INT. RAYNE RESIDENCE- BEDROOM
Logan lays in the bed, still cuffed to the headboard. A blanket covers his lower body. Breanna is cuddled up against him, her head resting on his chest. Her bra and panties are back on. Her fingers trace the line of hair running down Logan's chest and stomach.
Logan tries to move his arms, forgetting the handcuffs are there for a moment.
LOGAN
Hey babe, can you take these off of me now? Please?
Breanna looks up at the cuffs, having forgotten them as well.
BREANNA
Sure.
The girl climbs out of bed, making her way over to the pile of clothes laying in the corner of the room. She begins to rustle through them. After rummaging through the pile of clothes for several minutes, a look of panic settles over her face. The girl climbs to her feet, sighing.
Logan notices Breanna's sigh. A worried look flashes across his face.
LOGAN
Please tell me you have the keys.
Instead of answering, Breanna simply lowers her head, avoiding eye contact.
LOGAN
Bree… you do have the keys to these, don't you…?
Breanna lets out another heavy sigh. Logan tries to yank his hands free, obviously to no avail.
BREANNA
I think I left them in my bag in the car. Where are your keys? I'll go get them.
LOGAN
Ugh… they're in my pants pocket… please hurry. I don't want anyone else to see me chained up like this…
Breanna smirks at Logan. Logan glares back at the girl. Slowly, Breanna puts on her clothes and grabs Logan's car keys from his pants. After doing so, she slowly makes her way across the room. As she places a hand on the door knob, she seems to remember something and turns back to face Logan.
Breanna makes her way over to the nightstand where the radio sits. She turns it on, switching the station over to a heavy metal/rock/alternative station. She also swipes her phone off the stand as well.
BREANNA
Here, I won't leave you in here with no entertainment at all. After all, who knows how long it will take me to get those keys…
LOGAN
What!?
Logan tries once again to yank free from the cuffs to no avail. A look of shock is plastered on his face. He has no choice but to watch as Bree scampers across the room, laughing.
LOGAN
That cabin on the lake trip is as good as over if you leave me like this!
Breanna giggles, disappearing through the ajar door. Logan lets out a loud groan, slumping back against the pillows. He had no idea how long Breanna would leave him there. She liked to play jokes from time to time. But this one wasn't funny… If one of the others walked into the room and saw him handcuffed to the bed, he would never hear the end of it.
He decides he might as well get comfortable. Looking around the room as best he can, he sighs, finding nothing of interest. This was a guest bedroom, so the walls are all kind of bland, decorated only with pictures of flowers and random houses.
After thinking for a moment, he can't help but worry about the last thing he said to Breanna. They had been planning a weekend trip to a lake house in a couple weeks just the two of them. He was only joking about saying it was off, but he couldn't help but wonder if Breanna took him serious. No, surely she wouldn't have. She knew him better than that.
Logan looks up at the ceiling, deciding just to listen to the music.
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INT. HALLWAY
Breanna walks down the dark hallway slowly, as she isn't very familiar with the layout of the house. In her mind, the hallway seems to stretch on and on forever. It almost makes her feel like she's in a horror movie. Almost.
She still has a smirk plastered on her face from leaving Logan cuffed to the bed. The truth was, she had the key to the cuffs all along. She just felt like messing with him a little. After all, he was always playing pranks on her too.
A couple months ago, he had called her late at night after he got off work. She had been fast asleep in bed when the call came through. She answered it, worrying that he had been in a wreck or something on the way home.
When she answered the phone, a raspy voice informed her that Logan was going to die unless she answered a question. At first, she thought it was a joke so she told the caller to prove his murderous intentions.
The caller hung up and had sent her pictures of Logan tied to a chair. He had even used ketchup to make it look like he had a gushing wound on his forehead. In the pictures, someone could be seen standing behind Logan with a knife to his throat. The look on Logan's face was absolute terror.
Breanna had begun to panic when the person called again. She thought Logan was really going to die. After being asked a bunch of questions, the raspy voice had stated that Logan would be dead by dawn, hanging up. A moment later, Logan had called her, laughing.
At the time, she was pissed but after having time to calm down, she decided that she was going to get him back. In fact, she had already played several other pranks on her, as had he.
They had a strange relationship, but she truly loved him, as he loved her. Breanna couldn't help but think about all the funny pranks they had played on each other over their time together.
INT. LIVING ROOM
As she enters the living room, her thoughts are interrupted. The room is dark, the only light coming from the window. Even that light is suffocated by the giant curtains hanging over the window.
On the couch in the corner of the room, she can make out two figures, seemingly lying on top of each other. For a second, her heart races as she imagines a clown or some cray axe murderer sitting on the couch. But, this was real life and things like that didn't happen around here.
Well, at least they hadn't happened in a long, long time. And anyways, the people on the couch had to be Kat and Caleb. Had they fallen asleep on top of each other?
Breanna can't help but to let out a giggle at the sight. They were so drunk they had passed out. It was actually quite a pitiful sight, but she saw humor in it.
It was weird to see Kat passed out at a party. Every party that Breanna had mutually been to with Kat, Kat had never gotten black out drunk. Caleb was a different story. He almost always got drunk and passed out somewhere.
Brandi always had to drag him home afterwards. Breanna always felt bad for Brandi because of it. Thinking of Brandi, Breanna feels a hint of pain in her chest. Brandi didn't deserve to be treated so shitty by Caleb.
The girl couldn't help but wonder where Brandi was at now. She hoped she was ok. Looking at Caleb, she almost feels bad for him, knowing that he will be screwed if Casey gets a hold of him.
After getting over the sight of Kat and Caleb, Breanna stumbles around in the darkness, until she reaches the kitchen.
INT. KITCHEN
All the lights in the kitchen have been turned off as well. Breanna tries to find the light switch to no avail. She lets out a sigh, using the counter as a guide across the room.
Reaching the stove, she turns on the stove light. The tiny light on the stove casts giant shadows across the room.
BREANNA
That's better.
She had come to the kitchen for a reason. When she and Logan had arrived at the party, she put her pack of cigarettes on one of the counters. After looking around at all of the mess piled on the counters, she manages to locate her pack of Marlboro lights. She grabs the box, pulling one out. She picks up her lighter which she had placed right next to the cigarettes, and heads back through the living room.
She never notices the giant puddle of blood next to the island.
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INT. BEDROOM
Logan lets out another very loud sigh. His arms are starting to hurt after being stuck upward for such a long time. The boy had finally accepted that Breanna was going to drag this out for as long as possible. He made a silent vow to never let his girlfriend hand cuff him to a bed again.
He thinks he hears the sound of the front door opening and shutting, but he can't be sure over the sound of the music. Did she really just now go outside? The front door was literally just right down the hall. It shouldn't take that long to get there.
Now he was starting to think that she really did have the key and just wasn't letting him out as a joke. He couldn't be mad at her though. Like she was doing now, he had played several far meaner jokes on her in the past. This was his karma for doing that shit.
But it still sucked ass.
As the song on the radio comes to a close, Logan can hear footsteps in the hallway, coming towards the room. His heart skips a beat. He hopes its' Breanna, bringing him the key to his cuffs. If it was Kat or Caleb and they came into the room, Logan would die.
Suddenly, the door creaks open, creaking loud and ominous. Logan looks in the direction of the door, a look of confusion on his face.
Standing in the doorway is someone dressed as Michael Myers. Too tall to be Breanna or Kat, but too short to be Caleb. Logan continues to stare at the figure standing in the doorway, as he takes a step into the room.
Maybe it was Caleb's dad? He hoped not. That wouldn't end well.
LOGAN
Uhh, hey there. This is kinda awkward. Sorry about this, I'll be out of this predicament and out of your house in just a second, sir…
Michael continues making his way across the room, the black holes of the mask staring almost seemingly into Logan's soul.
Logan is getting very uncomfortable. Was Caleb's dad not going to say anything? Why was he just slowly making his way towards the bed? The costume was definitely in poor taste for Caleb's dad, considering he was a cop…
Suddenly, Logan notices the knife in Michael's hand, the stains of blood on it… His heart begins to race. This wasn't Caleb's dad, after all.
Logan yanks at the cuffs, trying to free himself unsuccessfully. A look of fear settles on his face as Michael steps up to the bed.
The Shape stares down at him, Logan staring up at him.
LOGAN
Come on man… I can't even fight back right now… Ha ha…
Michael cocks his head to the side, almost as if he's waiting for Logan to say something else. Logan continues to stare fearfully up into the eyes of the menace. After a second, Michael raises the knife above his head, bringing it down fast.
LOGAN
Blrgh!
The knife comes up bloody. It pauses in the air for a moment before going back down again, and again, and again, coming up bloodier each time.
[ANGLE ON LOGAN'S HAND, CUFFED TO THE HEADBOARD]
With each stab, his hand clenches tighter and tighter, turning white. After several stabs, the fist comes unclenched, going lifeless.
[ANGLE ON MICHAEL]
Michael stares down at his latest handy work.
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EXT. RAYNE RESIDENCE- FRONT YARD
Breanna stands in the driveway, smoking a cigarette. She knew they were bad for her, she had heard it a million times from her parents and from Logan. But she just couldn't help it. Sometimes she just felt like she needed one.
Mentally, she vowed that one day she would put a stop to them, but today was not the day.
After exhaling a large puff of smoke, Breanna tosses the cigarette to the ground, snuffing it out. The girl looks up and down the street, noticing for the first time that it's completely deserted. Trick or treat had to be over by now.
Pulling her phone out, she checks the time. Twenty-five after ten. It seemed like the party had only just begun five minutes ago. Now it was almost midnight. Halloween was almost over until next year.
The girl lets out a heavy sigh, shivering in the night air. Hugging her arms around herself, she heads back into the house.
INT. LIVING ROOM
As she shuts the front door, her phone begins ringing. The girl sighs after checking the caller ID.
BREANNA
Hello?
CASEY (v.o.)
Hey! Thank God someone finally picked up their phone…
BREANNA
Is everything okay?
CASEY (v.o.)
I'm the one whose worried about you all! No one has answered me all night! Tommy said he saw someone standing outside the house that looked like Michael Myers.
BREANNA
We're fine, Casey. Tommy probably just saw Logan. He dressed up like Michael as a joke.
Michael appears from the hallway, staring at Breanna. The girl has her back to him, so she doesn't have any idea of the threat in the room with her.
CASEY (v.o.)
I'm sorry, I just got really worried. I told you about all the weird things I've seen today.
BREANNA
Well, don't worry. Everything is fine. I promise.
Michael stalks silently across the room. Breanna is still unaware of him.
BREANNA
So, anyway, are you still coming over after the Bradys' come back home?
CASEY (v.o.)
It's not like you're leaving me with much of a choice, is there? But, anyway, yes, I guess. I have to kick Caleb's ass for Brandi.
Michael is now standing right behind Breanna. He has the bloody butcher knife poised to strike…
BREANNA
Agreed. He's currently passed out on the couch. So fucking drunk it's pat- AGH!
Michael has stabbed Breanna in the mid-section of her back. The knife sinks in deep. Breanna drops the phone to the floor, gasping in pain. Slowly, Michael lifts her off of the ground, just by lifting the hilt of the blade.
Breanna tries to call out for help, but all that comes out are strangled shrieks of pain. As her feet hang off the ground, she tries to kick her attacker.
CASEY (v.o.)
Breanna!? What's going on!?
Michael continues to lift Breanna higher and higher in the air, until his arm is fully extended. Breanna lets out one last whimper before going limp. Her arms fall to her sides, her head slumps forward, and her feet point towards the floor, swaying slightly.
The killer yanks the knife out of her back, causing a trail of blood to splatter the white walls. Breanna hits the floor with a loud thud, unmoving.
Her phone, lying on the ground is still actively on call. Casey's voice can still be heard, shouting.
CASEY (v.o.)
Is this some kind of stupid joke? I swear to God if it is, I'm never talking to you guys again!
Myers picks up the phone, holding it to his ear. His heavy breathing can be heard. Casey yells insults in to the phone, hanging up. Michael Myers pulls the phone from his ear, throwing it at the wall and smashing it into a million pieces.
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INT. BRADY RESIDENCE
Casey stares at her phone, wondering what the hell had just happened. Were they playing a joke on her?
Logan was obsessed with the film Scream so he did prank phone calls all the time with that stupid Ghostface shit. He had pissed Breanna off really bad one night with it. But this seemed…different, somehow.
It definitely hadn't been like any of his normal prank calls, where you could hear him giggling like an idiot in the background. Her mind wandered back to what Tommy had supposedly seen earlier that evening. Maybe someone really had been there.
Should she go over and check? Or should she stay here?
Casey is clearly conflicted on what to do. The kids are both in bed, asleep. If she goes, she can make it back in about ten minutes. Surely they wouldn't notice her absence in that short amount of time. She had to make sure her friends were ok.
She could call the police, but she highly doubted that they would take her seriously.
Making up her mind, she grabs the set of keys that Mrs. Brady had left with her, stepping out into the dark fall night, locking the door behind her.
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INT. HADDONFIELD POLICE DEPARTMENT- QUESTIONING ROOM
Dr. Hartley sits at a table, looking very furious with his predicament. On the other side of the table sits a police officer, looking rather amused.
COP
You do know that the Myers' property is owned by the city of Haddonfield now, right?
DR. HARTLEY
Yes, but I already told you. I'm Michael's doctor. I need to catch him as quickly as possible, and it seemed like he was most likely to go to his old home if he came back here.
The cop looks as if he's about to come back with a smart remark of his own, but is interrupted by an officer barging into the room.
COP #2
His story checks out, sir. It's all true. Myers really did escape. Two teens in the town over were murdered last night. And Norma Brackett has reported her son, Jake Brackett as missing.
DR. HARLTEY
See!? I told you this was a waste of precious time! If anyone else dies, their blood will be on your hands!
COP #1
Okay fine, we'll let you go, but we're going with you. We can't just have you running around this town like a mad man, scaring people left and right.
DR. HARTLEY
Come on then!
Dr. Hartley is already shoving past the cop standing in the doorway. The two cops share a look with each other before following the crazed doctor out of the building.
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EXT. RAYNE RESIDENCE- FRONT YARD
Casey steps off of the sidewalk, into the grass. She looks up at the large, dark house. Not a single light is on inside. A chill runs down her spine. She sighs, wrapping her arms around her chest. Slowly, she makes her way up to the front door of the house.
She's about to turn the door knob, but as soon as she puts her hand on it, the door flows backwards, creaking loudly on its hinges. Casey thinks this is weird. She stands in the doorway, peering into the dark house. Her heart is racing. The girl doesn't want to go inside.
All she can imagine is Logan or Caleb jumping out at her from some dark corner of the house, trying to scare her. She could only hope that was the case. After all, she was here to make sure they were safe. So that would be good if they jumped out at her. But a sense of dread plagues Casey as she takes a step into the dark house…