The Haddonfield Waltz
Chapter 2: Secrets Near and Far
Authors note: Hello readers, been a while huh? I apologize for this severely since I have got a million other projects on here and some of them get ideas more than others. Since it is all hallows month I will try to update and possibly finish this one before the 31st. Enjoy and remember "Everyone is entitled to one good scare"-Steve
Cody Carpenter sat in front of the desk of his father's agent; he was not sure how to feel. It was almost like a scene out of the 1980's, a man shooting his father and sitting down to read a book. He wondered if Julian Lennon felt the same way he did now when Mark David Chapman pulled a similar stunt on his dad.
"Your father was a dear friend, I am sorry for your loss." Frank said.
"It's a bigger loss for the genre," Cody said, "He was so happy that 'The Ward' was coming around to being finished."
"Yes, his comeback to the big screen. Did it ever find a distributer here in The States?" Frank said.
"Not yet," He said looking around at the posters in the office, "They asked him to appear in the new 'The Thing" but he was too busy. Personally Hollywood is pissing me off."
"I'll say," Frank said taking a leisurely walk over to his liquor cabinet, "That cocksucker Michael Bay fucked everyone up. Now all they want is new blood cutting the old stuff up to bits. The last really innovative film I saw was that one with the crazy German doctor sewing tourists together, that shit was fucked up." He poured himself a single malt scotch and sat back down behind the desk.
"Your father had some last wishes he wanted me to take care of." Frank said.
"Last wishes?" the younger Carpenter said.
"Your father has kept journals of his time in the genre, from Halloween in 78 to now. He asked me to give them to you." He said
"Why now?" Cody said
"He thinks you may learn something from this." Frank said
"What will I learn?" He said
"Your father told me that the movies, the Halloween series were real, that the films mimicked actual events in the town of Haddonfield Illinois whenever they were being filmed. Now I see this as complete and utter bullshit but hey, what ya gonna do." Frank said.
"I have never known my father to be delusional, I mean after "Season of the Witch" he just said fuck it and let Moustapha Akkad deal with it, why would he be so concerned with the rest of the series?" Cody said.
"Not sure kid, read em for me and see." Frank said and handed him a cardboard box filled with spiral bound notebooks. Cody picked it up and turned towards the door. He wanted to tell Frank something but the agent was on the phone talking loudly to some horror mag's editor. He sighed and walked out.
Northern California
"Now Mom, I know this is going to be an adjustment but the doctor said you were just fine so I have faith." John said as he helped his mother into the house. John Strode made his living as a horror novelist, mostly writing extreme tales that involved mad killers and sexual sadists. He cited Edward Lee as an influence, and a friend. He had just gone bar hopping with Ed and Jeff Burk, the editor of Deadite Press last week in Vegas where they discussed the future of horror. Jeff was mad about "A Serbian Film" a film from Eastern Europe that supposedly was so sick and twisted it had been either banned or edited all to shit. John was anticipating the sequel to "The Human Centipede" himself; they all hated what Michael Bay was doing to horror.
"John I know what happened in 98 seems like fantasy, but…" Laurie started to say John stopped her.
"Mom, I know what I saw and what the courts said what happened. That's all I give a damn about. 1998 was out of my mind when I graduated from UCLA and got a publishing deal."
"You think he's still out there?" Laurie said.
"I don't think he ever existed to begin with, mom, to tell you the truth." He said.
"I know what happened in 78, many people do." Laurie said.
"Mom, I thought you were over this shit?" He said.
"Sorry, Dr. Sparks says when I have too much caffeine I go a little buggy." She said.
"No more Starbucks runs for you okay." He said, his mother smiled and sat down in the living room. She clicked on the TV where the evening news was on. It wasn't news she wanted to hear
"Tragic news out of Illinois today as legendary horror filmmaker John Carpenter was shot outside a hotel," The reporter said, "The director was there to attend the Fangoria Weekend of Horrors Convention, when he was approached by a deranged fan and shot. Carpenter was most well-known for 1978's 'Halloween' which recently got some internet buzz when a young man from Illinois claimed the film's events were real. Carpenter was 63" Laurie sat there slack jawed.
"They're going after us now." She whispered.
"Mom? You okay?" John said.
"Yes dear, just fine, do you know where my anti-anxiety meds are, I think I need some."
Haddonfield- 2 days before Halloween
"Boring, this town is fucking boring." Black Star said walking down the street with the others.
"It's Middle America, what do you expect." Soul said.
"I'd expect some fucking destruction." He said.
"If you two would be serious for a moment," Maka said, "We need to find the rest home where Michael's doctor is."
"Why do we need that old fart, The Great Black Star could kill this kishen with his awesome god powers" Black star said flexing his arm.
"Knock it off Black Star." Tsubaki said and nudged him hard in the ribs.
"I don't like these bushes, they're not symmetrical. It makes me sick." Kid said.
"This whole damn mission gives me the creeps." Liz said. Maka turned and looked at the group.
"We have a mission, and we are not leaving until we finish," She held up a book on the history of slasher films, "Don't make me use this." The gang walked in silence until they made their way into downtown. There they saw the sign for Shady Acres. The home was a nondescript brick building with metal pillars painted with rust proof green paint, and an automatic sliding door. Maka walked up to the door, and felt the rush of warm air and antiseptic hit her nostrils, the others were slowly walking behind her, the distance between them was growing.
"You guys gonna stand there or come in?" Maka said.
"Better do as she says," Soul said, "We may pay for it in the end." The group closed the gap and walked to the front desk. A plump woman in white scrubs looked at her.
"Can I help you?" She said in a nasally snide tone.
"We're here to see Sam Loomis." Maka said.
"Reason for visit?" The nurse said.
"We're here to kill a former patent of his" Maka said.
"Ha Ha very funny young lady, get the hell out of here before I call security." She said.
"You'll do no such thing," A voice shouted from the day room, a round old man with a wispy ring of white hair slowly made his way to them, "You're here aren't you, you're the ones that will finally kill him." He said.
"Goddamn it Sam, did you not take your damn meds again! Dr. Challis is going to kill you if you don't take them." The nurse said.
"I don't need any damn med's" Loomis said, "You, you come with me, we have much to talk about." Sam said, the group followed the old man to his room, the plaque on the door said "Sam Loomis"
From the Journal of John Carpenter
September 27 1988
Moustapha called me, apparently I am not alone in my visions. Some guy named McElroy who wrote the 4th entry of my series is claiming that the events of his film are going to happen. I know they will, they will always happen until the evil is contained. I asked Moustapha if he regretted what he did in 1963, working with that woman, Gorgon I think her last name was, to make what would become the beginning of a tandem nightmare. He said he did, but he needed the money, always the money. I asked him how long he intends to keep this game up, he didn't give me a clear answer. October 21st is when the new one comes out. They'll say fiction, I know otherwise.