum announced, being met with a cheer.
"YEAHHH!" The geeky teen Randy yells among the smaller cheers, making Tatum laugh and Sidney smirk as they walk into the kitchen. He watches them, specifically Sidney, go into the kitchen. He wasn't sure if Sidney would come, and now that she was, his spirits were instantly lifted. He could finally make his move on the girl who haunted his thoughts everyday. Since Billy was out of the picture.
The girls carry bags through a hallway that opens up onto an enormous kitchen. Stu and some guys are leaning over the sink drinking beer through a funnel. "That's mature." Tatum said sarcastically.
"You guys were tardy for the party so we started without you", Stu siad, still holding the funnel for one of the guys who drinks all of it. A wide grin formed on his face. "My man!"
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A little bit later, Sid, Stu, and Tatum were moving about the kitchen, preparing junk food. Other teens pop in and out. Randy appeared amongst them, carrying an armful of videos. "I thought we'd make it a Blockbuster night." He told the three. He let the videos splatter across the kitchen counter. Stu and Tatum browsed through them.
"I thought everything was checked out." Stu acknowledged.
"I had 'em hid in the foreign section." Randy proudly stated as Sidney perused the videos.
"The Fog, Terror Train, Prom Night...How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all these movies?" Sidney asked.
Randy leaned closer to her, "She's the Scream Queen."
"With that set of lungs she should be." Stu laughed.
Tatum rolled her eyes and looked at Sid, "Tits..see."
Tatum and Stu started talking in the corner, and Sidney was standing right next to him, quiet, looking at the Terror Train tape. She looked so pretty. And he didn't remember a time when he was this close to her before. He could finally talk to her.
"She was nominated for this, you know", was all that came to his head, and when he said it, he knew it wasn't the best he could've came up with.
She looked up at him. "Oh yeah?" She asked with a smile.
"She was nominated for Terror Train", He repeated, but to him, she wasn't looking too interested. Randy was immediately dissapointed in himself.
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A few minutes later. The party was going strong. Ten, maybe fifteen people stand, sit, and lean. Some crowded around the floor in front of the television. Stu, Sidney and Tatum sat on the couch, Tatum on Stu's lap. Randy was taking a vote. "How many Evil Dead's?" He asked, lifting up the video as a few hands go up. "How many Hellrasier's?" More hands went up in the noisy party.
The doorbell rung. "I got it." Stu said, crawling over the couch. "Tatum get me a beer would ya?" He told her and walked to the door.
"What am I? The beer wench?"
Stu came back to the living room, looking very exicted. "You are not gonna believe who's here! It's that chick from top story!"
"Gale Weathers!?" Randy asked, eyes widening.
"Yeah", Stu confirmed and the whole crowd started getting excited. They look up the hallway to see Dewey and Gale standing in the foyer.
"Shit, Dewey!" Tatum scolded, and Dewey walked over to her. Everyone perked up, eyeing Gale. "What is she doing here?
"She's with me." Dewey said with a doofy grin. "I just wanted to check on things." He said as the guys in the room drool over Gale.
"So you did-now leave...and take your media muff with you." She told him and took off for the garage where the beers were.
Gale has quickly become the focus of the party. All eyes ere on her. "Wanna interview us?" A teen asked her.
"We could be like two grief stricken students" Randy said. "And we'll say really nice things about our good friends who were slaughtered senselessly."
"I can cry on cue." Stu added.
Gale eyed the bookshelf above the television. "Maybe later?" Suddenly, the reporter started to cough. "Can I trouble you for some water?"
"How 'bout a beer?" Stu offered. "Randy get the lady a beer."
Randy frowned. "You get it."
Gale slipped the camera from her bag, hit the on switch and held it behind her, waiting for the right moment.
On the other side of the living room, among the happy faces, Dewey and Sidney were having a serious conversation. "Have you found my father?" She asked.
Dewey looked genuienly troubled to break it to her. "Afraid not."
"Should I be worried?"
"Not yet."
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Tatum opened the kitchen door and light floods the darkened garage. She stood in the doorway searching for a light switch. She found a button and hit it. The electric garage door started to rise. Wrong switch. She hit it again and it closed.
She found another switch. A small light bulb overhead came on, barely lighting the large two car garage, leaving pockets of shadows along the wall.
She spotted the refrigerator against a far wall and head for it, not seeing the kitchen door, quietly, slowly, closing behind her, sealing her off from the rest of the house.
Tatum stumbled to the refrigerator and threw it open. Its light casts a glow across her face. All of a sudden she hears a big noise. She jumped, spinning around just in time to see a cat escape through a large pet door that's built into the garage door. She smiled at her jumpiness.
She loaded up with as many beer as her hands will carry, closed the fridge door with her foot and head back to the kitchen.
At the kitchen door, she juggled the beer, reaching for the knob. It's locked. She kicked it with her foot several times. "Hey shitheads!...Hello!"
A moment. No answer.
She leaned over and, with her elbow, hit the garage door button. It began to rise. She figured it would be easier to just go out the garage door and through the front door again then keep banging on the door in there.
She moved towards the rising door, beers in hand. Suddenly, the garage door reset, reversing direction, moving down, closing. "What the…" She turned around and saw…
Ghostface...
Silhouetted in the dark, next to the kitchen door, his hand on the switch. Tatum at once gasped, taken back, but then relaxed. "Is that you Randy? Cute." She said, starting to walk up to the figure.
The figure stared at her, blankly. "Randy lose the mask. If Sidney sees it, she'll flip." The figure shakes his head slowly from side to side. "Oh you wanna play psycho killer?" Tatum asked in a mocking tone, with a smile on her face.
The figure nodded.
"Can I be the helpless victim..?"
The figure nodded again.
"Okay, let's see. 'No, please don't kill me, Mr. Ghostface. I want to be in the sequel.'" Tatum laughed and tried to go for the door, but the figure blocked her.
Tatum's smile, started to fade but not completely. "Ok cut Casper, that's a wrap." She juggled the beer against her chest with one hand and with the other pushing the figure hard. The figure intercepted, lunging forward, grabbing her wrist hard, Tatum stumbled...beers falling to the floor, spewing...
"Randy what the hell are you doing!?" Tatum yanked hard, releasing his hold when a flash of silver catches her eye. She looked down, glimpsing a long sharp blade as it darted forward, cutting into her forearm...
She pulled back, horrified, as the moment turns deadly serious.
The figure advances on her, knife out, ready. She staggered backwards, holding her bloody arm, backing into the refrigerator. This was the killer.
Ghostface lashed out with the knife. Tatum dodged it, leaping back against the fridge. The killer advanced. Instinctively, she ripped the top freezer door open, bashing him in the face, sending him backwards, up and down as he landed hard on the ground.
Donna bolted to the closed door, pulling and pushing on it, banging on it but its no use. She eyed the killer...he's recovering...
She was trying to think but the killer was already up and running towards her, she then spotted some of the beers she dropped, they are not all broken. She ran toward them and picked one up. "Fucker!" She yelled as she threw one and hits Ghostface right in the stomach. She grabbed another one and threw it right to the killer's face, making him yelp out in pain, it was a man, she could tell when she heard him.
The killer then started to sprint toward her after recovering but luckily she ducked at the right time and Ghostface flipped over her and landed on the stairs.
She went for the pet door, diving for it she wedged her upper body through, her head, shoulders, torso just as the killer pounced, grabbing hold of her feet. Tatum kicked and screamed, going crazy. Trying to get his grasp off her.
Tatum is half in/half out of the pet door. She shook wildly trying to get fully through, unable to see the killer on the other side...
A true fighter, Tatum kicked hard, making direct contact with him, knocking him away.
She tok the moment to pull herself through further...but she stops...stuck. She pulled and tugged but can't move. She listened but hears nothing. Where did he go? An agonizing silence. And then...
The garage door is activated. It began to rise upward, taking Tatum with it. She screamed madly.
Tatum's arms and legs fly about violently as she tried to free herself from the door, but it moved too fast, carrying her up. "Nooo!" She looked above to see where the door rolled back into garage rafters just as her neck hits the first beam, snapping instantly.
Sparks started to fly.
Tatum was hanging, but there was no life.
The sparks stopped.
Ghostface then snuck out of the door to the party and made as little noise as he could and then closed the door.
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It's getting late and some kids leave through the front door, muttering, "parents and curfew", etc. The door hung open wide with Stu there, saying goodebye to the leaving guests. Sid moved to close it when. "Do you know where she is?"
"Nah, I haven't seen her", Stu answerd when suddenly...
Billy appeared in a classic fake scare, making Sidney and Stu jump. "Billy? Jesus, you scared me." The three didn't see Randy watching them from behind, pissed that Billy showed up. His chance with Sidney was fading away rapidly.
"Billy, hmm. What are you doing here?" Stu asked with a smirk.
"I was hoping Sid and I could talk."
"If Tatum sees you here she'll draw blood." Sidney said.
"I'll tell what, why don't you guys go up to my parents room? You know, you guys can talk and...whatever."
Sidney looked down blushing. "Subtlety, Stu." Billy said with a frown. "Look it up."
"It's okay. We do need to talk."
Sid grabbed his hand and leads him up the staircase. Randy watched Sid and Billy disappear upstairs, walking to Stu. "What's Leatherface doing here?"
"He came to make up."
"There goes my chance with Sid. Dammit!"
"As if..." Stu blurted, closing the door behind him. Randy looked and frowned at him. "That's all I'm sayin...as if."
"Oh really, Alicia?"
Stu grinned and walked away.
"As if", Randy mocked. "I'm gonna go check on 'em." He said, mostly to himself. Though he felt like he was in the minority on it, he didn't trust Billy. And he especially didn't trust him alone with Sidney. If he lost his dream girl to that Johnny Depp wannabe, he'd probably lose his mind.
The thought that he was overthinking it kept running through his head, but he knew better from his beloved horror movies. He said it before, and he'll say it again:
Billy had 'killer' printed all over his forehead.
He started walking up the stairs while everyone who was left in the party gathered in the living room about to watch the original Halloween. Hes seen it countless times, he could afford to miss a little of the beginning.
Once he got to the top, he looked for which room they were in. He looked to the right and saw a door was slightly open. He quietly walked to it and peeked inside.
Billy and Sidney were sitting on the bed, having a quiet, and from the looks of it, serious looking conversation.
He thought he might be sick for this, but he was almost hoping he'd see Billy about to make his attack, then he'll rush in there, beat him up, and get the girl.
But life didn't work out like that for Randy.
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The camera sat on the book shelf lodged between two knickknacks, completely inconspicuous, especially to the several teens watching the the classic Halloween movie from 1978.
"Look, here it comes..." On the screen, Michael Myers popped out from a closet and the whole crowd of teens jumped and laughed.
"The blood's not the right color. Why do they do that? It's too red!" One of the kids yelled.
"Here comes another..." Randy said. On the screen, Michael Myers stabbed a victim in the chest, gathering another roar from the crowd.
"Predictable." One of them said. "Knew he was going to bite it."
"How can you watch this shit over and over?"
"Shhhhh!" Randy shushed.
"I wanna see breasts." Stu said. The guys smiled and the girls rolled their eyes. "I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we see Jamie Lee's breasts?"
Randy had something to say about this, "Breasts? Not until Trading Places in '83. Jamie Lee was always the virgin in horror movies. She didn't show her tits until she went legit."
"Or couldn't afford a decent pair", a girl said and was met with a cute frown from Randy.
"What'd you say? That's why she always lived. Only virgins can outsmart the killer in the big chase scene in the end. Don't you know the rules?"
Stu finished his beer. "What rules?"
"You dont.." Randy hit the pause button on the remote and picked up his beer. "Jesus Christ! You don't know the rules?" He stood in front of the television.
"Have an aneurysm why don't ya?"
"There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance: Number 1. You can never have sex." The minute he said that, he was met with a jeer from the crowd, who started to throw popcorn at him. "No! Big no no! Big no no! Sex always equals death ok? Number 2. You can never drink or do drugs." The whole crowd started taking drinks of their beers. "The sin factor. It's an extension of number one. And Number 3. Never, ever, ever, under any circumstances, say 'I'll be right back.' Cause you won't be back."
"I'm gettin' another beer you want one?" The now standing Stu asked Randy.
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll be right back!"
Everybody "ooohhs".
"There he goes folks, a dead man. Wave bye-bye."
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It was about an hour later. Back in the living room, the horror fest continued when the phone began to ring.
After a few seconds, Randy pulled himself up from the couch, feeling very tipsy, and answered the phone that was on the side table. "Hello? Yeah..." Suddenly, his face dropped. Eyes widening. Jaw dropping. "HOLY SHIT."
Randy, freaked, dropped the phone, and turned to face the crowd of drunk teens. "Listen up. They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goal post on the football field."
This stilled the room. Complete silence as the news sunk in.
"So what are we waiting for?" One teen asked with a grin. A grin that was returned by all of them.
"Let's get over there before they pry him down!" One teen cheered and in seconds, the room is empty as everyone bolted for the hollering and yelling, leaving Randy, near drunk, alone in the living room.
"Where you guys goin'?" He asked, though everybody was already gone. He grabbed his beer and laid back on the couch. "We were just getting to the good part."
I was gonna continue this, but the chapter was getting really long so it had to stop somewhere. It'll definitely start picking up with Randy/Sid moments and other original parts starting with the next chapter. Remember, it's only the first chapter. Anyway, please let me know what you think and leave a review!