p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 140%; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #141823; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;"Laurie Strode tosses and turns in bed half between sleep and conciseness. She beats her fists on the head board as heavy rain hits her bedroom window. Lightening flashes and thunder claps loudly. In her dream, Michael sits up behind her in the closet (stock footage from the 1978 film used) and as she turns around to see this suddenly she is awaken by her grand son, Ryan./spanspan style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 140%; font-family: 'Helvetica',sans-serif; color: #141823;"br / br / span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;""Gramm...wake up...yspan class="textexposedshow"our having another nightmare.."br / br / span class="textexposedshow"Ryan turns on the lamp on the bed stand and proceeds to pull down the window shade, blocking out the lightening. Laurie thanks him and sits up in bed trying to gain some composure./spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow""Sweety...would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of water please? Ryan nods with a smile and heads into the bathroom to do so. He re enters the bedroom as lightening continues to flash and thunder claps./spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow""Ryan,is your dad home yet?"/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"Ryan peeks out through the window shade to see if his dads car is there. He shakes his head no with a sheepish grin, sitting next to his grandmother on the bed./spanspan class="apple-converted-space" /spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow""Gramm..when do you think he will get a REAL job?"/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"Taking a drink of the water and popping a pill out of the pill box on the bed stand she shrugs and looks at the ceiling, rolling her eyes./spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow""God only knows kiddo..."/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow""Well...i guess time is on my side. He cant be a male stripper for EVER...isnt he like 40 now or something?"/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"*laughing* "Well...no...not quite hun...hes 34 soon to be 35. Hate to tell ya kiddo but he may have another few years left to do it if he so chooses. And be grateful he does it...all the money he makes always has gone to YOU. He buys very little for himself as you know."/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"*sitting back down on the bed next to his grandmother* "I'm not ashamed of him..its just kind of difficult to get into discussions at school about what your parents do for work. What few times i hear from mom shes always "between jobs" so all i can tell people is YEAH MY DAD DANCES WAITING FOR WOMAN TO STICK MONEY DOWN HIS TONG"/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"*giggles* "Thats THONG...Ryan...it has an H in it.."/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"Suddenly Michael Myers appears at Lauries bedroom door. He looks silently at her and Ryan holding a knife in his hand./spanspan class="apple-converted-space" /spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"Lauries screams, tossing the glass of water towards him.../spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"WHY WONT YOU DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH...WHY WONT YOU JUST DIE!?/spanbr / br / span class="textexposedshow"(TO BE CONTINUED)/span/span/span/span/p