Disclaimer: I do not own Scream; this is merely a fanfiction.
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SMASH ON:
JASON VORHEES is front and center, flames nearly shooting out of his infamous hockey mask, a diabolical sense of foreboding washing over us.
PAN OUT:
EXT. GRUBER'S MUSEUM OF HORROR – NIGHT
We see that Jason is nothing more than an animatronic statue, moving mechanically, its arm slashing downward with a plastic machete. A bored attendant sits next to him as fake flames shoot out of the eyeholes.
Four college students – DAVID, RUSS, JESSA AND SHELLY – stand watching the animatronic Jason.
DAVID: Lame.
RUSS: Dude, I told you they keep all the cool stuff inside.
DAVID: (ignoring Russ, gesturing at the mask) I mean look at him! They got the wrong number of holes on his mask, the blood looks totally fake and those flames don't do nothing but make him look like General Grievous! Like I said – lame.
RUSS: You gotta keep an open mind, my man. Like I said – all the cool stuff is inside the museum. Don't let the exterior fool you, the inside is totally awesome!
JESSA: Looks can be deceiving. (Throws an arm around David, grinning). That's why I'm dating you, babe!
RUSS: (Handing the bored attendant his ticket) I mean come on, they got managed to get their hands on the original Michael Myers mask worn by the extraordinary Nick Castle! Plus, their exhibit on the classic Universal Monsters is to die for – no pun intended. They even got the original Dracula costume worn by Bela Lugosi in 1931!
JESSA: (handing in her ticket) I thought he was buried in it.
RUSS: Urban legend, no basis in fact. Anyway, I've been waiting for this place to open, Shelly'll tell you – Shell?
Shelly stands off the side, frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the Jason statue. The flames shoot out again and she jumps. Russ sees her pale face and wide-eyed panic and he waves at David and Jessa.
RUSS: You guys go ahead, we'll be along in a minute.
David rolls his eyes and flings his arm around Jessa, leading her through the entry gates – made of bone – into the horror museum. Russ turns back to Shelly.
RUSS: Hey – you okay? Shell?
SHELLY: (suddenly freaking out) David – I know it's only our first date and all, but there's really something I should tell you. (Beat, turns to him) I hate horror movies. Like a lot. They freak me out like you wouldn't believe. I go into crying fits of hysterics just watching Children of the Corn and according to my brother that's the least scary horror movie ever and I just -.
RUSS: Hey, hey it's okay. It's just a museum. It's all make-believe.
SHELLY: I know! I get it, it's just – even knowing that doesn't make it any better. You must think I'm so lame …
RUSS: No, of course not. Everyone has phobias. (Beat) I'm afraid of spiders. My sister has a completely out-of-this-world fear of ketchup. You should've seen her tear up Red Robin a few years ago.
SHELLY: It's worse than you think. I went to a kid's production of The Wizard of Oz. When the Wicked Witch appeared in a puff of orange smoke I lost it. And … someone happened to have a camera and it ended up on YouTube and it trended and that person's channel had a million subs and the whole nation saw it –
RUSS: It can't be as bad as all that.
Shelly sighs and pulls out her Iphone. She opens the YouTube app and hits PLAY. Russ' eyes widen as he sees the Wicked Witch of the West appear onstage cackling. He hears screaming – Shelly is hysterically screaming in the theater, running down the aisle, shoving kids out of her way, the audience going into fits of laughter.
RUSS: Okay, it is that bad. (Scratches his head) Well look – we don't have to do this. I thought it would be a fun first date with David and Jessa, keep the pressure off us ya'know. I wish I'd known about this before I planned everything. I'll text David and –
SHELLY: No. No, you planned this whole big evening for us. It's not fair to you.
RUSS: Yeah, but I don't want to make you do anything you're not comfortable with. I want you to enjoy our date too.
SHELLY: I will! And I appreciate you being considerate of my feelings and all … (Beat, her eyes trail onto the Jason statue and she swallows tightly.) I think I'll be okay if we go in for just a little while.
RUSS: Shell -.
SHELLY: Just for a little bit … I think I can brave that. (Beat, she turns seductive) I might be braver you know, if I had a handsome man to protect me and hold my hand …
RUSS: (getting her drift) I think I might know someone …
He laughs as their fingers intertwine. She looks up at the entrance and breaks into a sweat.
RUSS: You ready?
SHELLY: No … but I'm willing to give it a shot.
They head for the entrance.
INT. GRUBER'S MUSEUM OF HORROR – NIGHT
We follow Russ and Shelly into the first exhibit – the UNIVERSAL MONSTERS exhibit. They enter the room and find themselves surrounded by old 1930's to 1950's movie posters, glass containers containing costumes and props – and old wax statues of the classic movie monsters.
RUSS: See? Not so bad. I figured we'd start with the tame stuff and work our way up to the more … intense … exhibits.
SHELLY: Intense?
RUSS: Alright, well I won't make you endure the Saw Escape Room. And the recreation of the Michael Myers house with the live action chase scene culminating in the closet scene –
SHELLY: I get the picture.
Russ holds her hand and leads her up to a wax statue of The Wolf Man. His lower teeth jut out and his claws are raised. Shelly begins to get faint. Russ grips her fingers.
RUSS: Lon Chaney Jr. Classic, classic film. See, at its core The Wolf Man was a love story.
SHELLY: (Not buying it) A love story?
RUSS: Sure. See, in the movie John Talbot gets bitten by a werewolf and becomes the Wolf Man. In the climax, he comes face-to-face with his love, Gwen. And he just can't bring himself to kill her. At the end, his love for her overrides the animal instinct to hunt and kill.
Russ takes her hand, leading her to another wax statue.
RUSS: Love is the overriding theme connecting all the classic Universal Monsters. It's … really the missing piece in modern horror.
They find themselves staring at a wax statue of Dracula, played by the famed Bela Lugosi. His piercing eyes stare hard into Shelly's soft blue ones. She stands transfixed, almost mesmerized.
RUSS: Dracula's goal was to find his long-lost love. He thought he found her in England in Mina Seward. Before Van Helsing drove a stake through his heart.
Next they come to an all-too-familiar monstrosity with a flat head, green skin and bolts in his neck.
RUSS: The Frankenstein Monster. One of Boris Karloff's greatest roles! In the first film, Henry Frankenstein creates the monster, then when it isn't what he expected him to be, abandons him. The Monster was left isolated, alone, scared, rejected by the only father he ever knew, rejected by all humankind. And with the mind of an abandoned child, he did what any child would do – he lashed out. All the Monster wanted was love, love of a father at first. And then …
Russ gestures next to the figure next to the monster – a screaming pale-faced woman with a tall black hairdo with white streaks.
RUSS: The creature wanted a mate. A female like him, that wouldn't reject him. The problem is –
SHELLY: She did.
RUSS: I think that's really the saddest moment in movie history. When the Monster realized that even someone who was like him – undead – wouldn't accept him and that he would always be alone … he showed mercy in the end. He let Henry Frankenstein and his wife Elizabeth go.
SHELLY: I think I'm starting to see your point.
Russ gestures across the room to a scaly creature.
RUSS: Even The Gill Man from The Creature From the Black Lagoon was motivated by love. Granted, he was just an animal – but something primal moved him to desire Julie Adams. To mate, reproduce, to not be alone.
They move past the displays.
SHELLY: So why the gorefests of horror today? What changed?
RUSS: Society did. (Looks at his phone) Where are David and Jessa?
SHELLY: (Shrugging) I don't know. (Scooting up closer to Russ, intertwining their fingers) But this is all so fascinating. Why don't you tell me more?
Russ grins.
CUT TO:
INT. SLASHER EXHIBIT – NIGHT
We transition with Russ and Shelly into the next exhibit. Shelly stops short – razor sharp claws grasp out at her. She gasps, ready to break into a bout of hyperventilation. Russ squeezes her shoulder. She relaxes – somewhat.
RUSS: Freddy Krueger.
The statue of the infamous child killer appears so lifelike, his wide twisted grin, his burned, raw flesh, it all seems so real. Shelly breaks into a sweat.
RUSS: Okay, Freddy might be a bit much for you.
He steers her away. We follow them through a doorway – the next room is dark. Shelly can hear the lapping of waves. They appear to be surrounded by trees. There's a camp cabin in the distance.
RUSS: Oh wow, they replicated Camp Crystal Lake!
SHELLY: Camp Crystal-what-now?
RUSS: Wow, the attention to detail is amazing!
He holds her hand, like a child in a candy store, leads her through the fake trees. It's an exact replica of the set from Friday the 13th.
SHELLY: Ummm … that hockey-masked guy isn't going to jump out at us, is he?
RUSS: Umm … the brochure may have said something about live actors.
SHELLY: Russ!
RUSS: Okay, okay let's get out of here into the next exhibit. Fast.
They speed-walk. They hear a voice echoing through the trees. Shhh shhh shhh, huh huh huh. Shhh shhh shhh, huh huh huh.
They reach the end of the Camp Crystal Lake Exhibit. Neon arrows on the floor point the way.
RUSS: (squeezing her fingers) C'mon.
INT. NEXT EXHIBIT – NIGHT
We follow them into the next room. It appears to be an old 1960's style bedroom. Shelly suddenly screams and points.
In the bedroom is a vanity … and at the floor, bloodied and wrecked, is the body of a naked teenage girl.
SHELLY: Russ, this is too much! Please!
RUSS: Look at me, look at me – it's fake. Okay, none of this is real, okay?
Shelly closes her eyes and swallows tightly, nodding.
RUSS: Look – the body isn't real.
Shelly turns and looks … the body does seem to be lying unnaturally on the floor and the blood, upon closer inspection, appears to be a little too red.
SHELLY: (to herself) It's fake, it's fake.
RUSS: (Agreeing with her) It's fake.
Shelly begins to regain her composure, starts feeling braver.
SHELLY: So …?
RUSS: So?
SHELLY: (gestures to the body) Who is that? What is this?
RUSS: That … is Judith Myers. Sister of Michael Myers.
SHELLY: Who?
RUSS: The first known victim of Halloween. On Halloween night, 1963, 17-year-old Judith Myers was viciously murdered by her little brother. He was only 6-years old.
SHELLY: A six-year-old?
Russ smiles, takes her hand and guides her into the next room.
INT. HALLOWEEN EXHIBIT – NIGHT
The loudspeakers softly play music from the Halloween soundtrack. They're currently playing The Devil's Eyes (Youtube at watch?v=GrapEj3Noog). They're still in the replica of Michael's old house. Except now, the lights are darker, the floorboards are creaky. She really feels like she's in the movie.
SHELLY: I don't understand … why would a six-year-old kill his own sister?
She stops short – MICHAEL MYERS is standing there, the white mask staring down at her, butcher knife raised. She catches her breath, forcing herself to be brave. Behind the statue of Michael, a tv screen flickers to life. We see the actor DONALD PLEASANCE in one of his most infamous roles – DR. LOOMIS - appear on the screen. Russ gestures to the tv.
RUSS: We'll let the good Doctor Loomis explain.
As Donald Pleasance's voice washes over her, Shelly stares up at the Myers mask. It appears too real, too lifelike. His eyes are invisible behind the eyeholes, but she feels like he's staring straight into her soul.
DR. LOOMIS (V/O): I met him, 15 years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding in even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this... six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and... the blackest eyes - the Devil's eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up, because I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.
A HAND CLAPS SHELLY'S SHOULDER – SHE SCREAMS, LASHING OUT!
RUSS: It's me, it's me!
Shelly catches her breath.
SHELLY: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Can we just – go? Please? To another exhibit? That mask, those eyes … please Russ.
RUSS: Okay, okay. I really would rather not see the Rob Zombie exhibit anyway. C'mon. (Beat) And where the heck are David and Jessa?
SHELLY: Off making out somewhere?
RUSS: I'm gonna give him a call …
He presses his phone to his ear, listening to the ringtone. He turns and wanders off to the other side of the room. Shelly stands, transfixed at the Michael Myers statue, amazed and somewhat creeped out by how life-like it really is. Russ returns to her side.
RUSS: He's not picking up.
VMMM! VMMM!
Russ' cell phone vibrates in his hand. He looks down.
RUSS: It's Jessa. (Answers the phone) Jessa! Where are you guys? Jessa?
He hears sniffling on the other end, as though someone is crying.
RUSS: Jessa?
JESSA: Russ … David and I had a fight, I'm in the ladies' room. Can you come get me?
RUSS: Are you okay? What happened?
JESSA: Please … just come get me.
RUSS: Okay, we'll be right there!
JESSA: No! I don't want Shelly to see me like this.
RUSS: Okay, I'll get you, then when you've calmed down we'll get Shelly and I'll take you both home.
JESSA: Thanks Russ.
He hangs up and turns to Shelly.
RUSS: So, we have a priority situation. David is being his usual asshole self. I've gotta get Jessa. Will you be okay for five minutes?
SHELLY: Alone? Here?
RUSS: I'd bring you with me, but she's embarrassed by the state she's in.
SHELLY: (mustering her courage) Yeah … yeah, I think I could manage it. (Spots a security guard in the corner) As long as he's here.
RUSS: Okay, be right back.
He gives her a peck on the cheek and walks through the exhibit's exit towards the museum's restroom area. Shelly rubs her arm awkwardly, staring at the video of Dr. Loomis.
The security guard gets a radio alert. He nods and walks through a door.
Shelly stands there in silence, now alone, no other patrons in this exhibit, the soundtrack from Halloween still playing. She rubs her arm nervously.
She notices a closet door in the room. She squints her eyes. An EXIT sign has been placed over the door. She walks towards it. She figures she can wait outside since they're leaving anyway. Better than being here in this room.
Her fingers reach out, tracing the doorknob. Something's not right … she turns and looks at the movie playing on screen. She sees Jamie Lee Curtis' character Laurie Strode in a bedroom that looks eerily like this. She sees a closet in the movie – Laurie Strode screams as a body drops from the closet.
Shelly turns to the doorway before her. It looks like a replica of the closet in the movie. She looks up at the EXIT sign … it looks like it was hastily placed there. It flickers. But if it's an exit …
Shelly slowly opens the door -.
A LIGHT FLARES ON – IT'S A CLOSET AFTER ALL. AND CRUMPLED, FROGLIKE ON THE FLOOR IS JESSA – HER THROAT CUT, HER EYES STARING!
Shelly screams. She panics. She goes into such hysterics she finds she can't even scream. She backs away.
Behind her, the Michael Myers statue COMES TO LIFE. It slowly steps off the exhibit platform and slowly walks up behind her. He stops a few feet from her, staring, breathing through his mask.
Jessa senses something in the corner of her eye … she turns – MICHAEL RAISES HIS KNIFE.
This time she finds her voice. She screams.
SHELLY: RUSS!
She books it out of the room, going back the way they came.
WE FOLLOW HER – RIGHT BACK INTO THE CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE EXHIBIT.
Shelly presses herself behind a fake tree. She holds her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. Michael appears in the entryway. He stops, his mask scanning the room.
Shelly slides down along the tree, feeling helpless, powerless. She peers around the fake trunk. Michael walks past her, vanishing through the exhibit.
She forces herself to her feet, her heart going a mile a minute. She turns, going back the opposite way.
We follow her back into the Halloween exhibit. She runs through it, heading for the door that the security guard had vanished through. She reaches it – MICHAEL APPEARS BEHIND HER, GRABBING HER SHOULDER!
She screams, unleashing a HELL OF A PUNCH, knocking Michael clean off his feet. Michael falls spread eagle, landing on his back. He writhes, groaning. A familiar voice.
SHELLY: David?
Michael unmasks – it's DAVID, who's now nursing a bloody nose.
DAVID: You bitch! I think you broke it!
In the closet behind them, JESSA rises to her feet, wiping off the smeared fake blood on her neck. She runs over and helps David up.
JESSA: Did she get you hard babe?
SHELLY: You two?
Russ comes charging back in. He takes a look at David in the Michael outfit, the fake blood on Jessa's face and Shelly in near hysterics. He storms up to them and shoves David.
DAVID: What the hell is your problem dude?
RUSS: What. The. Actual. Fuck? You know the girl is terrified, you knew it was our first date and you two pull this shit?
DAVID: Relax, it was just a prank.
RUSS: (Gesturing to Shelly) Not to her!
JESSA: She was acting like a whiny little bitch all night. We scared her straight.
SHELLY: I am not a whiny little bitch!
Russ grabs David by the shirt.
RUSS: You're lucky I don't call security on your ass. (Shoves him again) Come on, Shelly, I'm taking you home.
SHELLY: (finding newfound courage) You know what – no. I'm not giving them the satisfaction. I want to finish the tour.
RUSS: Are you sure?
SHELLY: (staring at David and Jessa defiantly) Definitely.
She links her arm with Russ'. Russ glares at David and Jessa.
RUSS: I don't want to see you two for the rest of the night.
He and Shelly vanish through a doorway into another exhibit. David stands there flat-footed.
DAVID: (calling after them) You're still giving us a ride home though, right? Right?
Jessa rolls her eyes.
JESSA: Told you it was a bad idea.
DAVID: What? What'd I do?
CUT TO:
INT. STAB EXHIBIT – NIGHT
RUSS: Here it is – Stab.
Shelly has newfound confidence and bravery, determined to overcome her fears and put David and Jessa in their place. She stares up at a mannequin in a GHOSTFACE costume.
Russ follows a line of movie posters – but also newspaper clippings. Real news articles, reporting on the actual events. Shelly tags along with him.
RUSS: This one … this one is different. It was all based on a true story.
SHELLY: Sidney Prescott …
RUSS: You know the name?
Shelly stares at a newspaper image – a yearbook photo of SIDNEY PRESCOTT.
SHELLY: Everyone who grew up in Woodsboro knows her name.
Beat.
RUSS: I didn't know you were from Woodsboro.
SHELLY: I went to high school there a few years ago. Came out here to JCU for college. Moved here my junior year.
Russ does the math in his head.
RUSS: So that means you would have been in high school with –
SHELLY: - with Jill Roberts, Charlie Walker, Jenny Randall and Craig Harding.
RUSS: The Reboot Murderers. Did I mention you suddenly became ten times hotter?
SHELLY: (rolling her eyes) Thanks.
RUSS: Did you know them?
SHELLY: (Beat – she looks down at her feet) Yeah. I knew them.
RUSS: Were you friends?
SHELLY: Once.
RUSS: Good thing you moved out here when you did.
SHELLY: Yeah … yeah but sometimes I think it's not fair.
RUSS: What do you mean?
SHELLY: Look, back in high school Jill had an obsession with fame. She wanted to be an actress, a celebrity. I had an argument with her – the last time I ever spoke with her. And I … I told her that she would never amount to anything. That no one would ever know her name.
RUSS: Whoa, harsh.
SHELLY: You gotta understand this was all during the Jill and Jenny drama when they were arguing over Trevor. But I think I really struck a chord with her. Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't the one to set Jill off to try kill everyone. Which in turn set Jenny off to outdo her. Was it all my fault? That's why it's not fair. That I survived …
RUSS: It wasn't your fault. You had no way of knowing –
SHELLY: And then I lie awake at night, wondering what would've happened if I hadn't moved to Jersey. Would I have been on their hit list? And which would've done me in? Jill or Jenny?
RUSS: You can't think about those things, you'll lose your mind. You dodged a major bullet.
SHELLY: Well, now that you know my Stab history –
RUSS: Hey, don't worry. I really liked you before I knew about your Stab history. And now that I know – can I have your autograph?
Shelly laughs and playfully slaps his arm. She looks away and bites her lip. He intertwines their fingers. There's a moment – they share a first kiss. She leans into him.
SHELLY: You know, I think I'm beginning to finally see the genius behind the horror genre …
The two walk, hand in hand, through the exhibit. They pass the Ghostface mannequin. Shelly looks up at it, before they pass into another room.
There's a moment's silence.
The Ghostface mannequin turns its head, its masked face staring at the door the young couple just vanished through.
CUT TO:
INT. CAMP CRYSTAL LAKE EXHIBIT – NIGHT
Jessa storms through the exhibit, David in tow.
JESSA: I can't believe you roped me into that!
DAVID: Babe, calm down!
JESSA: Don't tell me to calm down! I knew that was a bad idea! Poor Shelly!
DAVID: She needed it! It was good for her! Gave her a boost of courage! Besides, she desperately needed that stick up her a-
JESSA: Do not finish that sentence!
DAVID: I'll apologize.
JESSA: Damn right you will!
They stop. They look around. They see the replica of the lake and the trees, the artificial moonlight. David smiles, gently touching Jessa's face.
DAVID: You know … in the movies, Jason always goes after teens and college kids in the middle of sex.
His fingers trace down her arms. Jessa rolls her eyes.
JESSA: Are you serious right now?
DAVID: Come on, babe. Back behind those trees –
JESSA: You're unbelievable.
Jessa shoves her way past him, going back the way she came.
DAVID: (calling after her) Where are you going?
JESSA: To apologize to Shelly and David. Hopefully they'll still give me a ride home. You – I'm sick of you for the night!
DAVID: You're really gonna leave me? You're gonna make me go home alone?
JESSA: (over her shoulder) Add it to the list of other things you'll be doing alone tonight!
She storms through the doorway back towards the Halloween exhibit. David sighs, running a hand through his hair. He leans against a tree, staring at the replica of the lake.
DAVID: Fuck.
He goes to take a step forward –
A NOOSE DROPS FROM THE TREE BRANCH ABOVE, WRAPPING AROUND HIS NECK!
David struggles, tries to cry out. The more he struggles, the tighter the noose becomes. He's LIFTED off his feet, left dangling as he THRASHES about. His hands go to his neck, struggling at the noose.
His legs finally stop kicking. His arms go limp.
Finally there's silence. Silence except for the lapping waves of the fake lake and the sound of a noose swaying.
CUT TO:
INT. 2ND STAB EXHIBIT – NIGHT
Russ and Shelly walk into the next room of the Stab exhibit. They're amazed. The room is filled – with dozens upon dozens of mannequins in Ghostface costumes. Strobe lights filter on them.
RUSS: Think you can handle it?
SHELLY: No, but I'll be brave for you.
The two enter a line of mannequins, laughing. A recording plays overhead, filling the room with select quotes from the Stab movies. "What's your favorite scary movie?" carries over.
As they walk through the horror exhibition, a corpse drops from the ceiling. A mannequin, its stomach torn open, fake blood and guts dripping from it. Shelly loses Russ' fingers in the confusion.
She looks around. Russ is gone. She sees the EXIT at the far side of the room. She sees someone walk through the exit. She can't make who it was through the strobe lights.
SHELLY: Russ?
She reaches the end of the long line of Ghostfaces and walks through the door.
INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT
Shelly finds herself in a suburban home, an exhibit made to look like a nice house. A house in Woodsboro. She looks around. A cordless phone is perched on a countertop.
SHELLY: Russ! Russ?
The cordless phone begins RINGING. Shelly stares at it.
VMM! VMM!
Her cell phone vibrates. A text message. From David's phone. Cocking her head, she swipes up on her cell, reading the text. Answer the phone.
The cordless continues ringing. Shelly slowly reaches out, answering it.
SHELLY: Look David, you scared me, okay. But it's not happening again. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice -.
GHOSTFACE: Is that really what they teach you at JCU?
SHELLY: Okay David, you can stop with the creepy Stab voice, okay? You're not going to scare me again.
GHOSTFACE: David's too busy hanging out for more games. Jessa on the other hand –
A LIGHT THROUGH A WINDOW SWITCHES ON. OUTSIDE, ON A FAKE PATIO – JESSA IS BOUND AND GAGGED AND TIED TO A CHAIR!
SHELLY: Jessa!
She runs for the door.
GHOSTFACE: I wouldn't do that if I were you!
SHELLY: This is a joke. It's gotta be …
GHOSTFACE: You're from Woodsboro. You should know better than anyone not to take a phone call like this lightly. You're the one who rebooted the series after all!
SHELLY: Why are you doing this?
GHOSTFACE: Come on, Shelly. You're not unintelligent. Just like you admitted to Russ – you're the one who inspired Jill Roberts to go on a massacre. And how did that massacre play out? Oh, she got fame, that indeed she did. She proved you wrong after all. Everyone knows her name now. And it's all thanks to you.
Behind Shelly, a group of tweens visiting the museum enters. They see Jessa, tied up outside and Shelly nearly in tears, on a cordless phone.
GHOSTFACE: (quietly) Play along.
RANDOM TWEEN: Wow, they really went all out with the Stab exhibit this year!
The tweens laugh and pass on through the room into the next exhibit. Leaving Shelly once again alone with Jessa struggling against her bindings.
GHOSTFACE: See Shelly, it's all a game! Speaking of which, let's play! You and your knowledge of Woodsboro – not to mention all the newfound horror trivia you heard from Russ – LET'S SEE WHAT YOU'VE LEARNED!
Shelly falls to her knees, staring hard at Jessa. Jessa's mascara is running. She struggles against her bindings.
GHOSTFACE: Who was the good doctor responsible for treating Michael Myers!
SHELLY: I – please …
GHOSTFACE: C'mon Shelly. You know this one. Russ told you all about the good doctor. Him and his speeches – it was like he was Shakespearean.
SHELLY: I don't know, okay! I don't know!
GHOSTFACE: Then maybe this will cut through your memory! He shared a last name with one of the survivors!
SHELLY: (standing up) Loomis! Loomis! Dr. Loomis!
GHOSTFACE: See you know the genre. Better than you think! Now for the real question!
SHELLY: No! Please! Help! Someone!
GHOSTFACE: Too bad everyone here thinks this is all part of the act. Scream louder Shelly! It'll only make your audience more excited! Now – who was the first victim of Jill Roberts' massacre?
SHELLY: I – I uh –
GHOSTFACE: For a former Woodsboro resident, I'd think you'd keep up with our town lore. ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU'RE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE!
Shelly stares at Jessa. They make eye contact. Shelly stands up, trembling.
SHELLY: … Jess Doyle. And her boyfriend Sean.
GHOSTFACE: (mock sympathy) I'm sorry. That's the wrong answer.
SHELLY: Screw you! They were the first two –
GHOSTFACE: Jess and Sean were Jill and Charlie's first targets, but Jill and Charlie never laid a finger on them! It was all Jenny and Craig's handiwork. If memory serves me correctly, Jill herself never harmed anyone.
Beat.
GHOSTFACE: That's where she and I differ! Poor Jessa … now she'll never be able to give you that apology.
The lights GO OUT! Shelly SCREAMS! There's an awful sound of cutting. SQUISH! SPLAT!
THE LIGHTS BLARE ON! JESSA'S STOMACH HAS BEEN COMPLETELY OBLITERATED! Her head lolls lifelessly.
Shelly is losing it. She's hyperventilating, all the old fears returning. She stands up, forcing herself to her feet. She looks on at Jessa's body … a surge of energy runs through her. She tosses the cordless aside, runs back into the prior room.
INT. STAB EXHIBIT – NIGHT
Shelly races through the prior exhibit, the lines of Ghostface mannequins standing still like Terra Kotta soldiers. The strobe lights still flare on. She's on her cell, dialing 9-11.
SHE RUNS SMACK DAB INTO SOMEONE!
It's Russ! He grabs her shoulders.
RUSS: Shelly, where've you been? I've been looking all over for you!
He sees the horror on her face.
RUSS: Shelly?
She's crying, struggling through the tears to explain what's going on. Russ takes her hand.
RUSS: Come on, we'll get you somewhere quiet.
He leads her through the army of Ghostfaces.
Behind them, one of the Ghostfaces COMES ALIVE and bursts out of place from the line of mannequins. Shelly screams. Russ turns – Ghostface SINKS his blade into Russ' stomach. Russ is absolutely shocked. Up to this point, he had been convinced this was all make believe.
Shelly falls backwards onto her back. She crawls away, staring in horror at the carnage happening before her. Ghostface spins Russ around, blood running from his mouth and chest.
RUSS: … run!
He collapses in a pool of blood. Ghostface kneels down, yanks his knife out of Russ' back. His masked head darts up – sees Shelly. He darts to his feet, racing right for her.
Shelly staggers to her feet, crying hysterically. She passes through the long lines of fake Ghostfaces, the real one right on her tail. He reaches her, raises his knife, STRIKING into her back. She cries out as he yanks his blade free. She sees a neon-lit arrow. Tears streaming, she limps for the arrow, turning through a side door.
INT. HALLOWEEN EXHIBIT – NIGHT
Shelly is in what appears to be a basement. Lines upon lines of bed sheets and laundry surround her. Little does she know she's in a replica set from the laundry room scene of Halloween 5. A recording plays the Halloween soundtrack – The Shape Stalks Laurie (Youtube watch?v=yTK0ih6cEC4).
She walks slowly, passing through the sheets – SOMETHING JUMPS OUT AT HER! She screams – an actor in a Michael Myers mask. She pushes past him, sheets hitting her from all sides. She becomes crumpled in one, it twists around her body. She struggles to free herself – between two other sheets she sees the GHOSTFACE mask -it vanishes into the darkness.
SHELLY: Somebody please help me! This isn't a joke! THERE'S A REAL KILLER!
She frees herself. She turns down the maze of sheets – ANOTHER MICHAEL JUMPS OUT AT HER! She's beyond hysterical now, babbling incoherently, screaming nonstop. She's become like a child. Behind the Michael actor, the Ghostface mask reappears, before disappearing behind another sheet.
Shelly backs away, Michaels are everywhere – and everywhere she looks the Ghostface mask appears between sheets. She finds herself caught in more – she RIPS the sheet from the laundry line, sees another neon arrow. She races for it.
GHOSTFACE SLAMS INTO HER FROM THE SIDE, SLICING DOWN HER HIP! She screams, lands on her back. He stands over her. She lashes out with her foot, kicking him square in the gut. He goes flying into a sheet.
Two Michael actors stand there confused.
MICHAEL #1: Hey dude, you're in the wrong exhibit.
MICHAEL #2: Damn new guys.
Ghostface SPRINGS to his feet, racing past the two confused Michaels.
Shelly staggers through a door, into a main exhibit.
INT. HALLOWEEN EXHIBIT – NIGHT
She's back into the old Halloween exhibit where David and Jessa pranked her. The Dr. Loomis tape is still recording, but this time the room is filled with tweens and other museum patrons. They look up in faint amusement as Shelly bursts into the room, covered in blood.
SHELLY: Somebody please help me! There's a killer on the loose!
The museum patrons gawk at her.
TWEEN: Look! The blood looks so real! Great special effects!
RANDOM MAN: Great actress! Did anyone ever tell you you could be in movies?
SHELLY: (hands out, pleading) What's wrong with you people?! He's here, he's killed my friends! Please help me!
She reaches out, imploringly. She's losing blood – fast. The room appears to be spinning, the museum patrons' faces appear to blend together.
Behind her, Ghostface appears. The audience is cheering, applauding, egging him on, thinking it's all a show and that Shelly is an actress. The killer comes up behind Shelly and SINKS his blade into her back. The room spins faster. The patrons and tweens are going nuts.
Ghostface yanks his blade free, looks left and right, then vanishes through a door. Shelly falls to her knees, staring up, unable to believe not one person will come to her aide. She lets out a scream – one that even the patrons can't mistake as being fake. She collapses to the floor, the light leaving her eyes, blood pooling around her head.
We zoom in on her eye, the patrons reflected in it.
We linger there, on her eye, for a few moments.
A knife CUTS THROUGH the screen, revealing the title card:
SCREAMMAKE 5
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