Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own anything concerning the WWE. If I did, I would rich just like Vince McMahon is.
Happy Halloween, everybody!
So now, here we are finally! This is the final chapter before going into the different endings I have planned. It's been a long road to get to this point but it's almost in sight now.
So now, we're down to two: Paul and Stephanie. With four of their friends gone now, it's going to be a fight for survival for these two. It's unsure how the Undertaker managed to get inside the mansion but, from what happened to Trish and Randy, he found a way in. Will Paul and Stephanie survive the night? Read on and find out for yourselves.
DEVIL'S NIGHT
Chapter Ten
"I have one too," Paul said. "Come on. Let's look in the rooms. They've got to be here somewhere."
"I don't like this, Paul," Stephanie replied. "Something's not right."
The young couple split apart from one another to each side of the hall. Paul started off by opening the door to the lounge while Stephanie did the same in the study.
"Randy?" Paul called out to the empty room. "You in here, man?"
"Trish?" Stephanie called out as well.
The two turned away from the doorways after seeing no sign of their friends. They immediately went to the next rooms, this time being the dining room and the billiard room, and did the same thing.
"Jesus, you guys, where are you?" Paul called out.
After looking into the billiard room, Stephanie asked, "You don't think they left without us, do you?"
Looking at the doorway, and seeing the cabinet still in place, the sandy blond man replied, "The cabinet is still in the same place where he placed it. They couldn't of left."
"Then where are they?"
"I don't know," Paul responded. "They've got to be around here somewhere. Those two couldn't have just disappeared."
"Well apparently, they have," Stephanie said as she made her way to the library and peeked inside.
"We just have to keep looking," Paul said as he made his way from the dining room to the kitchen. "I don't know about you, baby, but I would nothing more than to have a chainsaw and a shotgun right now."
But just as he was about to open the door, Stephanie called out to him.
"Hey Paul," she said.
"Yeah?"
Pointing at another door beyond the staircase, Stephanie asked, "What do you think this is for?"
"I don't know," Paul responded as he joined her by the newly discovered door. "It must lead to the basement or the cellar."
"Do you think Randy and Trish are hiding down there?"
Paul tried to open the door, but couldn't. "Maybe, but they must've locked it."
Deciding to see if Randy and Trish behind the door, Stephanie called out, "Guys, are you there? Open up, it's only us!"
"Step back, baby," Paul said. "I'm not sure if they can hear us, so I'm going to have to bust the door down."
As the brunette stepped away from the door, Paul started kicking away at it, hoping to break it down. But after several tries, he couldn't do so.
"Shit," he cursed. "Something must be wedged against the door, because I can't break it down."
"So now what?"
"Well," Paul began. "I was about to look in the kitchen to see if they were there. Let's check it out together. It's the last room in the house. If they're not there, I don't know where they could possibly be."
"Trish?" Stephanie called out as she and Paul entered the kitchen. "Randy? Are you guys in here?"
"I don't think they're in here, Steph," Paul said as he looked around the empty room.
"What the fuck is going on?" she asked. "It's as if they vanished."
"They have to be behind that locked door," Paul replied. "I just don't know where else they could be. After all, we've searched everywhere."
The brunette said nothing as she found a kitchen knife lying on the floor. She thought she found some blood on it, but couldn't be sure of it. Nevertheless, she felt like she needed something to steady her nerves while Paul had a gun and a cigar to calm his nerves.
"I would say we should for the lounge and wait there but, with the Undertaker possibly finding a way inside, I don't think that would be a safe place anymore," Paul suggested as he puffed his cigar.
"Look over there," Stephanie said as she noticed something amiss.
The young man turned to see Stephanie pointing at the freezer door, which was slightly ajar.
"Just stay right here," Paul told her as took the revolver and gripped it. "I'll go and check it out."
Paul slowly crept up to the freezer door with his gun ready, while Stephanie kept her gaze fixated on with her knife strongly gripped in her hands. The sandy haired college student cocked the hammer on gun as he gripped the handle.
Although it seemed silly to try and be quiet, considering that he and his girlfriend had been calling out for their friends for the past couple of minutes, it couldn't be helped if there was someone or something hiding in the freezer.
With one last look back at Stephanie, who nodded shakily back at him, Paul gripped the handle and flung the door open with his gun pointed inside.
Paul sighed, knowing there was nothing inside, but found something that caught his eye.
"There's nobody in here," he said.
Stephanie breathed a deep sigh of relief upon hearing that from her boyfriend.
"But there is something in here," Paul continued.
"What?"
"Come and see for yourself," Paul responded.
The brunette did so as she approached the freezer and looked inside. What she saw intrigued her: a slight crack in the back of the freezer much like the outer was when they found it.
"Now what do think that is?" Stephanie asked.
Paul ventured into the freezer and inspected the crack. Upon instinct, Paul pushed against it, revealing what appeared to be a secret entrance.
"It's a secret passage," Paul answered. "Maybe Randy or Trish discovered it and used it."
"But where does it lead to?"
"Let's find out," Paul replied as he gripped his gun. "Give me the flashlight."
The brunette gave her boyfriend the flashlight she had with her all night long.
"I'll go in first and you just stay behind me, okay?"
Right behind him, Stephanie nodded as she gripped the knife in her hand.
"Alright, let's go," Paul said as he pushed the door open.
The couple ventured into the secret passage, unsure of where it lead to and unsure of what they would run into.
In a dark room, the wall seemingly came apart as a secret doorway revealed itself just as the one in the freezer did.
Paul and Stephanie appeared out of it, still cautious as they entered the unexplored room.
"This must be the cellar, considering those stairs we came down," Paul said breaking the deathly silence that filled the room. "The previous owners must've put in that secret passage in the event of home invaders or natural disasters. They must've converted this into a panic room and emergency shelter."
"Well, Trish and Randy are nowhere to be seen," Stephanie said as she noticed no one in the room.
"Yeah, but where could be?" Paul asked, knowing he would get no answer.
The couple walked a couple of feet into the room. Upon noticing a light switch, Paul and Stephanie approached it, attempted to turn on the light to get a better look around. With the room now illuminated and still as empty as before, the couple had to think of what to do next.
"Paul, let's just get the fuck out of here right now," the brunette urged. "There's obviously nobody in this room and I don't want to stay here anymore."
"But what about the Undertaker?" Paul asked his girlfriend.
"Let's just take that chance," she replied. "We'll just make a run for your car. Mine got stuck in a ditch near the cabin. We'll drive out of here tonight and get away from this madness."
"I'm starting to think that's pretty much all we can do now," Paul agreed. "We'll go look for help and come back here again."
Stephanie and Paul attempted to go back into the secret passage and leave the mansion when something caught her eye.
"Paul, look," she said.
Again, the sandy haired young man looked where his girlfriend looked, noticing another set of stairs, this time in the open and leading up to door leading to the outside.
"That must lead to the back of the mansion," Paul concluded.
"Oh shit," the brunette cursed. "The Undertaker must've used it to get inside the mansion. That means he was able to get to Trish and Randy while we were upstairs. That means he could still be here, Paul!"
Paul didn't respond as his eyes drifted to something in a distant part of the cellar.
"Paul?" Stephanie asked as she turned and noticed her boyfriend.
The young man in question said nothing, causing Stephanie to turn and look where her boyfriend was.
"Oh my god," she gasped as she gripped closer to Paul.
In the distant part of the cellar, not far from where the staircase leading outside was, several wooden coffins laid, one stacked upon another.
"Come on," Paul urged as he ventured toward them.
"No, Paul," Stephanie pleaded. "Let's just leave."
"I need to know if any of our friends are in those things," he replied. "I have to know."
The couple walked toward the coffins. After taking a couple of puffs of his cigar, Paul threw it away and tucked the gun inside his pants and gripped at the nailed lid of one of the coffins while Stephanie observed, scared of what they might find.
After a couple of pulls, Paul said, "I think I almost got it."
Finally, the lid gave way and was pushed aside from Paul as both he and Stephanie looked inside.
Inside the coffin, a decayed corpse greeted them, causing the couple to jump back. Stephanie screamed and Paul almost did.
"Jesus Christ!" Paul exclaimed as he frantically pulled the revolver out of his jeans.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Stephanie said.
Not wasting any time, the couple made a dash for the door leading outside.
But just as they tried to climb the stairs, the door swung open, revealing the Undertaker.
Stephanie screamed at the sight of the undead monster while Paul looked upon him with eyes and mouth open.
The Undertaker groaned at seeing the potential victims, with his grip tightening on his shovel.
"Other way, now!" Paul yelled to his girlfriend.
The couple turned in attempt to run back through the secret door they entered the cellar. The couple only made it a few feet before the Undertaker quickly stalked after them and swung his shovel at them. Although he missed them, the miss caused both Paul and Stephanie to stumble to the ground.
The Undertaker, noticing his victims on the ground, immediately went for Paul.
The young man in question looked at the intruding figure and attempted to crawl to his feet, only to be stopped as the Undertaker gripped his foot and pulled him in. The Undertaker flipped Paul over and started strangling him.
Upon noticing her boyfriend in peril, Stephanie immediately got to her feet and rushed at the Undertaker in attempt to pull him off.
Unable to match his supernatural strength, the brunette proved a nuisance more than a threat as the Undertaker continued to strangle Paul, although not as well due to the distraction.
Paul, on the other hand, noticed the cigar he flicked away lying not far from where he was on the ground. He reached out and barely grazed it with his fingertips. The sandy haired young man continued to reach for it, but came up short.
In her attempt to save her boyfriend, Stephanie pulled backed on the Undertaker's neck, causing him to jerk backwards while maintaining his grip on Paul.
But this was all Paul needed as he reached out and gripped the cigar. With it firmly in his hands, he sat up some ways and thrusted the cigar into the left eye of the Undertaker.
The undead creature moaned at the burning sensation as the cigar was pressed further into his eye.
With the grip around his neck now loosened, Paul pushed the Undertaker, who was now gripping his burnt eye, off of him.
The young man immediately sprang to his feet and ran to his girlfriend, helping her up.
"We've got to run, Steph!" he exclaimed.
The couple quickly ran to where the secret passage was and pried open the door. Not wasting any time, Paul and Stephanie ran into it.
The doorway to the mansion's kitchen swung open as Paul and Stephanie raced out and headed toward the front entrance.
"We've got to get this fucking cabinet out of the way!" Stephanie yelled.
"Help me move it!" Paul responded as he gripped the cabinet.
The couple started to move the cabinet out of the way, when the locked door they came across burst open as the Undertaker appeared out of it.
Paul and Stephanie turned at the now visible Undertaker with his now burnt eye. Paul swung around and aimed the revolver at the now intruding figure.
With a cock of the hammer, Paul took aim and fired.
The bullet struck the shoulder of the Undertaker as he gripped his shoulder and stumbled back. But it wasn't long before he stabilized himself as again stalked after him.
Again, Paul took aim and fired again.
This time, the Undertaker stumbled back as the bullet struck him in the mid-section. The Undertaker hunched and staggered forward at the impact. But like before, the Undertaker again stabilized himself and continued to stalk after his potential victims.
"Just die, you son-of-a-bitch!" Paul said as he again aimed and fired.
Only this time, the bullet must've impacted into the Undertaker's head as he flew back and fell onto the floor.
Noticing the Undertaker not moving, Paul lowered his gun.
"Did I do it?" he asked. "Is he dead?"
"Let's not take any chances," Stephanie responded. "Let's make a run for it while we have the chance."
With enough strength and force, the couple pushed the cabinet out of the way, sending it crashing to the floor. Immediately, Paul grasped the handle and flung the door open, in which he started to run outside.
Stephanie was about to do the same thing, when she failed to notice the Undertaker back up on his feet and right behind her.
The Undertaker grabbed hold of the brunette, who screamed at the sudden appearance of the figure.
Paul turned to see what was happening and yelled, "Steph!"
Quickly, he ran back to where Stephanie and the Undertaker were. While he did so, he aimed the revolver and fired.
Either Paul missed or he moved out of the way, but the Undertaker remained unharmed.
The sandy haired college student rushed at the Undertaker to save his girlfriend.
Again, the Undertaker was ready as he situated Stephanie with an arm around her waist, while he used his right hand and gripped it around Paul's neck.
Paul grimaced in discomfort and pain as he felt himself pulled toward the Undertaker, who snarled at the young man, showing his decaying teeth. He couldn't be sure but he swore he heard the Undertaker say something.
"Death."
With only one hand, the Undertaker pushed Paul away with enough force to send him flying backwards and landing on the ground.
Paul must've banged his head against something hard as he became disoriented and his vision became fuzzy.
"Paul!" Stephanie screamed at her now injured boyfriend. "Paul!"
Trying to fire another shot, Paul pulled the trigger and shot another bullet, unaware if he struck anything. Not long after, he lost consciousness.
The Undertaker grasped the now hysterical Stephanie and started dragging her back into the mansion. With one last look at the now unconscious Paul, he decided to leave him there since he was not a threat at the moment.
Blinking his eyes rapidly, Paul came around. While gripping his head, he groaned as he slowly sat up from the earth.
"What the fuck?" he asked groggily.
As he noticed himself outside of the mansion, he remembered what happened earlier.
"Steph!" Paul exclaimed as he looked around for any sign of her.
The sandy blond man sprang to his feet as best he could. With his gun firmly in his hand again, he ran into the mansion.
Upon entering, Paul began the search for his girlfriend.
"Stephanie!" he yelled to the silent mansion. "Can you hear me? Where are you?"
Paul spun around the room, looking and hearing for any sign of either his girlfriend or the Undertaker.
"Stephanie!"
After waiting again for any sight or sound, Paul noticed the now destroyed door leading to the cellar. Now believing Stephanie to be down there, he ran towards it.
Upon descending the staircase into the cellar, Paul looked around the cellar. Again, finding no sign of either the Undertaker or Stephanie.
"Where did they go?" Paul asked himself.
Like before, noticing the door leading outside wide open, he decided to see if they left. As he ran towards the exit, he noticed the kitchen knife on the floor where Stephanie dropped it. Figuring he would need all the help he could get, he hastily reached down and gripped it.
With the gun in one hand and the knife in the other, Paul ran towards the back exit.
As he climbed the stairs and encountered the outdoors again, he immediately noticed a dock leading to a large lake behind the mansion. Paul gripped both weapons in his hands and ran out onto the dock, figuring the Undertaker took Stephanie away on boat.
Paul stopped as he noticed a small motorboat tied up to the dock and dismissed that theory.
Turning back toward the mansion, the sandy haired college student came to the conclusion that Stephanie and the Undertaker must still be inside.
As Paul started to head back inside, he started planning. He didn't want to leave without knowing if Stephanie was alive or dead. But he knew that he would have to deal with the Undertaker again if she was still alive. And considering how he kept coming back after getting shot several times, Paul couldn't help but wonder how he could kill the Undertaker.
It was at that moment when Paul realized that, considering that the Undertaker was dead to begin with, maybe he couldn't kill him. So even if he was to charge in there like a superhero, it might not do any good.
At least, that was until Paul noticed a series of gasoline canisters near where the dock met the land. An idea came to mind in which if he couldn't kill the Undertaker conventionally, Paul would have to destroy him completely until there was nothing left.
Not wasting any time, Paul rushed toward where the canisters sat and squatted down to inspect them. Upon shaking several of them, he smiled as he placed the knife and gun down on the dock and grabbed one of the canisters.
As he looked up in front of him, the smile quickly left his face as the Undertaker, with shovel in hand, stood several feet away from him.
Now knowing how he can finally rid of the Undertaker, Paul dropped the canister to the ground and quickly reached for the knife and gun, realizing he would have to wear the Undertaker down in order to do anything afterwards.
No longer running away from the creature, the sandy blond college student gripped his weapons and motioned for the Undertaker to come after him.
The Undertaker quickly stalked toward Paul with his shovel in hand. The undead monster swung his shovel at the young man, but missed.
Paul quickly retaliated as he stabbed the Undertaker in the gut with the knife, causing the Undertaker to groan at the sensation. The sandy haired college student quickly pulled the knife out and kneed the Undertaker where he stabbed him. As the Undertaker fell to one knee, Paul tried to stab him again in his back.
But the Undertaker pushed him away, trying to distance Paul so he could get to his feet.
The young man quickly caught himself before he fell backwards and continued his attack on the now standing Undertaker. After a series of slashes with the knife, Paul started to believe he was wearing the Undertaker down.
But a mistiming from Paul allowed the Undertaker to grasp the arm holding the knife, immobilizing Paul long enough for the Undertaker to punch him in the face, knocking him on his ass.
The Undertaker grabbed the shovel he dropped as a result of Paul's onslaught and got to his feet. The undead creature stalked toward Paul and raised his shovel in the air.
Paul quickly aimed his gun and fired at the attacking figure, luckily striking the wooden part of the shovel and sending the metal part flying.
The Undertaker, noticing his now damaged shovel, looked at it in curiosity.
The young college man took the opportunity and used his legs to sweep the Undertaker off his feet. Immediately, Paul got up and kicked the Undertaker in the face as he attempted to sit up. Knowing this was his chance; Paul raced toward the gasoline canisters and grabbed one. Pulling the top off, he ran back to the downed Undertaker and starting pouring the contents of the canister on him.
"I sure hope this works," Paul said.
After emptying the canister, he threw it away and headed in the direction of the lake to escape whatever explosion might occur from the flammable liquid. As the Undertaker tried getting to his feet, Paul cocked the revolver and aimed at the other canisters, hoping the bullet will cause the contents to combust.
"Time to feel the burn, motherfucker!"
Unfortunately, no bullet came out.
Paul cocked and fired again, but the result was the same. Panicking, Paul must've realized he lost count of his bullets or must've fired the last shot when he was knocked out. Either way, he was now in trouble.
"Oh shit!" Paul exclaimed as he reached into his jean pocket to get more bullets.
But the now gasoline-soaked Undertaker got up and reached Paul, now choking him.
The young man, quick to act, slashed at the Undertaker's chest, which caused the monster to loosen his grip. Now free, Paul tackled him to the ground. With his hands outstretched, Paul gripped the knife and jammed it into the Undertaker's hand and forcing it further into the wood of the dock.
The Undertaker groaned and removed the knife from his hand after a couple of tries.
But this bought enough time for Paul, who backed away from the Undertaker as he tried to free himself, to remove the butane lighter from his jean pocket.
"Hey Deadman!"
The Undertaker, as he sat up now free from the knife, looked at the young man standing in front of him.
Paul flipped the lid and sparked a flame. "Now it's time to feel the burn."
The sandy blond college student tossed the lighter at the Undertaker, setting him ablaze. As the Undertaker caught fire and squirmed on the ground, Paul noticed some flames approaching the other gasoline canisters. Knowing what might happen; Paul took a mad dash toward the end of the dock.
Eventually, the flames reached the canisters and caused an explosion on the dock.
Paul went flying and landing in the motorboat, which broke away from the dock and started floating out into the lake.
After landing hard in the boat, Paul tried to catch his breath before he lost consciousness again.
After a minute or so, Paul came to and slowly sat up as the boat floated in the middle of the lake. Looking at the mansion, he noticed the entire dock ablaze.
Feeling relieved, Paul relaxed in the boat.
"It's over," he said to himself. "And I'm the only one who made it."
Suddenly, a fist broke through the bottom of the boat.
Paul screamed at the sight and attempted to get away from it, but the fist gripped his foot and kept him from doing so. Slowly, the boat came apart and Paul found himself being dragged underwater. He tried to swim toward the surface before he disappeared beneath the murky depths.
Soon, the air bubbles coming up from where he was pulled down came to a stop.
TO BE CONCLUDED
So now, we've come to the final part.
It appeared that Paul finally vanquished the Undertaker and survived the night. But now, that no longer seems to be the case.
Coming up real soon, we'll have four endings. That's right, people. Four endings. The one ending that gets the best positive response, or the one you think makes the most sense, will be the canon ending to this story.
So get ready to read the exciting conclusions to "Devil's Night." It won't be long.
BTW, did any of you catch the "Evil Dead" reference?
Peace!