INT. RAYNE RESIDENCE- LIVING ROOM

As Casey steps further into the house, she debates on whether or not to shut the door behind her. If she does, the little light that falls into the room will be snuffed out, leaving her in pitch darkness. From the back of the room, there seems to be a small light turned on in the kitchen, which provides the back left corner of the living room with a tiny amount of light as well.

The girl decides to shut the door, using her phone for light. As she turns on the flashlight on her phone, the first thing she sees are a bunch of beer bottles lying on the floor. One of them seems to have still had some in it, as a giant wet puddle soaks the white carpet right next to the lip of the bottle.

Carefully, she steps around the bottles so as not to trip on them. She's still expecting someone to pop out to scare her. But so far, not a single noise has came from within the big house since she got here.

CASEY

Hello? Breanna? Logan?

No response comes in answer to her question. Casey sighs, her heart still racing. Where was everyone at?

She shines her phone over towards the couch, gasping when she sees Caleb and Kat, lying on top of each other. Her mind goes back to earlier when she had talked to Breanna on the phone. She had mentioned something about them being passed out on the couch.

Casey rolls her eyes. She's not going to bother talking to them, as they are the last two people she feels like seeing right now. Instead, she shines her light in the opposite direction. The light gives view to a long hallway. Maybe Logan and Breanna were back here somewhere. The girl disappears from view as she enters the hallway.

INT. HALLWAY

Making her way slowly down the hall, Casey shines her light on a picture hanging from the wall. A young man, dressed in a police man's uniform. He looks exactly like Caleb. This had to be Caleb's father. Casey remembered Caleb telling the group stories at lunch about some of the people his father had dealt with while being a part of the force.

She can't help but wonder if Caleb's father knew about what was happening here tonight. Surely he didn't approve of it. But, if she had to guess, he probably covered for Caleb, him being his son and all.

That was another reason that Casey didn't particularly like Caleb. He always acted like he could do whatever he wanted to and get away with it because his father was a cop. Casey remembers a time from ninth grade.

Caleb was bullying some kid for having a Star Wars lunch box. When the kid had threatened to tell on him, Caleb had retorted with the fact that his dad was a cop and could save him from any trouble coming his way. He had also told the boy that it would only make things worse for him if Caleb found out he had told on him.

To this day, Casey still didn't know what Brandi had ever saw in Caleb to make her want to date him. Had tonight's fiasco not happened, she would probably still be with him, and still planning on marrying him one day.

A scowl comes across Casey's face at that thought. Marriage, in Casey's opinion wasn't something to even consider until after college, let alone while still in high school. She didn't even think about dating right now. So maybe she was just in a different mind-set than most of her fellow classmates.

The joke's on them, she thought, as she would be successful on her own while everyone else leaned on others. She didn't mean that leaning on people was bad, and she definitely wanted to be able to share an intimate connection with someone one day, but she wanted to be successful on her own.

Coming out of her thoughts, she re-focuses on the picture. After staring at it for a moment more, she continues down the hallway.

Stopping halfway down the hall, there are rooms on either side. One with the door open just a tiny sliver light seeping through the crack, the other with the door completely shut, she can hear music playing lightly inside. She listens into the music room for a moment before calling out to her friends.

CASEY

Logan? Breanna? Are you guys in here?

She waits for an answer, but one never comes. Slowly, she pushes the door open, shining her phone on the wall right next to the door. She finds the light switch, flicking it on.

INT. BEDROOM

As the room lights up, Casey shuts her eyes, squinting until her eyes adjust. At the same time, a sickening smell wafts into her nostrils. The smell of blood.

Her eyes fall to the bed, a look of horror spreading on her face. She lets out a loud, terrified shriek.

Lying on the bed is Logan, dead. His hands dangle from a set of handcuffs chaining him to the bed. He's not wearing a shirt, probably not any pants either, but a white blanket covers the lower half of his body. Or at least, it was once white. Now it is stained blood red. Logan's stomach is ripped open, a giant hole gapes in his chest. Blood covers his whole torso. A giant gash starts at the lower left corner of his jaw going vertically all the way up to his forehead. His eyes are open wide in terror, permanently.

Blood splatters can be seen all over the nightstand, the headboard, and the walls. It even drips onto the white carpet.

Casey stares at the carnage, still screaming. Tears well up in her eyes. She places a hand over her mouth, slowly backing out of the room.

INT. HALLWAY

Casey backs into the hallway, her hand still over her mouth. She backs across the hallway, bumping into the door on the opposite side of the hall. The door was slightly ajar, so by bumping into, she causes it to fly open, sending her sprawling backwards into the room.

INT. BATHROOM

Casey screams as she falls backwards into the room. She tries to catch herself, but only manages to grab a hold of a shower curtain and tearing it down from the ceiling on top of her.

Luckily, she doesn't hit her head on anything except for a rug. She gasps in pain, as the fall didn't feel great. Slowly, she pulls the shower curtain off of herself, climbing weakly to her feet. She grabs hold of the sink top for support.

Slowly, she looks up into the mirror at the terrified face staring back at her. But, there's another figure in the mirror besides her own. One that is behind her. Casey jumps, turning around, only to let out another horrified scream.

Propped up inside the shower corner is who Casey can only assume is Brandi, based on the blue hair. The face is just a bloody pulp though, as if someone bashed it in with something heavy.

The tears are now rolling down Casey's face as she runs out of the bathroom.

INT. HALLWAY

Casey flies out of the bathroom, slumping against the hallway wall for a moment. Whoever had killed Logan and Brandi was probably still here. She had to get out of this house as quickly as possible.

The girl runs back down the hall the way she came, but is cut off by a giant figure stepping into the hallway entrance from the living room. Casey comes to a halt right in front of the towering figure.

Standing before her is none other than Michael Myers. Casey stares up into the dark black holes in Michael's mask, trembling. She doesn't have to guess who the man is. She knows.

Michael swings his butcher knife at Casey, who jumps back with a shriek. She didn't move in time. She feels a sharp pain on her cheek, placing a hand up to it. Her hand comes away slightly bloody. The knife nicked her across the right cheek. Blood trickles out of the wound, rolling down her cheek.

Casey backs a few feet away from her murderous cousin. After a moment of watching her, he takes a step towards her. Casey screams, looking around for a weapon. Thinking fast, she grabs the picture of Caleb's father from the wall, swinging it at Michael. It hits him in the neck with a loud THWACK, knocking him to the floor.

Casey drops the picture to the floor, letting out a heavy sigh. She looks down at Michael, wondering if that was really all it took to knock him out. It wasn't.

Slowly, Michael sits up right, shaking his head. Casey screams, running down the hallway and disappearing into a bedroom further down the hall. (Caleb's room, the one where he and Kat had sex)

Michael climbs to his feet, gripping the butcher knife firmly. He slowly lurks down the hall, intending to kill another of his family.

INT. CALEB'S ROOM

Casey slams the door shut behind her, looking around the room for a place to escape to or hide. She notices a door in the corner of the room. Quickly making her way across the room, she opens the door, screaming as Breanna's dead body falls out and to the floor. A large red stain covers most of her back. Casey looks up at the room in which Breanna had fallen out of, grunting in frustration. Just a closet. Thinking fast, she shuts the door back, hoping Michael will think that she has hidden herself in here.

After shutting the door back, Casey runs across the room, crouching down behind a dresser in the corner. Just in case, she pulls out her set of keys from her pocket, clenching two keys between her knuckles, ready to attack if necessary.

Her heart races as she hears the bedroom door open. She can see Michael's shadow stretching out across the room. He stands in the doorway for what seems like an eternity, probably looking around the room, taking everything in.

Finally, he steps into the room. Casey's heart skips a beat. But he seems to have taken her bait. She can see his shadow going in the opposite direction of where she hides. Slowly, she peaks around the corner of the dresser, making sure he isn't coming her way. He isn't.

Michael walks across the room, towards the closet. His back is to Casey right now. Slowly, and as quietly as she can, Casey crawls out from her corner and slowly climbs to her feet. The girl creeps across the room, trying to not even breathe as she makes her way towards the escape route.

The only sound in the room comes from Michael, breathing heavily from behind the rubber mask of death.

Casey continues to creep across the room, still holding her keys in her fist. She watches Michael, now about to open the closet door. Her trick will be revealed soon, so she has to hurry.

But instead of watching where she's going, she keeps her eyes on Michael, causing her to trip over a stack of video games, making a loud racket as she hits the floor. Michael snaps to attention, slowly turning in her direction.

Casey looks up in terror, her location given away, as Michael locks sight on to her. She begins to climb to her feet as Michael starts to make his way towards her.

She climbs to her feet, tripping again, but catching herself on the wall. She darts towards the bedroom door as Michael comes closer and closer….

Just as she makes it to the door, Michael reaches out to catch a fistful of Casey's ginger hair. She lets out a scream, still trying to run, despite Michael pulling on her hair. She yanks as hard as she can, causing Michael to rip out a fistful of her hair. It hurts like hell, but it's a pain she'll have to deal with in order to keep her life.

INT. HALLWAY

She runs back down the long hallway, hoping to finally escape from the hellish house. She still has her keys between her knuckles, ready to fight if necessary.

The girl makes quick work of the hallway, sliding into the living room.

INT. LIVING ROOM

She comes to a stop, looking in the direction of Caleb and Kat. Were they really passed out, or were they actually dead? She had to make sure.

Running over to the couch, she begins to shake Kat by the shoulders.

CASEY

Come on you guys! Wake up, don't be dead, please don't be dead!

After shaking Kat violently, Kat falls sideways, rolling off of Caleb and into the floor. Casey screams as she notices the giant slit in Kat's neck, her eyes rolled back in her head. The girl looks over at Caleb, seeing all the bloody gashes all over his body. She shakes her head, backing away from her two friends.

Looking back into the hallway, she lets out a whimper, seeing Michael stalking closer and closer. Casey takes off for the front door, her heart racing. As she makes it to the front door, grabbing the knob, she feels triumphant. Until she opens the door, that is. When the door flings open, she lets out yet another terrified scream.

Hanging in the doorway are the bodies of Krystal and Jake. Michael must have hung them there after Casey had entered the house. She backs away from the door, looking for another means of escape. Michael rounds the corner, coming closer and closer…

Casey's eyes dart around the room until she notices a flight of stairs in the corner behind the doorway. She wastes no time darting over to them. Michael comes very close to her, slashing his knife around at her.

Casey feels a sharp pain shoot up her left arm, realizing that Michael has cut open her upper arm with the knife. Blood seeps out of the wound, soaking into her shirt. She curses in pain, but keeps running, disappearing up the flight of stairs. Michael begins to make his ascent, one step at a time.

INT. UPSTAIRS

Casey hits the second floor landing at top speed, taking off down the long hall. She runs all the way to the end of the hall, disappearing into the very last room.

INT. BEDROOM

As she locks the door behind her, she takes a moment to look around. This appears to be the bedroom of Caleb's parents. The room is very neat, and smells of perfume and cologne. She looks around, noticing pictures of Caleb and his older brother, as well as pictures of the parents.

She realizes after a moment that she has now trapped herself with nowhere to go. Panic begins to set in. She places her hands on her head, shutting her eyes.

What was she going to do? How had things gotten this bad? All of her friends were dead… She should've listened to Tommy when he told her what he had seen. She should've called the police. No. It was too late to start thinking about what should've been done. Casey was in the present, and she had to focus on getting the heck out of the house.

She sets down on the bed, thinking hard, trying to come up with a plan.

She could try the trick she had used earlier, making Michael think she was in one place, when really, she was somewhere else. She would just have to be more careful this time. For some reason, she had a feeling that it wouldn't work this time.

Looking around the room, she realizes that the only other option is to climb out the window. But then she'd just be trapping herself on the rooftop with absolutely nothing to help her.

Despair sets in. Was this really where everything was going to end? Was she going to die in the bedroom of the parents of someone she didn't even like? She wasn't ready to die…

She's pulled back to reality as Michael's knife penetrates the door with a loud SHUNK! Casey jumps to her feet, shaking violently. The knife makes another loud SHINK as it rips through the door again. The door starts to tremble, as if Michael is slamming himself against it. Suddenly, it busts open, part of the wooden frame breaking loose from the wall, bouncing across the floor. M

Michael steps into the bedroom, menacingly. Casey backs up, wondering what she has left to do. She looks left and right, as if she expects some escape route to miraculously present itself. Michael stalks across the room, closing the gap between himself and his cousin. Casey backs up against the window, trembling.

Michael is only a couple steps away from her. Casey squeezes her eyes shut as tightly as she can and bites her lip. She pushes herself backwards with all the strength she can muster, shattering her body through the window. As she falls backwards, out the window, Michael lunges forward, jabbing the knife through the flying shards of glass and into Casey's shoulder.

EXT. RAYNE RESIDENCE- ROOF

Casey hits the roof along with several shards of glass. She hits hard, rolling down the side of the slanted roof. She lets out a shriek, trying to grab onto something for support. All she manages to do is tear away several shingles from the roof. As she rolls further and further towards the edge, her life seems to flash before her eyes. And then, before she can even scream, her body rolls off the side of the roof.

Luckily, she's able to grab the lip of the gutter, causing gravity to jerk her body hard as she dangles from the side of the roof.

CASEY

Holy shit…

The girl holds on for dear life, swaying gently from side to side. She hopes someone on the street has heard the racket coming from the house and has called the police. She also wonders if Michael is still in the bedroom, thinking she has fallen to her death, or if he's coming down to investigate. Probably the latter. She risks a glance beneath her.

Below her is the sidewalk, not a terribly long distance away. She's hanging from the front side of the house. As she looks down, she wonders if the fall will hurt her. It would probably cause her to sprain an ankle, but at this point, she couldn't really expect anything better.

Michael seemed to be pretty slow, so she could probably still make it back to the Brady's and call the police without getting caught by the killer.

As she thinks about all of this, the gutter begins to groan in protest to her weight. It begins to tremble, causing Casey to swing a little more roughly. Suddenly, the gutter rips away from the side of the house, causing Casey to fall to the ground with a scream.

The impact with the pavement knocks the wind out of her. She lies on the ground, unmoving for several moments before moving. She looks down at her shoulder, inspecting the damage from the gouge Michael had gotten in as she fell through the window. It wasn't too bad. It had only manage to form a tiny pin prick in her skin.

The slash on her upper arm throbs violently. She examines it, making a mental note to tie off the wound and stop the bleeding as soon as possible. She tries to climb to her feet but falls back to the ground in pain when a violent burning sensation radiates through her right leg. Looking closer at her leg, she notices a piece of glass sticking out of her upper thigh.

CASEY

Shit…

She prepares herself mentally, and pulls the shard of glass out. Tears roll down her cheeks. The tears that go into the open wound on her cheek cause it to burn painfully. After pulling the shard out, she tears off her shirt sleeve, tying the sleeve around her leg to help stop the bleeding.

Again, she slowly tries to crawl to her feet, trembling from the pain. But she manages to make it to her feet. Casey turns in the direction of the Brady's house, limping towards it shakily.

As she stumbles out into the road, she looks around at all of the houses that line the street. No one seems to have taken any notice in the unfolding madness on the street.

CASEY

Somebody! Anybody, help me! He's gonna kill me!

She screams this at the top of her lungs. After a moment, a couple of porch lights flicker on, and people come out onto their porches.

MAN

Whose gonna kill you?

An elderly man shouts this to Casey, his elderly wife standing behind him nervously. He just looks grumpy.

CASEY

Michael! Michael Myers! He's back!

After hearing this, everyone who had looked startled now looks angry. The all begin to shout insults at Casey, telling her that she's an awful person for playing such a prank, that Michael is dead and gone, and to go home and go to bed.

Casey watches, feeling defeated as everyone disappears back into their homes, turning the lights off.

CASEY

No…

She sobs, knowing now that no one is going to come to her rescue. She continues to stumble down the road towards the Brady's house, not moving very fast due to her injuries. As she hobbles onto the other side of the street, in the front yard of the Brady's, she risks a glance behind her.

At Caleb's house, the front door is just now opening. Michael shoves his way past the two bodies dangling from the doorway, moving quickly through the yard and out into the street. He seems to be in rage mode now.

Casey shrieks, turning back towards the house she's supposed to still be in, hobbling up to the front porch, hastily sticking a key into the lock. But nothing happens, the door stays locked. Casey curses trying to unlock the door again. Still, the door doesn't budge.

Thinking she has the wrong key, she tries the other one on the set, but to her utter shock, this one doesn't work either.

CASEY

Come on!

At this moment, she realizes she's been trying to open the door with her own house keys. She jams her hand into her pocket, pulling out the Brady's set of keys. On the ring are five different keys. She has no idea which one opens the front door.

She cries out in frustration, risking another look behind her. Michael is now halfway across the street, closing the distance fast. Casey turns back to the house, trying the first key. It doesn't work. She jams the second key into the lock, but it doesn't work either.

Michael steps up onto the sidewalk, now on the same side of the street as his target. Casey slides the third key on the ring in to the lock, screaming when it doesn't work either.

Michael Myers sets foot in the front yard of the Brady's house…

Casey struggles to get the third key out of the lock, knowing her time is running out. She quickly shoves the fourth key into the lock, letting out a triumphant shout as the door swings open.

As Michael begins to climb the porch steps, Casey stumbles into the house, locking the door behind her.

INT. BRADY RESIDENCE

Casey backs away from the front door, wondering if Michael will be able to bust through or not. She jumps when she hears a voice behind her. It's Tommy and Lindsay, awoken from their slumbers.

TOMMY

Casey, what's going on?

LINDSAY

Where did you go?

The kids look terrified as Casey turns to them and they notice all of the blood on her. Casey squats down as best as she can with her bad leg, trying to get the kids to come to her.

CASEY

Listen, I need you all to go grab the phone and call the police. Tell them your address and tell them to get here as quick as they can!

LINDSAY

Casey, I'm scared!

Tommy begins to cry. This causes Lindsay to start crying as well. Casey tries her best to get them to calm down, but her efforts are ruined when the kids start screaming bloody murder. Casey realizes they are looking past her, towards the front door.

She turns to see what they're looking at. When she does, she screams with them. Through the stained glass window in the door, the towering figure of Michael Myers can be made out, turning the knob of the door. When he can't get in, he begins to shake the door violently.

CASEY

Go upstairs! Hide under your beds and don't come out until I tell you too!

The kids run up the stairs, screaming the whole way. Casey staggers to her feet, disappearing into another room of the house as Michael smashes his hand through the stained glass of the front door. He reaches a massive hand through the door, unlocking it from the inside.

He lets the door swing open slowly before stepping into the house.

INT. KITCHEN

Casey grabs a knife from the knife stand on the kitchen counter, then looks around, trying to figure out what to do next. She decides on standing in the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows right next to the entry way. She has the knife poised, ready to strike Michael if he stumbles in.

Surely enough, Michael creeps into the room moments later, breathing heavily. Casey lunges forward, screaming. The knife sinks into Michael's side, causing him to grunt in pain. Casey yanks the knife back out, trying to land another strike, but before she can, Michael swings his arm at her, knocking her sideways across the kitchen.

The teen hits the floor hard, sliding across the smooth tile surface, gasping in pain as she hits the table, bringing it down on top of her.

Michael slides sideways in the open door way, trying to assess the wound in his side. As he scopes out the damage, Casey slides out from underneath the table, groaning in pain. As she grabs the kitchen counter, pulling herself to her feet, Michael's head snaps up.

Casey thinks about trying to fight him off here, but she lost her knife when she was knocked across the room. She instead decides to stagger off into another room of the house. Michael pursues her.

INT. FRONT HALL

Casey stumbles through several rooms, until she comes back into the front hall, next to the front door. She slowly starts climbing the stairs, trying to keep a safe distance between herself and the mad man.

Thinking hard, she remembers the first time she ever baby sat for the Brady family.

[CUT TO FLASHBACK]

Casey stands in the front hall with Mr. and Mrs. Brady. Mrs. Brady has just finished going over the list of everything Casey is to do for the kids while the two parents are out.

After making sure that Casey understands, Mrs. Brady heads out the front door. Mr. Brady watches his wife disappear out the door, turning to Casey.

MR. BRADY

(whispering)

She didn't want me to say anything, but I feel like you should know, just in case. Upstairs, in the last bedroom on the left, there's a shot gun in the closet. It isn't loaded, but the bullets are on the top shelf. I just wanted you to know, in case.

Casey thanks him for taking precautions, seeing the couple off before shutting the door.

[END FLASHBACK]

Casey had never thought she would have to use the weapon that Mr. Brady had informed her about, but now she was thankful for his thoughtfulness.

INT. UPSTAIRS LANDING

Casey stumbles to the top of the stairs, stopping to catch her breath. Looking downstairs, Michael has just now came around the corner and into the hallway. He looks up at her. For a moment, their eyes meet.

It almost seems like a silent exchange has been shared between them. That one of them would kill the other. Casey was determined to not be the one lying on the floor dead by the end.

She breaks her eyes away from his stare, limping down the hall. Michael begins his ascent of the stairs.

Casey brushes up against the wall, using it as a support mechanism to keep herself upright. She manages to make it to the end of the wall, shoving the last door on the left open.

INT. BEDROOM

Casey limps into the bedroom, making her way as fast as she can to the closet. She opens it up, finding the shotgun instantly. She pulls it out, and reaches onto to the top shelf, knocking down a box of shells.

She bends down, quickly grabbing a handful of shells. She's thankful that her father taught her how to load and shoot guns. After struggling for a couple of minutes, she's finally able to get the shotgun load.

The girl lets out a heavy sigh. This is it. Do or die.

INT. HALLWAY

Casey stumbles back into the hallway, holding the shotgun steady at the end of the hallway. After what seems like eternity, Michael makes his appearance at the top of the stairs. He slowly pivots towards Casey, who places her finger on the trigger.

As Michael Myers takes several steps in her direction, she hesitates. She was about to kill someone. But he had killed many people and he was going to kill her unless she killed him. As Michael steps up to where the railing ends and the walls begin, Casey fires the gun.

The shot hits Michael in the chest, knocking him backwards several feet. He hits the floor hard, a large puddle of blood forming around him on the carpet.

That had to have killed him. There was no way he was going to get up after that. She had won the battle. Of that she was certain. She sighs, lowering the gun to her side.

CASEY

Tommy! Lindsay! Come on out!

From the bedroom on the other side of the hall from where the gun had been stored, Tommy and Lindsay appear, still looking terrified.

CASEY

It's okay, he's dead. I killed him. Now listen to me. We have to be really brave and go downstairs and call the police. Okay?

The kids nod in understanding, following Casey down the hallway. As they come up to the body of the boogeyman, all of them look uneasy. They're going to have to step over his body to get to the stairs.

CASEY

Alright, I want you all to go ahead of me. I'll be right behind you.

The kids don't want to go. Casey aims the gun on Michael's head.

CASEY

If he moves, I'll blow his brains out. Promise.

Slowly, Tommy steps over Michael's body. The killer never moves. After Tommy makes it over, Lindsay mimics the process. Michael still doesn't move.

CASEY

See? I told you we'd be fine.

Casey moves one leg past Michael slowly, taking her sights off his head. As she moves the other leg over, Michael comes alive, one giant hand reaching out and grabbing Casey by the ankle, bringing her down to the carpet. The shotgun slides into the wall next to the stairs.

The kids scream.

CASEY

RUN! GO TO THE NEIGHBORS AND CALL THE POLICE!

Michael climbs on top of Casey, grabbing her by the neck. The kids disappear down the stairs, trying to escape.

Michael chokes Casey, causing her face to turn red. She makes a bunch of strangling sounds, feeling as though she'll lose consciousness at any minute. Her eyes dart around, looking for something, anything to be used in defense. She notices Michael's butcher knife lying on the floor a few feet away.

Slowly, her hand stretches towards it, clawing for the weapon. It seems like it's out of her reach. Her middle finger touches the hilt, managing to bring it slightly closer. She slides her fingers over the side of the weapon, finally managing to get a grip on it.

She turns the sharp blade towards Michael, bringing it down into the side of his neck. He grunts in pain, letting go of Casey as both hands shoot up to the knife sticking out of his neck. He falls backwards, freeing Casey, who crawls away quickly.

As the deranged lunatic pulls the knife out of his neck, blood squirts out. He watches as Casey grabs the shotgun, her back turned to him. He slowly staggers to his feet, prepared to deliver the killing blow.

Casey climbs to her feet, shotgun in hand. She turns just as Michael lungers at her. The girl screams, Swinging the trigger end of the gun at her cousin. The heavy end of the gun strikes him in the side of the head, causing him to flip over the side of the banister. The knife drops to the carpet. Casey watches as Michael falls to the hardwood floor downstairs, hitting with a loud thump.

A massive puddle of blood begins to form around him again. There was surely no way he was alive after all of that. Casey lets out a sigh of relief, dropping the gun to the floor. Slowly, she makes her way down the stairs, staggering out into the yard.

EXT. BRADY RESIDENCE- FRONT YARD

Casey stands in the yard, looking around for any sign of Tommy and Lindsay. She doesn't see them anywhere. She hoped they had been let into a neighbors' house and were calling the police.

She lets out a sigh, knowing the madness is finally over. The girl steps out of the grass, onto the sidewalk. She stumbles towards the house next door, but stops when she notices a car coming up behind her. A police car!

Before she can say anything, Dr. Hartley jumps out of the car, running over to her. The two cops from earlier stand behind him.

DR. HARTLEY

Who did this to you!? Where is this person now!?

Casey stares into the eyes of the man screaming at her. It takes her a moment to register what he has said. Finally, she points towards the house.

CASEY

He's in the hallway… dead. I killed him…

DR. HARTLEY

Are you sure?!

COP #1

Take it easy on her.

COP #2

Lets' go check it out.

The cops and Dr. Hartley head toward the house. Casey follows behind them, not wanting to be left out in the darkness of the night alone.

INT. BRADY RESIDENCE

As the four people step into the house, Dr. Hartley lets out an enraged scream. Casey gasps, sinking to the floor.

Where Michael Myers' body had been lying moments ago is now completely vacant. Only the giant puddle of blood reveals that he had ever been there.

Dr. Hartley pulls a gun, following the trail of blood through the house. The two cops follow him, also pulling guns as well. Casey sits in the corner, crying. It seemed like it was never going to be over. Why wouldn't he die?

[CUT TO]

INT. BRADY RESIDENCE- BACK DOOR

Dr. Hartley stumbles to the wide open back door, having followed the trail of blood. He looks out the door, seeing no trace of Michael.

DR. HARTLEY

We have to find him! We have to find him now!

[CUT TO]

INT. BRADY RESIDENCE- FRONT HALL

Casey continues to sit in the corner of the room, crying. She hugs her knees up to her chest, saying a little prayer.

A/N- Well guys, there's one more chapter left. The final chapter is going to be short and sweet. Basically, it's just an epilogue. Thank you guys so much for taking time out of your day to read this, and please, if you can, leave me a review and let me know what I can do to improve my writings. :)