Dorm Party Massacre 666

A Film by Hunter Johnson

CHARACTERS:

Stan
New Transfer Student to Columbia College, trying to figure out the ropes. Film major, obsessed with horror movies. Roomate to Chris, overall nice guy. Timid about partying, however confident in himself. Cute guy, easily makes friends.

Chris
Film major at Columbia College. Huge party guy, already has good reputation amongst floormates. Roomate to Stan, becomes good friends with him. Nicknamed Chris the Kid, because he is very childish. Working on very important film project.

Jenny
Chris’ girlfriend, although is kind of loose/flirty.

Sarah:
A cool girl that lives down the hall from Stan and Chris. Believes in witchcraft. Has a thing for Stan, however had a fallout with Chris which causes awkwardness.

Josh
Doesn’t live in the dorms, but is good friends with Chris, and eventually Stan. Nice guy, sarcastic, funny.

Cameron
RA of the 6th floor. Sort of an outcast, doesn’t really fit in at all, and hates Chris and his friends.

Zack
Other RA of the floor, much cooler than Seth.

Seth
Semi-Gothic looking guy, mysterious. A social outcast.

Jeff
Good friend of Chris and Josh, parties with them.

Dillon
Good friend of Chris and Josh, parties with them.

Christina
Good friend of Chris and Josh, parties with them.

Mom and Dad
Stan’s parents.

Jenkins and Bloodlust
Seth’s little minion friends. No speaking part, only there for show.

Security Guard:
A security guard


DORM PARTY MASSACRE 666

PROLOGUE:

Newscaster:
We have word today that police have discovered what has appeared to be a massacre at the Columbia College University Center dorm appartments today. Police have found 7 bodies brutally murdered inside of one of the dorm rooms. Police have failed to release names of the victims, however we have been told that there are no suspects in custody as of yet. The campus is in awe of the murders, which ironically have happened on the anniversary of the local “Mr. Night” murders that supposedly happened on the Columbia campus 100 years ago today. Whether or not there is a connection between those murders and these is unclear at the moment. However, we at Channel 4 do ask for your thoughts and prayers for the victims of this crime, which locals are already calling, the Dorm Pary Massacre, 666.

OPENING CREDITS ROLE

...Two Days Earlier...

SCENE ONE: INTRODUCTION OF STAN
(Scene opens with Stan unloading his car with his two parents. Taking out various things as dialouge ensues...)

Dad:
(pulls out a duffel bag from the car) Well that about does it I think.

Mom:
Looks like.

Dad:
You sure you didn’t forget anything, Stan?

Stan:
Yeah, I’m sure dad.

Mom:
Oh, this is so exciting! You get to live in the middle of the big city, aren’t you so excited Stan?

Stan:
(unenthusiastic) Thrilled Mom, just thrilled.

Dad:
Well, let’s haul all this stuff in, eh? What floor are you on Stan?

Stan:
(pulls out a key card) Uhh...6. Room 606-A.

Dad:
Well, to room 606-A we shall go.

(The family hauls all of the stuff in, walks to the front desk)

Security Officer:
Hi, can I help you?

Stan:
Yeah, hi I’m Stanley Carson, just wondering if it’d be alright if I brought my parent’s in for a few minutes to help me move in?

Security Officer:
All guest’s must sign in at the front desk, dorm policy.

Dad:
Well, it’ll only take a minute, sir=

Security Officer:
All guest’s must sign in at the front desk, dorm policy.

Dad:
Well alright then...we’ll just be over at the desk...signing in. Dorm policy.

(Family walks over the the sign in desk, a few moments later they walk back)

Mom:
I wonder why the security is so tight?

Dad:
Probably trying to keep the bums out I guess...

Mom:
Yeah, I guess.

(They walk onto the elevator)

Dad:
6th floor, right?

Stan:
Yeah, 606-A

Dad:
(hits the 6th floor button) Well, to the 6th floor we go.

(Elevator door opens, family walks to the room)

Dad:
Well, this is it, 606-A.

(Stan swipes in ID card and door opens. In the room we see everything set up as if two people already lived in there. Stan looks out at the door number, then back in the room.)

Mom:
Honey, are you sure this is it?

Stan:
Yeah, this is 606-A. Well where the hell am I supposed to sleep?

Mom:
Stanley, language.

Dad:
Well, maybe the people downstairs got you’re room wrong?

(Suddenly there’s another swipe at the door where Chris enters)

Chris:
Whoah, what the hell?

Stan:
Uhh...are you Chris?

Chris:
Yeah, why are you guys in my room?

Stan:
Uhh, I’m Stan, I’m supposed to be your roomate, I think.

Chris:
(thinks for a moment) Oh Stan! Hey nice to meet you man. (extends arm for handshake)

Stan:
So, I am supposed to be here, right?

Chris:
Oh yeah, for sure man, I thought you weren’t moving in till next week?

Stan:
Yeah, well we came early. Who’s stuff is all of this?

Chris:
Oh, yeah, sorry about all that. It’s my buddy Josh’s stuff, he’s been crashing here for the past couple of nights. I’ll take care of it. (starts to take the sheets off of the second bed)

Stan:
Hey, it’s cool man, we got time. Uhh, these are my parents.

Dad:
Hi Chris, it’s nice to meet you.

Chris:
Oh, hi there Mr., uhh...

Dad:
Carson. Ted Carson.

Mom:
Hi, nice to meet you Chris.

Chris:
You too Mrs. Carson.

Dad:
So, what are you majoring in Chris?

Chris:
Oh, I’m a film major. Cinematography actually. Pretty much dooming myself to be poor for the rest of my life.

Dad:
Ha, yeah right. Well you better not be for a 30 thousand dollar a year school.

Chris:
Ha, right.

Mom:
Well Stanley, are you sure you didn’t forget anything?

Stan:
No, I think I’m OK.

Dad:
Alright, well we won’t keep you guys. You take care of my son, alright Chris?

Chris:
Trust me Mr. Carson, he’s in good hands.

Dad:
Alright, well Stan, why don’t you walk your mother and I to the elevator. It was nice meeting you Chris.

Mom:
Bye Chris, have fun.

(Dad, Mom and Stan walk out of the dorm towards the elevator)

Dad:
Well he seems like a pretty nice guy.

Stan:
Yeah, he looks alright.

Dad:
Well dear, why don’t you give me a minute to have a Man to Man talk with Stan.

Mom:
Sure, goodbye Stan, we’ll see you next summer. (gives Stan a hug)

Stan:
Bye Mom.

(Mom leaves to go to the elevator)

Dad:
Well son, I don’t think I even have to say anything, right?

Stan:
Dad, don’t worry, everything will be fine.

Dad:
Because if you get caught partying or drinking or smoking pot, well-well, it won’t happen, so what am I even saying?

Stan:
Right, Dad.

Dad:
Listen son, I know it’s been a rough year, but I know that you’ll do great here, as long as you don’t pick up on your old habits.

Stan:
I know Dad.

Dad:
Alright. Well I love you son, have a great Semester.

Stan:
Bye Dad.

(Dad joins Mom at the elevator, and Stan waves goodbye one last time, and then heads back to his room. He stops before he opens his door and takes a sniff, noticing something, shrugs it off, and opens the door.)

(In the door we see Chris, holding a bong taking a hit of marijuana)

Stan:
What the hell are you doing, man?

Chris:
Oh shit, dude I’m sorry. That’s totally uncool of me, I’m really sorry about that man.

Stan:
No, it’s cool dude, don’t-

Chris:
I mean, here you are, my new roomate, and I didn’t save you the green hit. Don’t worry though, I’ve got like, half a pound of the dank shit under my bed, you get next bowl.

Stan:
No, I didn’t mean-

Chris:
Your parents left right?

Stan:
Yeah.

Chris:
Ok, cool. (takes a hit)

Stan:
Hey; listen, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot here, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be smoking a bong in the dorms.

Chris:
No dude, it’s chill don’t worry about it.

Stan:
Well, I don’t smoke, I mean, well I don’t smoke anymore, so would you at least mind doing it in the bathroom?

Chris:
(awkwardly offended) Well, yeah, for sure man. (walks into the bathroom)

(Stan starts to empty his bags, taking his sheets out first. He notices a pile of dirty clothes on his bed, and a pizza crust. He shudders and throws it aside, and starts to lay out his sheets. Suddenly the dorm room door opens up and Josh walks in.)

Josh:
(loudly) Hey Chris, you in the shitter? I can smell that dank from out here.

(Josh walks right past Stan without even noticing him, and goes to a dresser drawer where he pulls out a beer. He slams the beer in a few gulps, throws the can, and throws it towards the trash, but misses. He then turns and notices Stan. They look awkwardly at each other)

Josh:
Hey Chris? There’s some guy in your room.

Chris VO (voice over):
That’s Stan.

Josh:
Who’s Stan?

Chris VO:
My roomate.

Josh:
You have a roomate?

Chris VO:
Yeah, he just moved in today.

Josh:
Oh, cool man.

Stan:
(stands up to try to make the most of an awkward situation) Hi, I’m Stan.

Josh:
Stan, nice to meet you, I’m Chris’s friend Josh.

(The bathroom door opens as smoke pours out)

Chris:
God damn motha fucka I’m fuckin’ blazed!

Josh:
Yo man, let me hit that shit dude.

Chris:
Sorry bro, all outta gange.

Josh:
Dude, that’s so weak.

Chris:
Hey, you snooze, you loose.

(a moment passes until Josh notices his bed)

Josh:
Dude, Chris, what did you do to my bed, man?

Chris:
It’s not your bed anymore bro, it’s Stan’s.

Josh:
Man, well you could’ve at least folded up the sheets. (begin’s folding up his sheets.)

Chris:
Stan, this is my buddy Josh. He lives here just as much as I do.

Stan:
Yeah, we’ve met.

Chris:
Stan, there’s something I have to tell you about this place bro. This is the 6th floor, and Josh and I are the party kings of this floor-

Josh:
(still focusing on sheets) God you jerk, now they’re all wrinkled...

Chris:
Well, either way Stan, I hope you brought a big appetite with you today, because tonight is a very special night on the 6th floor.

Stan:
Well, I actually already ate before I got here...

Chris:
Stan, food isn’t tonights course. After all, it’s thirsty thursday...

Stan:
Thirsty thursday?

Josh:
Basically tonight’s the night to get hammered...

Stan:
Well, actually I don’t drink anymore.

(Chris and Josh chuckle...then realize he’s serious.)

Chris:
Wait, what?

Stan:
Well, I drink, but I don’t get drunk anymore, well, I do, but I can’t.

Chris:
Oh...well then...hmm...that really puts a damper on things then doesn’t it? Well, I mean, thirsty thursday always happens in our room, but I suppose if you don’t drink, then maybe we could do it in Jeff’s room, unless, well, he’s usually with his girlfriend...but, well let me see-

Stan:
Listen dude, it’s fine if you want to party here.

Chris:
Oh Stan, were gonna get along just fine...just fine.

(door knocks)

Chris:
Oh, that’s gotta be Jenny

(Chris opens the door, Jenny enters)

Jenny:
Hey babe! (gives Chris a huge kiss)

Josh:
Jesus Christ (frusterated)

Chris:
Gosh Doll, you expect me to let you go out dressed like that?

Jenny:
Oh, give me a break Chris, it’s thirsty thursday. Hey, who’s this cutie pie?

Chris:
Oh, this is Stan, he’s my new roomate.

Jenny:
Oh, nice to meet you Stan. I’m Jenny, I’m Chris’s love goddess.

Josh:
My God...

Chris:
Mmmm...babe, I love when you say that.

Jenny:
Ooh...it smells good in here. (cutely) Chrissy baby, would you mind packing me one of those nice little bowls?

Chris:
Anything for my sugar plum...

(Josh gives dirty look to Chris)

Jenny:
Thanks babe.

Josh:
(obviously annoyed) Ok, hey, sex freaks. I hate to break up the make-out session, but it’s 4 o’clock, and we still got no booze. So if we can all just pull our pants up, maybe we should make a few calls.

Chris:
(instantly forgets about Jenny, kind of just drops her) Right, first priority, booze. Ok, could we call up Mark?

Josh:
He went home this week.

Chris:
Shit, how about Tom?

Josh:
Dude, you remember last time we called him? He ripped us off 20 bucks.

Chris:
Yeah, well I don’t know anybody else with a fake man, what else do you want to do?

Josh:
Man, I don’t know.

Chris:
Ted?

Josh:
No, he got busted, remember?

Chris:
Shit, you’re right. Well who else has a fake?

Stan:
Hey guys...I got a fake.

(Chris, Josh and Jenny all look at Stan)

Chris:
Stanley, god bless your heart. Well, off to the booze store we go!

Jenny:
Cute and prepared...I like you Stan.

(they all get up and walk out, and enter the hallway)

Josh:
Hey, let me see that thing man.

(Stan pulls out ID and hands it to Josh)

Josh:
Edward Smeggle. 1234 Main Street. Wow, that’s original.

Stan:
Well it works in my home town, it should work here.

Josh:
Let’s hope so. (hands the ID back to Stan)

(suddenly Stan bumps into Seth, with two of his friends, dropping the ID)

Seth:
Watch it fucker!

Stan:
Hey, my bad man. (reaches for the ID, only to have his hand stepped on by Seth)

Seth:
Hey, I don’t think I heard you right.

Stan:
I said sorry dude.

Seth:
Well you better fuckin’ be, cuz if you’re that fuckin’ carless next time, consider yourself dead.

Chris:
Hey, Seth, why don’t you just back off man, it was an accident.

Seth:
What did you just say to me? (steps towards Chris)

Chris:
I said, chill the fuck out dude. What’s your problem?

Seth:
Maybe you are Chris...so you better watch out, or I’ll send the spirits to come and take you away in your sleep...

Chris:
Sorry buddy, I’m an aethiest, but thanks anyways.

Seth:
Heh, well maybe I’ll just fuckin’ kick your ass then.

(suddenly Zack walks by)

Zack:
Hey, everything cool here guys?

Seth:
(whispers) I don’t like you Chris...and when you least expect it, your ass is mine.

Chris:
Sorry Seth, I’m not gay either.

Seth:
(Chuckles) Heh...loser. Bloodlust, Jenkins, were leaving...

(Seth and his possy leave)

Zack:
He given you guys trouble again?

Josh:
Nothin’ we can’t handle.

Stan:
God, who was that guy? What a prick.

Zack:
Don’t worry about him, he’s all talk. My name’s Zack by the way.

Stan:
Oh, hi, I’m Stan. I just moved into 606=A

Zack:
Oh, is that right? Well in that case I’d better let you know that I’m one of your RA’s. So if you ever need something, just swing by 616, and we can help you out.

Stan:
Alright awesome, thanks.

Zack:
Well take it easy guys. (Zack leaves)

Stan:
He seems pretty cool.

Chris:
Yeah, Zack’s awesome, but not Cameron.

Stan:
Who’s that?

Chris:
The other RA. Biggest prick on the planet, he’ll find any reason he can to bust you, I swear to God.

Stan:
That sucks I guess.

Chris:
Yeah for sure, but either way, let’s kick it to the shop.

Josh:
Thank God...

SCENE TWO...THE LIQUOR STORE

(The group is standing outside of the liquor store)

Chris:
Alright Josh, what are we gonna get?

Josh:
Man, I don’t know, probably some beer and vodka?

Chris:
Good call. Jenny, you want anything?

Jenny:
Umm...vodka’s good as long as it’s Smirnoff.

Chris:
Alright cool. Ok Stan, were gonna need some miller and some smirnoff.

Stan:
OK cool, how much do you guys want?

Chris:
I’d say about, well, just take this and buy as much as you can. (hands Stan a wad of cash)

Stan:
Dude, there’s gotta be almost three hundred bucks here.

Chris:
Yeah?

Stan:
Don’t you think that’s a little overkill?

Josh:
Thirsty thursday dude.

Stan:
Alright, I’ll be back in a minute...

(scene cuts, a few minutes later)

Josh:
Dude, his ID isn’t working man.

Chris:
It’ll work.

Jenny:
Chris, he’e been in there for 20 minutes, it can’t be working.

Chris:
Shit, maybe you’re right.

(suddenly Stan comes walking out carrying 3 huge boxes)

Stan:
You guys gonna give me a hand with this stuff?

Josh:
Stan, you are a fucking God.

Stan:
Chill man, just help me haul this stuff out.

(Jenny, Chris and Josh each grab a bunch of stuff and begin to walk)

Stan:
So how the hell do you guys expect to get three hundred dollars worth of booze into the dorms?

Chris:
Security? No problem.

Stan:
What do you mean?

Josh:
Let’s just say, well, we have our ways.

Jenny:
They’re pros Stan, just you wait and see.

(We go the the interior of the UC where we see Josh enter. He walks up to the security desk)

Josh:
Mmmhmm...excuse me?

Security Guard:
Yeah?

Josh:
Hi, sorry, I’m not trying to bother you, but there’s some bum outside pissing all over a car, and I don’t know, it’s kind of freaking some of the kids out, I don’t know if there’s anything you can do about it.

Security Guard:
Not my problem.

Josh:
Yeah, I guess you’re right. I mean, it’s just a damn shame there’s gonna be piss all over that nice Stang out there, but it’s cool I guess.

Security Guard:
My Mustang?! Not again!

(Security guard immediately gets up and runs out the door, where Jenny, Stan, and Chris quickly bring in the boxes. They then all climb into elevator.)

Stan:
Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked.

Jenny:
I told you they were good.

Josh:
Yeah, we’ve been doing that one for weeks now.

Stan:
Doesn’t he ever figure out that there’s no bum?

Chris:
No way man, we piss on his car before we get the booze every morning.

(cut to the security guard standing by his car)

Security Guard:
God damn bastard! Someday I’ll find you!!! DO YOU HEAR ME!!! I’M COMING FOR YOU YOU BUM BASTARD!!! (looks around frantically)

(We then go back to the 6th floor, where the group is getting out of the elevator)

SCENE THREE: INTRODUCTION OF CAMERON

Jenny:
Any sign of Cameron?

Chris:
(peeks his head out of the elevator) No, I think were good.

(they all step out of the elevator with the boxes, when suddenly out of nowhere, Cameron steps out and looks at them)

Cameron:
Well well well, what do we have here?

Josh:
(quietly) Shit...

Chris:
Nothing Cameron, just headin’ back to our room, that’s all.

Cameron:
I see...well it seems like you’ve got a lot of boxes there, what’s in em’?

Chris:
Oh, nothing man, just uhh...

Cameron:
You wouldn’t happen to have anything you shouldn’t in those boxes, would you? Say, hmm...something for, what do you guys call it? Thirsty Thursday?

Josh:
Listen man, we don’t have any booze if that’s what you’re wondering, but if you want, I could make a few calls and get you some?

Cameron:
Cut the shit man, you guys know I’m not allowed to let you bring booze in here, and, if I recall correctly, this will be your third time busted, right Chris? And, what’s that...third time is an, oh what’s the word I’m looking for, EXPULSION!

Jenny:
You know Cameron, just because you’re and RA doesn’t mean you have to be a prick about it.

Cameron:
Watch it girl, or I’ll write you up for insulting a superior officer.

Josh:
What the hell are you talking about? You’re an RA, not an officer.

Cameron:
Oh, and you, Josh right? You don’t even live in the dorms, so can I ask to see your resident guest sticker please?

Josh:
Come on man, what the hell.

Chris:
Yeah, what’s your problem man?

Cameron:
You are Chris...you think you guys are so high and mighty that you can just party every night and get away with it? Well I’ve got news for you...not on my floor. This is an art school, not UW Madison, so I’m gonna ask you kindly to open up those boxes, and show me what’s inside.

Chris:
You’re not allowed to do that man, and you know it.

Cameron:
I’m an RA, I can do whatever I want. Now open up those boxes.

Stan:
Hey, listen man, my name’s Stanley Carson, I’m just moving in today, and these guys are just helping me carry up my stuff. So if you want to search through my laundry, feel free, but if you do, I’m going to tell your supervisor that you just searched my stuff without cause, which you can’t do according to my University Center move in packet that I have right here. (pulls out a pamphlet)

Cameron:
(scuffles) Hmm...Stanley, right? Well listen up, and listen good, because I’m only going to say this once. I’m the law on the sixth floor, and if you ever think you can get away with this party crap like your buddies here, think again. I’m gonna be watching you Stanley...like a hawk...like a hawk that just got lazor eye surgery, you get me?

Stan:
Sure man, nice meeting you by the way.

Cameron:
Wish I could say the same...goodbye ladies. (looks at Jenny) And man.

(Cameron walks away all high and mighty)

Josh:
Holy shit that was close.

Chris:
I gotta hand it to you Stan, that was impressive. God damn man, that was huge.

Jenny:
Does it really say that they can’t search you in that packet?

Stan:
Ha, this thing? How the hell would I know, I didn’t read it.

Chris:
Jesus Stan, it’s going to be a good semester.

SCENE FOUR: THIRSTY THURSDAY

(We are now later in the evening in 606-A. The room is full of people, Josh, Stanley, Chris, Jenny, Sarah, Dillon, Jeff, Christina, and a few others. Lots of drinking, music, room semi-smoky. Everybody seems to be having a good time. We see the door open and Chris brings in Hunter and Emily.)

Chris:
Hunter, Emily! Welcome to thirsty thursday, come on in!

Hunter:
Hey, what’s up bro, thanks!

Emily:
Hey Chris.

Chris:
Emily, looking beautiful, as usual.

Hunter:
Hey man, where are the cups?

Chris:
Next to the fridge, by the beer.

Hunter:
Sweet man, thanks.

(cut over to Josh and Christina)

Josh:
And then I said, hey Seth, you best back your gothic ass off and let us through, before I show you my Jesus fists of fury!


Christina:
(laughing) Josh, you are too cool!

Josh:
Well Christina, what can I say? I just don’t like when people try to mess with my friends, it’s just the kind of guy I am.

(Christina swoons, and starts cuddling with him)

(Cut back to Chris, where Stan is walking towards the door)

Chris:
Stan, where are you going man?

Stan:
I don’t know man, being around all this stuff is, well, it’s a long story. I think I’m going to go on a walk for a little while.

Chris:
Nonsense man, this night’s for you! Attention, can I have everybody’s attention!

Stan:
No, dude, stop man please-

Chris:
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! I’d like to introduce you all to somebody very special to me, without whom this party would not be in existance right now, and I’d probably be on a one way train back to Wisconsin. But anyways, I want you all to give a warm, thirsty thursday welcome, to my new roomate, the coolest, hippest cat in town, Mr. Stanley Carson!

(everybody applauds, cheers)

Chris:
And Stanley, to welcome you to our family, we’d like to offer you this...

(Josh hands Chris a double shot of Vodka)

Stan:
(quietly to Chris) Dude, I can’t drink this.

Chris:
Don’t be silly man, they’re all counting on you. Everybody raise your glass, To Stanley!

Everybody in unison:
TO STANLEY!

(everybody drinks. Stanley shrugs, smiles, and sips his too. Everybody cheers. The party continues with random conversations going on, when suddenly Josh speaks up)

Dillon:
Hey, Chris? Did you tell Stan about the Dorm Party Massacre yet?

Josh:
Shut up man...

Chris:
Yeah man, that’s not cool.

Dillon:
What, he has a right to know.

Stan:
Know what?

Chris:
Oh, nothing man, don’t worry about it.

Jeff:
Come on dude, just tell him.

Stan:
Tell me what?

Josh:
Listen Stan, there’s something you outta’ know about this place.

Jenny:
Oh my God, shut up you guys, don’t listen to them Stanley, they’re drunk.

Josh:
Stan, you may want to sit down for this one.

(Chris turns off the lights, the room becomes silent)

Josh:
Stanley, listen to the words I’m saying, and listen good, because if you don’t it could mean your life...

Emily:
Oh, this is gonna be good.

Josh:
You know I don’t live in the dorms, right?

Stan:
Yeah...

Josh:
Well it’s because of something that happened here, something so terrible, people don’t even say it out loud anymore, for fear that they may have to relive the horror, the terror, the agony...

Hunter:
Jesus Josh, just fucking say it.

Stan:
The horror of what?

Josh:
The horror, of the Dorm Party Massacre in room 666. (lightening strikes)

Jeff:
There is no room 666.

Josh:
I know dude, just shut up a minute. It all started about 100 hundred years ago-

Jeff:
Columbia isn’t that old dude...

Josh:
Jeff, shut up man. Anyways, as I was saying, it all started a long time ago. It was a night, just like tonight in fact, where there were a bunch of kids, who looked just like us, partying in their dorm room. Dorm room 666. (lightening crashes outside) But this party was different, you see? It seemed normal, but no. There was someone at the party, someone evil. They called him Mr. Night.

Jeff:
It was Dr. Dark, dude.

Josh:
Jeff, I swear to God I’m gonna break your jaw if you don’t shut the fuck up. Anyways, it wasn’t Dr. Dark, it was Mr. Night. Anyways, the kids got all shit faced and stuff (takes a swig of a bottle), but little did they know that Mr. Night was with them, watching, waiting for them to fall asleep so he could get them.

Stan:
What do you mean, get them?

Josh:
Well that’s the thing Stan. Nobody knows how he did it, or who he even was. They just called him Mr. Night, because when all of the kids went back to their rooms from the party that night, they began to vanish, one by one, until none of them were left.

Stan:
Well what happened to them?

Josh:
Well, people started getting all freaked out, because these kids started to go missing. They searched every room in the dorm, but they never found anything.

Jeff:
Dude, you forgot about the notes.

Josh:
Jeff, shut up! Wait, yeah you’re right, the notes.

Stan:
What notes?

Jeff:
Well you see Stan, when the kids started vanishing, they never found any clues, except in the bed of ever kid that was gone, they found a little, crumpled piece of paper.

Stan:
What did it say?

Jeff:
I don’t know man, it’s too terrifiying, I don’t know if we should tell you.

Stan:
Dude, just tell me.

Josh:
Are you sure you want to know?

Hunter:
Just tell him man, he wants to know.

Josh:
Well, like he said, they found little sheets of this weird paper, only it turned out it wasn’t paper. It was skin, human skin. And written on it, in blood of course, it said “I am Mr. Night, here to give you a fright. I’m the ruler of your fears, see you in 100 years.” And do you know what guys? They found the last note, exactly 100 years ago tomorrow.

Dillon:
Give me a break man, that’s the biggest pile of bull shit I’ve ever heard.

Josh:
Ha, that’s not even the worst of it. The next day, after the last kid from the party went missing, a janitor heard a strange noise coming from room 666. So, he opened the door, and guess what he saw?

Sarah:
What did he see?

Josh:
All of the bodies of the missing kids, with their limbs severed, and their heads all scattered around the room. Only there was one head still alive, breathing, and whispering...”Mr. Night...Mr. Night...Mr. Night...”

Chris:
(obviously staged) But Josh, however will we keep Mr. Night away if the story is true?

Josh:
Well, Mr. Night has one weakness. And it’s name is Smirnoff! SHOTS ALL AROUND!

(everybody cheers, Stanley gets up and heads to the door. Sarah gets up and follows him)

Sarah:
Hey, Stan right? Where are you going?

Stan:
I don’t know, I think I’m just gonna go on a walk for a little bit.

Sarah:
You mind if I tag along?

Stan:
Feel free.

(Stan and Sarah leave as we go back to Josh and some girls)

Christina:
Wow Josh, was that story really true?

Josh:
I swear on my 12 inch pe-pencil. Ooh, did I just say that, I’m bad! But don’t worry Doll, I’ll protect you.

(girls get all cuddly with him, when we go to the hallway with Sarah and Stan)

Stan:
So, I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.

Sarah:
Oh, it’s Sarah.

Stan:
Sarah, cool. So you’re a student at Columbia?

Sarah:
Yeah.

Stan:
What’s your major?

Sarah:
Theater, acting I guess.

Stan:
Oh, cool me too.

Sarah:
Yeah? What’s your favorite play?

Stan:
Shit, I really don’t know. I guess I really like Woody Allen a lot, but Laramie Project is probably my favorite.

Sarah:
Oh my God, I love that show, it’s probably the most beautiful production ever written. I mean, that monologue when Matthew Shepard dies, and Rulon Stacey has to tell the world he’s gone, it’s like, poetry.

Stan:
Yeah, and it’s all true too, you know? Like, he actually said that.

Sarah:
Yeah, it really shows how beautiful the world can be I guess. Beautiful and tragic at the same time.

Stan:
Yeah, it’s amazing.

Sarah:
I’m actually a fan of Wicked. I think it’s a really good portrayal of how the witch lifestyle can be misunderstood.

Stan:
(a pause) Yeah, that’s a pretty good show I guess.

(a few moments of silence)

Sarah:
So where are you from?

Stan:
Oh, I actually transferred from Cal Art.

Sarah:
Cal Art?! Are you serious, that’s like, one of the best theater school’s in the nation, why would you come here?

Stan:
Well, it’s kinda a long story.

Sarah:
Well I’ve got time.

Stan:
Well, I didn’t want to transfer, I mean, Chicago’s great and all, but I loved Cal Art. I actually kinda, well, flunked out.

Sarah:
You flunked out?

Stan:
Yeah, I mean, kind of. I, well let’s just say I did some stupid shit there and it came up and bit me in the ass. Kinda doomed myself to fail.

Sarah:
Well I’m sorry to hear that.

Stan:
Yeah, it’s not that bad I guess. Columbia’s got a good program.

Sarah:
Yeah, it’s pretty good. So, you met any cool girls here yet?

Stan:
Well, actually I’m gay.

Sarah:
(slightly disappointed) Oh, that’s cool I guess.

Stan:
No, I’m just kidding around.

Sarah:
Oh, well that’s cool too. Yeah, so, what’s your favorite movie?

(we go back into the party, were everybody seems to be having a good time)

Hunter:
Hey, Chris, can I talk to you for a minute?

Chris:
Yeah, what’s up man?

Hunter:
In private.

(the two go into the bathroom)

Chris:
What’s goin’ on dude?

Hunter:
Well, I don’t know, this is probably stupid, but, I think Emily’s cheating on me.

Chris:
What? Why do you think that?

Hunter:
I don’t know, it’s just she’s been acting weird lately, like, she doesn’t laugh at my jokes anymore, and she’s always on her phone, but she never says who she’s talking to or anything, and it’s just weirding me out man.

Chris:
Hunter, how long have you two been dating man?

Hunter:
Like, shit almost a year now.

Chris:
Well, if you really think that she’s sneaking around on you, you gotta just ask her man. She’ll respect that you’re conserned, I mean, you’re probably just over annalyzing things.

Hunter:
Yeah, I guess you’re right. Thanks man.

Chris:
Hey, no problem man. Just don’t worry about it.

(We go back to Stan and Sarah)

Stan:
I mean, I would say that Texas Chainsaw Massacre is the best, but I don’t know, Evil Dead comes in such a close second it’s hard to tell. And not to mention the Nightmare on Elm Street series, like, Christ, Freddy Krueger is my idol, I swear. He’s so fuckin’ cool and-sorry, I’m rambling aren’t I?

Sarah:
No you’re fine, but I can honestly say I’ve never met somebody that loves horror movies that much.

Stan:
Yeah, some people knit, some people collect stamps, and some people like watching helpless big breasted women get slaughtered in hilarious ways, what can I say?

Sarah:
Ha, yeah I guess.

Stan:
Well listen, we should probably kick it back up there, I don’t want Chris to get mad that I’m missing thirsty thursday or anything.

Sarah:
Yeah, you don’t want that. Well listen, I don’t know, umm...would you wanna like, maybe go get some coffee with me or something sometime?

Stan:
I don’t drink coffee.

Sarah:
Oh, well, we don’t have to get coffee, I mean, like, go on a date?

Stan:
Oh, oh my God yeah, sorry. I’m a little slow I guess, I mean, what am I saying, Yes. I would love to go on a date with you.

Sarah:
Okay cool, can’t wait. Well listen, as much as I would love to come up there and drink more, I’m tired, so I think I’m gonna go crash. But have fun OK? Don’t let Chris or them make you drink too much.

Stan:
Yeah, no worries.

Sarah:
Alright, goodnight Stan.

Stan:
Goodnight, I’ll call you tomorrow.

Sarah:
Yeah, cool. Here’s my number. (hands him a piece of paper) Bye Stan.

(Sarah leaves as Stan turns to walk into the elevator, bumping into Seth as he is walking out. Seth is holding some foor or something, and it spills all over him.)

Seth:
What the fuck! You again?

Stan:
Whoah, Seth, I’m sorry man that was totally my fault-

Seth:
You fucking prick, you got shit all over me.

Stan:
It was an accident dude, here, I’ll help you clean it up.

Seth:
I don’t want your fucking help, I want to fucking beat the shit out of you. (Grabs Stan) Not so tough without your friends here to save you, are you?

(Stan pushes Seth back)

Seth:
Ha...you stupid shit. You’re lucky that security is right over there, because otherwise your ass would be on the ground right now.

Stan:
Listen man, I said it was an accident.

Seth:
Ha...Stan, you’re so dead, and you don’t even know it. You and all of your friends, because tonight, I’m sending the devil to come and take all of your souls. Sweet dreams Stan, they may be your last. (laughs and walks away)

(We go back up to the party. Everyone is much drunker, louder. The door knocks and Jenny answers)

Jenny:
Oh, hey Stan where’d you go?

Stan:
Oh, went out on a walk for a few minutes. Jesus Christ, is everybody hammered?

Jenny:
(obviously drunk) NO!!! Why ever would gou yet that idea?

Stan:
Ha, yeah I guess you’re right.

Jenny:
Stan, come with me for a second. (Jenny grabs him and pulls him into the hallway) Stan, I cute you’re really think. I mean, I think you’re really cute. Do you think I’m really cute?

Stan:
Well, I don’t know, yeah I guess.

Jenny:
Good. Then lets kiss. (she goes in for a kiss, where Stan backs away)

Stan:
Hey, Jenny, wait a minute Ok?

Jenny:
What’s up Stan?

Stan:
Jenny, you don’t want to kiss me. You have a boyfriend, remember?

Jenny:
I do?

Stan:
Yeah, Chris, my roomate.

Jenny:
Chris is my roomate?

Stan:
No, Chris is your boyfriend.

Jenny:
He is?

Stan:
Yes Jenny, he is.

Jenny:
(with a huge enthusiastic grin) Chris is my boyfriend! I think he’s really cute.

Stan:
Yeah, sure he’s really cute. But either way, you should go back in there and give him a big kiss, and not kiss anyone else, do you understand?

Jenny:
Chris has a penis!

Stan:
(chuckles) Yes, I’m sure he does. Why don’t you go talk to Chris about it?

Jenny:
Stan, that’s a good idea. I like you Stan. I think you’re really cute. (tries to kiss him again)

Stan:
Ok, time to get you inside. (opens the door and they both walk into the room. Jenny immediately walks up to Chris and sits on his lap)

Jenny:
Chris, you have a penis!

Chris:
Why yes Jenny, you’re right. How much did you drink tonight?

Jenny:
Only this much. (makes a small motion with her fingers)

Chris:
Well Jenny, maybe you should lay down for a few minutes.

Jenny:
But I’m not sleepy, I need more booze! WOOH!

Chris:
But didn’t you hear Jenny? Laying down gets you drunker. Trust me babe, you should just lay down.

Jenny:
I love you Chris.

Chris:
Yeah, you too Doll. Now just lay down.

Josh:
Damn dude, looks like someone’s not getting any tonight.

Chris:
Hey Josh, what’s your girlfriends name again?

Josh:
Fuck you man.

(all of the sudden the door knocks. The room instantly becomes silent as Chris walks to the door)

Chris:
Shit, it’s Cameron. Hide the shit, quick!

(everybody grabs bottles, cups, etc. and throws them in random hiding spots. Chris opens the door)

Chris:
Hey there Cameron, what’s goin’ on man?

Cameron:
Cut the crap Chris, I know what you’re doing in here.

Chris:
What are you talking about bro?

Cameron:
Give me a fucking break man, I can smell that booze from down the hall. Now where is it?

Josh:
Listen Cameron, there’s nothing going on here dude. Do we look like a bunch of kids that would be drinking our brain cells away on a thirs-thursday night when we could be doing something productive with ouselves?

Cameron:
Listen up Josh, you don’t live in the dorms, so I can’t write you up, but that means that I can feel free to kick your ass anytime I want to, you dig? Now where’s the booze?

Stan:
Cameron, were not lying to you man, there’s no booze in here.

Cameron:
I don’t like you new-kid. Not one bit, and don’t think you’re gonna talk your way out of this one. Where the hell is the booze?

Jenny:
(sits up in the bed) I love booze!

Hunter:
Cameron, what you’re witnessing is just a thursday night study session, nothing else.

Cameron:
Come on guys, I’ll tell you what. I won’t even write you up for the booze, just show it to me, maybe let me have a shot or two, and we can just forget about this whole thing.

Dillon:
You expect us to buy that Cameron? Come on, give us a break.

Cameron:
No, seriously guys, just let me have some, then we can just keep on partying and no one gets busted. I give you my word.

Josh:
You know what guys, maybe he’s right. Lets just let him have some of our drinks, and then we can all be chill, right Cameron?

Cameron:
Right on bro.

Josh:
Well then, here you go buddy. (Josh slowly hands him an unmarked cup.)

Cameron:
See, I knew we could all be friends. (Takes a sip of the drink, and immediately spits it out) What the fuck is this?

Josh:
Oh, shit my bad dude, that’s not booze. That’s my snuff cup. Sorry man, that was totally my bad.

Cameron:
You bastard! I’ll fucking kill you! (lunges at Josh, where Chris grabs Cameron and holds him back) Get your fucking hands off me! (breaks free of Chris and steps towards Josh again, where Hunter, Dillon, Jeff, all stand up and step in front of him. Cameron immediately stops.) You bastards, all of you. Think you can just party all the time and never get caught. Well trust me, I’m gonna be watching you like a hawk from now on. No more of this thirsty thursday bullshit, your all mine now. From now on, none of you are going anywhere without me watching you, you understand me? I’m an RA, and you’re all mine. All mine...(turns and storms towards the door.)

Josh:
Hey Cameron?

(Cameron turns around and looks at Josh)

Josh:
You forgot your drink man. (holds up the snuff cup)

Cameron:
(giggles) See you all around... (Cameron leaves)

Stan:
Holy shit guys, that was fucking close.

Jenny:
FUCKING!!!

Chris:
Yeah, guys, I hate to do this, but I think we should probably clear this room out. This is too sketch for my blood.

Hunter:
Yeah, probably a good call.

Dillon:
Yeah, next thursday we’ll go to my room, my RA’s are chill.

Chris:
Solid plan. Alright, see you all later.

(everybody files out, where we go into the hall)

Hunter:
Hey Emily, you want to swing up to my room and have a few drinks with me?

Emily:
I don’t know Hunter, I’m kinda tired, plus I have to make a few phone calls.

Hunter:
Oh, who are you calling?

Emily:
Oh, uhh...just a few friends of mine. Tell you what, I’ll swing up there later.

Hunter:
Oh, okay.

(the group disperses where we go back into the room where Stan, Chris, Josh and Jenny remain.)

Chris:
Jesus Christ that was close.

Josh:
God, he’s such a fucking douche bag.

Stan:
Well guys, he’s just doing his job.

Chris:
Come on Stan, open your eyes. He’s got it in for all of us. College is about partying man, kicking back, chillin’ out, and rockin’ up. Not about quiet hours at 10, floor checks at 12, and all that bullshit. That kid needs to get a life. Why can’t he be cool like Zack?

Josh:
Man, I don’t know.

Jenny:
Chris?

Chris:
What’s up babe?

Jenny:
I don’t feel too good.

Chris:
Hey, listen up guys, I’m gonna go walk her back to her room, I’ll be back in a bit. Josh, you crashin’ here tonight?

Josh:
Yeah man.

Chris:
Alright, cool. Okay love muffin, time to walk. (Chris helps Jenny up and the stagger out of the room)

Stan:
So...

Josh:
Yeah...

(an awkward pause)

Josh:
Yeah man, sorry your first party here was kind of a bust.

Stan:
No it’s cool. Besides, I met a pretty cool chick.

Josh:
Ooh, Stan the lover boy mackin’ it up his first day...who is she?

Stan:
Sarah.

Josh:
Sarah? Not Sarah Gorsek right?

Stan:
I’m not sure what her last name is.

Josh:
Tall, blonde hair?

Stan:
Yeah, that’s her. Why, what’s wrong with her?

Josh:
Jesus Christ Stan, what isn’t wrong with her?! Do you even know who she is?

Stan:
No, why who is she?

Josh:
Dude, you can’t date her man. Don’t even fucking talk to her. That’s Chris’s ex girlfriend.

Stan:
So what? He’s dating Jenny now, right?

Josh:
Well yeah, but let’s just say that Chris and Sarah didn’t break up on the best of terms. She’s a witch man.

Stan:
A witch, dude, give me a fucking break.

Josh:
I’m serious dude. Her and Chris dated for like, 2 years, and then all the sudden he was in her room and found a whole bunch of fucked up voodoo shit in her room or something. Like, dead animals and stuff. I swear to God man. She’s a fucking loon.

Stan:
Are you serious?

Josh:
Yeah man, apparently she had like, a list of people she was gonna put spells on and shit. Real bad news.

Stan:
Man, shut up this is just one of your bullshit stories like that, Dr. Night or whatever.

Josh:
Mr. Night man, and don’t you ever say that’s bullshit man, or he may come for you.

Stan:
Oh, give me a break.

Josh:
I’m serious man. Tomorrow’s the 100 year anniversery, and if you’re not careful, Mr. Night’s gonna come and fucking gut you like he did before. Sleep lightly man...

SCENE FIVE: THE FIRST KILL

( THE CLOCK STRIKES MIDNIGHT. We are in the lounge now, where Emily is on her cell phone. We see her through somebody’s prespective, however we don’t know who.)

Emily:
I know babe, I know. (pause) What, Hunter? Oh God, I’ve been meaning to dump that dick for a while now. (pause) Ugh, well trust me, you’ve got nothing to be jelous about. (pause) Yeah, I know he’s a loser. And, well let me tell you, he’s like a pencil, I swear to God.

(the camera then moves into the room looking at Emily)

Emily:
Hey, what do you want?

(The camera just stares at her)

Emily:
Well, if you don’t mind, I’m on the phone. (to her phone) No, I’m not talking to you, I was talking to-

(suddenly the camera runs up to her, and a plastic bag is wrapped around her face. She tries to scream, but the noise is muffled in the bag. She swings her arms and drops her phone for a moment, until she goes limp. We then see a hand holding a large knife reach towards her arm, when the camera cuts)

SCENE SIX: THE NEXT MORNING

(Josh is slowly waking up, Stan is coming into the room from the bathroom)

Josh:
Jesus Christ, my head hurts.

Stan:
Well, that’s what you get man.

Josh:
Where’s Chris?

Stan:
I don’t know man, must’ve stayed at Jenny’s last night.

Josh:
Oh. (Grabs a bottle of booze and takes a swig)

Stan:
Jesus dude, you just woke up.

Josh:
It’s four in the afternoon man, chill. Plus it’s Fresh-Start Friday dude.

(Stan shakes his head, when Chris comes into the room)

Chris:
What up bitches?

Stan:
Where were you man?

Chris:
Crashed at Jenny’s last night. Man, I’m thirsty. (Josh hands him the booze, where Chris takes a huge swig. Stan looks at him) Fresh Start friday man.

Stan:
Yeah, I got it dude.

(there’s a knock on the door)

Chris:
I’ll get it. (Chris opens the door, where Hunter is standing) Hey, what’s up man?

Hunter:
Hey nothing, have you guys seen Emily at all today?

Chris:
No, don’t think so.

Josh:
Yeah, no clue.

Hunter:
Shit, well she was supposed to come over last night and she never did, and now she’s not answering her phone.

Chris:
Yeah man, I’ve got no clue.

Hunter:
You don’t think she’s (quietly)...you don’t think she’s with some other guy, do you?

Chris:
No man, she’s probably just up in her room with her phone off or something. Go check up there.

Hunter:
Ok, thanks man, if you see her tell her to call me right away, okay?

Chris:
No problem.

(Hunter leaves)

Stan:
What was that about?

Chris:
He can’t find Emily.

Stan:
Oh.

Josh:
Well guys, I say that we hit up the ol’ gange pipe, get some booze, and start our friday.

Chris:
Sounds like a solid plan.

Stan:
I would, but I already have plans.

Chris:
Oh yeah, where are you going?

Stan:
(hesitantly) Uhh...I have a date.

Chris:
Damn man, first day and first date. Who is she?

(Josh gives him a “what the fuck?!” look)

Stan:
Just this check I met last night, you don’t know her.

Chris:
Oh, okay well have fun man.

Stan:
Thanks, I’ll catch you guys later.

(Stan leaves, we follow him out as he starts to dial his phone)

Stan:
Hey, Sarah? Yeah, it’s Stan. You still up for some coffee? Alright, great, I’ll meet you outside. Okay, bye.

(We go outside, where Sarah is waiting for Stan)

SCENE 8: A WITCH?

Sarah:
Hey Stan, what’s up?

Stan:
Nothing, nothing at all.

Sarah:
Yeah, sorry I left the party early last night, I just kinda always feel awkward there. Chris and I aren’t exactly on the best terms.

Stan:
Yeah, I heard.

Sarah:
Who’d you hear that from?

Stan:
Oh, well Josh kinda gave me the scoop.

Sarah:
Oh, Christ, what did he say?

Stan:
(chuckles) Well, I mean, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way or anything, but he said you kinda, well, freaked him out.

Sarah:
(Curiously) Oh yeah? How’d I do that?

Stan:
Well, listen Sarah, I like you a lot, but I mean, the whole witch thing is kinda weird, I don’t know.

Sarah:
Witch thing? What are you talking about?

Stan:
You and Chris, your, I don’t know how to say this...your, shrine and list I guess.

Sarah:
Did Josh tell you I was a witch?

Stan:
Uhh, yeah, basically.

Sarah:
Oh my God, that’s so typical of him to say something like that. Well Stan, you don’t have to worry, I’m not a witch.

Stan:
Oh, cool then I guess. But I mean, if you don’t mind my asking, why did you and Chris have a fallout?

Sarah:
Well, don’t tell him I said this, actually, I really don’t care if you tell him. He sucked in bed. I mean, I tried and tried and tried to work with him, but he just couldn’t do it. Then, I tried to tell him that, well, that he sucked, and he got all offended. So he dumped me, and started some witch rumor I guess.

Stan:
(laughing) Wow, okay then.

Sarah:
Yeah, what a prick. But enough about him. So what do you want to do?

Stan:
I don’t know, coffee sound good?

Sarah:
Sure but I’m kinda low on cash.

Stan:
Don’t worry about it, I got it. (Stan pulls out his wallet and looks inside) Hmm...actually I’ve only got like, 4 bucks.

Sarah:
Oh, well we don’t have to get coffee.

Stan:
Well, tell you what, Chris and Josh said something about going to get some booze, so they’re probably not even in the room. We could make some up there?

Sarah:
Okay, sounds great.

(the two walk off of the shot)

SCENE 8: EMILY?

(Hunter is walking up to a room and knocking on the door)

Hunter:
Emily, you in there?

(there is no answer to the door. Hunter knocks again, as the door slowly opens. He peaks his head in the door)

Hunter:
Emily?

(he walks in the door as it slowly closes)

SCENE 9: MR. NIGHT LIVES

(Stan and Sarah are getting off of the elevator)

Stan:
Yeah, so we should totally watch a movie tonight.

Sarah:
Yeah, horror movie sound good?

Stan:
Well, that might be a problem, because I’ve got like, 300 and I usually have a hard time choosing.

Sarah:
Well, I’ll pick then.

(the get to the room where Stan swipes the door open. They open the door to see Josh and Chris, obviously blazed, watching some cartoon on the couch. They don’t even notice them come in)

Stan:
Oh, hey guys, I thought you were going to get booze and stuff?

Chris:
(cracking up) No man, we still have like, 200 dollars worth from yesterday and we didn’t even realize it.

Josh:
I was like, shit man, boozy booze!

(the two crack up even more)

Stan:
Alright then, that’s cool I guess.

(Chris looks and suddenly notices Sarah)

Chris:
Sarah? What the fuck are you doing here?

Sarah:
Oh, hey Chris. I was just going to make some coffee with Stan.

Chris:
Is this true, Stan?

Stan:
(confused) Uhh...yeah?

Chris:
Wait wait wait, don’t tell me this was your date?

(Stan nods)

Chris:
Stan, you mother fucker man!

Josh:
Down boy, down.

Sarah:
Maybe I should go.

Chris:
Yeah, you fucking should.

Stan:
Hey, Chris, calm down a minute, okay?

Sarah:
I’m leaving Stan, I’ll call you later.

Chris:
Damn straight you are.

(Sarah glares at Chris and walks out the door)

Stan:
What the fuck man?!

Josh:
I told you Stan, I told you.

Chris:
No, you tell me what the fuck! (giggles at the awkward sentence) You can’t date her man, she’ll fucking cast a spell on you or something.

Stan:
Dude, shut up, she’s not a witch, she told me everything.

Chris:
What the fuck did she tell you?

Stan:
About your little, bed problem.

Chris:
You fucking bastard, what are you talking about?

Josh:
Yeah, she’s a witch man!

(suddenly the door pounds)

Stan:
Just cool it a minute Chris, this isn’t a big deal.

(Stan opens the door to see Hunter standing there)

Hunter:
Where the fuck is Josh?

Josh:
Hey, what’s up dude?

Hunter:
Cut the shit asshole. Where the fuck is Emily?

Josh:
What are you talking about man? I haven’t seen her.

Hunter:
Oh, give me a fucking break man, come on, why are you guys pulling this shit on me?

Chris:
What are you talking about man?

Hunter:
Josh’s Mr. Night story. Well this shit’s taking it a little too far. (throws a piece of what looks like paper on the floor by Stan. Stan picks it up and reads it allowed.)

Stan:
I’m Mr. Night, back with new tricks. You’ll all be dead, in 666.

Hunter:
I found that in Emily’s room, and she wasn’t there. So are you guys just pulling a joke on me or something?

Stan:
What the...(Stan looks at his fingers holding the paper, and they are red with blood. He immediately drops the note)

Josh:
Dude, I have no clue where she is, she’s probably just messing with you.

Stan:
Guys, this isn’t paper...this looks like, skin.

(Hunter looks at his hands, which have blood on them)

Hunter:
Jesus Christ! (wipes off hands)

Chris:
What the fuck?

Stan:
Yeah man, that’s fucking skin. Is this some bullshit you pull on the new guy or something, because that’s not funny man.

Hunter:
Does this look like bullshit? Emily’s gone!

Chris:
Hold on, let’s just calm down a minute. This is probably some joke, I mean, she was at the party last night, she knows the story, she’s probably just fucking with us. You tried calling her, right?

Hunter:
Of course I fucking tried that.

Chris:
Well try again man.

(Hunter pulls out his phone and dials the number)

Hunter:
I’m telling you, she’s not going to answer. (a pause) Hello?

PV (phone voice):
Hello Hunter.

Hunter:
Who the hell is this?

PV:
I am your worst fears.

Hunter:
Shut the fuck up, where’s Emily?

PV:
She’s right here next to me.

Hunter:
Oh yeah, where’s that?

PV:
Room 666.

Hunter:
Yeah? Well where’s that?

PV:
You’ll be here soon enough.

Hunter:
Listen fucker, I swear to God I’m gonna come and kick your fucking ass if you don’t tell me where Emily is, and trust me, I can kick hard-

PV:
Tell your friends to to party hard, for tonight will be a blast, and if you tell a cop or guard, this breath may be her last...

(the phone clicks off)

Josh:
What’d she say?

Hunter:
It wasn’t her...

Chris:
Well then where the hell is she? Who was it?

Hunter:
It was some guy I think, I couldn’t tell. He said it was he was in room 666.

Stan:
Dude’s fuck this, I’m calling the cops if you guys are serious.

Hunter:
Wait don’t! He said if we tell anyone, he’ll kill Emily.

Chris:
What, who the fuck was it?

Hunter:
(thinks for a moment) It was Mr. Night. You guys stay here, I’ll be back when I find Emily. (runs out of the room)

Stan:
Did he just say it was Mr. Night?

Chris:
Oh give me a break, he’s probably just messing around. Seriously, right?

Josh:
(petrified) It had to be Mr. Night...

Chris:
Oh shut up Josh, there is no Mr. Night!

Stan:
Yeah, I thought that was just a story?

Josh:
No, it’s real! He was at are party last night, he must’ve been there! God damnit, don’t you guys understand? Tonights the 100 year anniversary! Mr. Night’s gonna come for us man, we gotta get out of here!

Chris:
Josh, shut the fuck up, ok? Cool it. Now lets just calm down and think a minute. Now, who would want to mess with us like this?

Josh:
Jesus Chris, can’t you see?! IF WE STAY HERE, WERE DEAD! HE’S GONNA COME FOR ALL OF US! MR. NIGHT’S GONNA FUCKING KILL US!

Stan:
Snap out of it man! (slaps Josh)

Josh:
Jesus dude...what the hell is your problem? That really hurt.

Stan:
Okay, Chris, let’s just say that this isn’t some joke and there really is somebody running around here like Mr. Night. Do you think he has a weakness or something?

Chris:
What, you mean Smirnoff?

Josh:
I think I’m gonna bruise...

Stan:
No, like, shit I don’t know. If this Mr. Night guy is real, then there’s gotta be some way we can get some information on him, then maybe we can figure out how to beat him?

Chris:
Stan, you’re completely right. We need to get some more Smirnoff.

Josh:
My face feels all warm now...

Stan:
Chris, just listen. We gotta find out something on this Mr. Night dude, before anybody else goes missing.

Chris:
Yeah, hold on, who was all at that party last night?

Stan:
Why?

Chris:
Well, don’t you think we should call them, I don’t know warn them or something?

Stan:
Good idea, let’s get a list together...

SCENE TEN: THE SECOND KILL

(Hunter is walking down the halls, until he gets to a room on the sixth floor, and pounds on the door)

Hunter:
Emily! Emily open up?

(nobody answers the door, but he continues to pound.)

Hunter:
EMILY! IF YOU’RE IN THERE, OPEN UP! THIS ISN’T FUNNY!

(suddenly there is a faint girls voice from back down the hall)

Voice:
Hunter...

(Hunter turns around and looks down the hall and sees nothing)

Hunter:
Emily? Is that you?

Voice:
Hunter...please help...

Hunter:
Emily, I’m coming!

(He begins to run down the hall, turns towards the elevators and sees nothing. Suddenly the sound of a door closing makes him turn. He runs to the door leading to the stairs, and opens it up. The faint sound of footsteps is in the hallway)

Hunter:
Emily?

(he begins to walk down the stairs slowly, cautiously, looking. Finally a loud voice shouts after he goes down a few flights of stairs)

Voice:
Hunter! I’m up here!

Hunter:
Emily! I’m coming!

(Hunter runs up the stairs to the 7th floor, where he all of the sudden sees a figure dressed in a black cloak, something scary. He gasps as the figure grabs him and throws him down the stairs, back towards the door to the 6th floor. He begins to gasp, slowly crawling, trying to reach the handle to the door for escape. The figure slowly walks down the stairs and grabs Hunter’s hand as he reaches for the door. Hunter turns over on his back, to see the figure standing directly above him.)

Hunter:
Who...who are you?

(the figure reaches into his pocket and pulls out a large knife, the same used on Emily. He raises it above his head and is about to bring it down on Hunter)

Hunter:
It’s true...you’re Mr. Night...

(the figure brings the kife down on Hunter repeadetly, he screams and gasps, but it ends shortly. We see blood drip down the stairs as Hunter’s body is dragged out of the stairs, onto the 6th floor...)

SCENE 11: FRESH START FRIDAY

Josh:
You know, thanks a lot Stan, how am I supposed to get laid tonight now that I have a fucking welt on my face?

Stan:
Josh, shut up, we have more important things to worry about.

Chris:
Yeah, plus there’s no way you were gonna get laid tonight man.

Josh:
Yeah right man, are you joking? Ghost killer on the loose, everybody freaking out, thinking tonight may be there last night? Tell me a better time to take advantage of a chick?

Stan:
Give it a rest Josh.

Chris:
Ok, here we go, everybody that was here last night. Hunter, Emily, Dillon, Jeff, Christina, Us, and Jenny. Ok, so what’s the plan guys?

Stan:
We should get everybody together. That way there’s no way any of us could be killed, right?

Chris:
Stan’s right, we gotta get everyone together tonight.

Josh:
Party?

Chris:
Of course.

Stan:
Jesus, do you guys see the seriousness of this situation? Stop thinking about partying for two minutes and realize what’s going on!

Chris:
Stan’s right. We shouldn’t party tonight, tonights about survival.

Josh:
Then again Chris, who’s to say we can’t survive while partying?

Chris:
Stan, he’s got a point.

Stan:
Fine, fuck it I don’t care. But either way we’ve got to call everyone up and tell them about Mr. Night.

Chris:
Ok, I’m going to go get Jenny down here, you two call everyone up and tell them to get down here ASAP. I’ll be right back.

(Chris leaves)

Stan:
Shit, I totally forgot, add Sarah to the list, she was here last night.

Josh:
Hey, maybe in the midst of all this mysterious murder, we should keep witch girl away.

Stan:
Josh, give me a break, she’s not a witch. We’ve got to warn her.

Josh:
Fine, then call her.

(they each dial their seperate phones)

Stan:
Hello, Sarah?

Josh:
Yo, Dillon what’s up bro?

Stan:
Listen, there’s a problem, we need you to come back to our room right away.

Josh:
Yeah, I’m just chillin’ out, you know.

Stan:
Yeah, we think there might be somebody taking the Mr. Night story too seriously.

Josh:
Yeah man, but that wasn’t as good as Bring It On though.

Stan:
Yeah, we think he’s got Emily, and maybe more, we don’t know.

Josh:
Oh, give me a break, so what if she was in Jumanji, she’s hot now.

Stan:
Ok, so come quick. (hangs up the phone)

Josh:
Plus Jumanji was a good movie anyways, hey, you remember when the kid grew that tail?

Stan:
Josh, what the hell are you talking about?

Josh:
Hey, Dillon, hold on a sec. Turn on channel 27 dude, Jumanji’s on.

Stan:
Josh, psyco killer, remember? Were trying to warn people, not have a circle jerk around childhood movies.

Josh:
Oh yeah, my bad. Yeah, hey Dillon? Yeah you gotta come crash over here tonight because otherwise you may get killed. (pause) Yeah, killed. (pause) Yeah, I know it sucks, but what are you gonna do, right? (pause) Yeah, she can come too. Does she have any friends? (pause) They hot? (pause) Sweet man, bring them too.

Stan:
Josh, these people might die if they come!

Josh:
Yeah, hey Dillon? Yeah actually don’t bring anyone. Fine, she can bring one friend, but that’s it. Ok, sweet man, see you tonight. (hangs up the phone) Okay, Dillon’s coming over in a little bit.

Stan:
Ok good, who’s next?

Josh:
You call Jeff, I’ll call Christina.

Stan:
Got it.

SCENE 11: ALMOST DEAD

(we go to Chris getting Jenny. He knocks on the door)

Chris:
Jenny, open up, it’s Chris. Jenny?

(he looks down at the door and see’s it’s open. He cautiously pushes it open, into her dark room.)

Chris:
Jenny?

(he looks around and sees nothing. He flicks the light switch on but nothing happens.)

Chris:
Jenny, you in here babe?

(he takes a step into the room and hears a squishy sound. He looks down to see a small pool of blood and a knife. He picks up the knife and looks up)

Chris:
Jenny? Where are you?

(He notices that the bathroom light is on. He sees the light through the bottom of the door. He cautiously walks towards the door, and extends his arm towards the handle. He takes a deep breath, and pulls the door open. There is nothing inside, but a streak of blood leading towards the shower curtain, which is closed.)

Chris:
Jenny?

(he takes a step towards the curtain and extends his arm, grabs the curtain and pulls it open. Jenny is in there, covered in blood, holding a butter knife. She screams and lunges at Chris. The knife strikes his skin as he quickly backs away)

Chris:
Christ Jenny, it’s just me! What are you doing?

Jenny:
(she suddenly snaps out of it and looks at him) Oh, Chris! Thank God you’re here!

Chris:
(he notices a huge gash on her arm, ignoring his) Jenny, what the hell happened to you?

Jenny:
Oh Chris, it was awful! He was here...he was here...

Chris:
What are you talking about?

Jenny:
This man, dressed in black came in, and...oh Chris thank God you’re here!

(hysterical, she hugs Chris and begins to sob)

Chris:
Shh...it’s okay, nobody’s here now...it’s okay...who did this to you?

Jenny:
They said that they were...they said they were...it was Mr. Night.

SCENE 12: THE SECOND PARTY

(we now go back to the room, where everybody is sitting, almost in the same formation that they were in the night before.)

Stan:
Ok guys, listen up, this is a matter of life and death.

(door knocks. Stan sighs and opens it. Jeff comes stumbling in)

Stan:
Jesus Jeff, are you drunk already?

Jeff:
Fresh start Friday buddy! WHOOH!

Stan:
Okay, whatever, just go sit, okay?

(Jeff goes and sits down)

Stan:
Okay, now listen guys, we have a problem.

Dillon:
Yeah, there’s not enough booze here!

Stan:
God, everybody, just shut up for two seconds!

Josh:
HEY EVERYBODY SHUT UP!

(everyone grows silent)

Josh:
(passionately, as if the only serious thing he will ever say in his entire life) Now everybody listen up, and listen good. There’s a killer somewhere on the 6th floor. We know he’s got Emily already, and we think that he’s gonna get all of us. Now if you don’t believe me, that’s fine, but it’s your body bag. But if we want to beat this guy, we’ve got to pull together. We’ve got to stand tall, take arms, and fight! This isn’t just a bully, or some jerk telling us not to party, this is a cold blooded, ruthless killer, striking on us like we were fish in a barrell. And I got news for you, it’s friday fish fry!

(a pause)

Stan:
Thank you Josh. Like he said, there’s a killer on the loose (Josh nods in agreement), so what we gotta do is stick together (Josh nods in agreement), stay alert (Josh nods in agreement), and stay sober (Josh gives Stan an insane look).

Dillon:
Now hold on just one second!

Christina:
Yeah, it’s friday night for Christ’s sake!

Jeff:
Wait hold on, lets listen to Stan.

Dillon:
Shut up Jeff, you’re already wasted.

Jeff:
(giggles)

Dillon:
Okay Stan, now you listen to me. If there’s some killer out there, then why’s he after us? What’d we do to him?

Stan:
(takes a deep breath) We think he was at the party here last night, and since we were all here, he’s gonna come get us.

Dillon:
Who Stan?

Stan:
Mr. Night.

Christina:
What?

Dillon:
Oh Jesus Stan, give me a fucking break. That’s just a story Josh tell to get chicks all scared so they get with him, everyone knows that.

(Christina looks at Josh angerly)

Josh:
Dillon, shut up! (to Christina) It’s true, I swear.

Dillon:
So you want all of us to stay in here, and stay sober nonetheless, because you had a nightmare about Mr. Night? Give me a break Stan, you’re a fucking wimp, and I’m not going to put up with this anymore. Come on everybody, lets go to my room and get smashed. (Dillon gets up to leave, nobody follows) Okay, fine, you all want to listen to this loser, so be it. I’ll see you fuckers later.

Stan:
Fine, leave Dillon. But when we find your head in room 666, you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Dillon:
(scuffles) Fuck you Stan. (Dillon leaves)

Josh:
(to Stan) I don’t think this meeting is working too well.

Stan:
Yeah you’re right.

(the door opens, where Chris and Jenny come walking in)

Josh:
Well where the hell have you guys been?

Chris:
Shut up Josh, someone attacked her.

Stan:
Holy shit, are you serious?

Jenny:
What the fuck do you think? (She shows him her arm)

Christina:
Oh my God, Jenny, are you okay?

(Jenny nods)

Christina:
We’ve got to call the cops!

Stan:
No, we can’t! Emily might still be alive, and Mr. Night said that if we called the cops, he’d kill her.

Jeff:
When the fuck did you talk to him?

Stan:
I didn’t, Hunter did. Speaking of which, where is he?

Chris:
He isn’t here?

Josh:
No, he went to look for Emily, remember?

Stan:
Sarah isn’t here either, and Dillon just left.

Chris:
Well we gotta find all them before it’s too late.

Josh:
Whoah whoah whoah! Now hold on a minute. Stan, you like horror movies right?

Stan:
Josh, does this have any relevance?

Josh:
Yes it does, now what happens when everybody splits up in the movies?

Stan:
Josh, this isn’t a movie, so cool it.

Josh:
No no no, it doesn’t matter if this is a movie or not! The point is that if we split up, I gaurentee that people are gonna die. That’s just how it works man. The two heroes, most likely Chris and Jenny, will live, but the rest of us are fucked, especially me, because lets face it, I’m a funny guy, comic relief, so I’m probably gonna be the first to go.

Stan:
Josh, don’t worry man, we’ll go in pairs, how’s that sound?

Josh:
Fuck that man, I’m staying right here where it’s safe. Fuck Dillon and Hunter and witch bitch. We gotta just all stick together. Plus, how do I know one of you guys isn’t the killer? You expect me to go out there with somebody who might fucking ice me?

Stan:
Fuck you man, how do we know you’re not the killer?

Josh:
I said it before, I’m the comic relief, and comic reliefs aren’t killers. They’re meant to lighten the mood after other people get killed. And where the hell do you get off calling me a killer? You’re the one with a fucking blockbuster load of horror movies, am I wrong? Plus you’re dating the witch girl, who’s probably a fucking killer anyways-

Stan:
Hey why don’t you just shut the fuck up!

Chris:
Guys, cool it for a minute! The point is, we’ve got to trust each other. Jenny needs some bandages for her arm, does anyone have a first aid kit?

Christina:
Yeah, I’ve got one in my room.

Chris:
Okay, are you gonna be okay getting that, or do you need someone to go with you?

Christina:
My rooms right down the hall, I’ll be fine.

Chris:
Okay, go get that. (Christina leaves) Stan, you and I will go find the witch.

Stan:
Her names Sarah man, and she’s not a witch.

Jenny:
Chris, don’t leave me here!

Chris:
Jenny, I’ll be right back, don’t worry about it.

Josh:
I’ll stay with her.

Chris:
Okay good. Jeff, you go to Dillon’s room and check if he’s there, can you do that bro?

Jeff:
I can!

Chris:
Alright, we’ll all meet back here in 10 minutes, no longer. Everyone cool?

Josh:
You guys are fucking crazy. You’re all dead meat, I swear.

Chris:
(ignoring his comment) Okay, see you guys in 10.

(everyone leaves, except for Josh and Jenny)

Josh:
Hey, Jenny, I’ve got a question for you.

Jenny:
(angerly) What is it, Josh?

Josh:
Okay, nevermind, it’s not important.

Jenny:
Josh, just say it.

Josh:
Alright, I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but I just thought you might know. Is it true that there’s really 1000 calories in a teaspoon of giz?

(Jenny gives him an angry look)

SCENE 12: CHRISTINA-MORE LIKE DEADSTINA

(We see Christina walking into her room as she goes to her drawer in the bathroom. She pulls out a large medical basket when she hears a door creaking, and close. She looks out from the bathroom, and sees that the door into her room is now closed, where it had been open. She becomes wide eyed as she slams the bathroom door, locks it, slams the other bathroom door, locks it and jumps into the toilet stall. She quickly pulls out her phone gets ready to dial, when the phone rings. It says “Sarah Cell” on the screen. She slowly brings the phone up to her ear)

Christina:
Hello?

PV:
(breathing)

Christina:
Sarah, is that you?

PV:
(breathing)

(Christina quickly hangs up the phone. She looks around, but the breathing noise continues. She checks her phone, to make sure it is still off, and sees that it is. Slowly she looks up to see a hooded figure looking over her from the other side of the stall. He reaches down at her as she screams, wrapping a piece of barb-wire around her neck. Blood sprays from her neck as she begins to spasm, and finally goes limp)

SCENE 13: STAN AND CHRIS

(We are down the hall with Stan and Chris, walking towards Sarah’s room)

Stan:
Which room is hers?

Chris:
It’s that one.

(Chris is about to knock, when Stan grabs his arm to stop him)

Stan:
Hey, listen man, I just wanted to appologize for seeing Sarah today. I know she’s your ex, and that’s not cool of me.

Chris:
Don’t worry about it dude, there’s more important things now.

(Chris knocks on her door. They wait a few moments, but she doesn’t answer)

Stan:
Guess she’s not here.

Chris:
Bet she’s fucking putting a spell on somebody.

Stan:
Dude, shut up Chris, she’s not a witch man.

Chris:
No Stan, you shut up! Let me tell you something. When we were dating, it was cool, but all the sudden one day I went in her room, and you know what I saw? Spell books, a list of people she was gonna cast spells on, fucking dead animals and shit. Now tell me she’s not a witch? Christ Stan, she even used to date Mr. Goth Satanist Seth, remember him?

Stan:
(struck by what Chris said) Seth...

Chris:
Yeah, Seth.

Stan:
No, Chris oh my God! I just remembered something! Last night I ran into Seth and he said something about the spirit or something, said that we were gonna all die tonight! Don’t you see? Seth is Mr. Night!

Chris:
Are you serious?

Stan:
It makes perfect sense! Think about it? We got into the fight yesterday with him, he threatened me last night, I mean, it’s gotta be him!

Chris:
Shit, well now what do we do?

Stan:
We gotta go to the RA’s. We just tell them that Seth’s drinking in his room or something, they go in, find a bunch of bloody corpses, call the cops, and he’s busted!

Chris:
Why don’t we just call the cops now?

Stan:
Well if it isn’t Seth, then we still might risk Emily, so this way we’ll either find out for good, or at least she’ll still be safe.

Chris:
Good call. Let’s go.

SCENE 14: JEFF, MORE LIKE, Uhh...DEAD JEFF...?

(Jeff is stumbling down the halls, knocking on random doors)

Jeff:
Is this Dillon’s room?

Person 1:
Get lost creep.

Jeff:
Oh okay there...sorry...

(knocks on another door)

Jeff:
Is this Dillon’s room?

Person 2:
No buddy, no Dillon here.

(knocks on a third door. The hooded murderer figure answers.)

Jeff:
Is this Dillon’s room?

MN (Mr. Night):
(looks down the hall, and shugs, and nods yes.)

Jeff:
Okay, good. I gotta piss. (Jeff walks into the room, still completely intoxicated, and goes right into the bathroom to start peeing. He walks right by Christina’s dead body without even looking twice, and begins to pee. MN is standing by the bathroom door) Yeah man, I’m supposed to get Dillon back to the room. God this feels good...yeah, but there’s a killer man, or like, something. I don’t really know...(flushes the toilet)

(Jeff steps out of the stall, and sees MN standing there with a knife.)

Jeff:
Dillon, why are you wearing that weird costume?

(the figure remains still, and slowly brings up the knife)

Jeff:
That’s a nice knife buddy. (Jeff idly walks by Christina again, and right past MN. He sits down on the bed, picks up a chunk of skin, moves it, and lays down) Yeah man, we gotta get back to Chris’s room man. I guess were in danger or something.

(MN just looks confused at him.)

Jeff:
(leaning up) So we should probably go...oh my God...oh no! I’m gonna puke man...(Jeff runs to the window, pulls it open and sticks his head out and begins to vomit. MN walks up behind him, raises the knife, stops, lowers the knife. After a few moments, he simply reaches down, grabs Jeff’s legs and flips him out the window. We then see MN looking down on Jeff’s now dead body laying on the patio of the third floor. MN leaves.)

SCENE 15: THE CAMERON PROBLEM

(Chris and Stan walk up to room 616-A, Zack and Cameron’s room.)

Chris:
Okay, this is Zack and Cameron’s room, let’s just pray that they’re here.

(he knocks, no answer)

Stan:
You’ve got to be kidding me.

(Chris pounds harder)

Chris:
God damn it, where the hell are they!

(suddenly from behind them)

Cameron:
(holding a slurpie, with his room key out) Can I help you?

Chris:
Cameron, thank God you’re here man. Listen, we need you and Zack to go to Seth’s room, they’re having a big party over there, and I mean, they shouldn’t be.

Cameron:
Coming from you? The party king of the 6th floor?

Chris:
Well, I’ve been thinking, and I realized that partying is immature, so you should really go stop them.

Cameron:
Oh Chris, you think I’m that dumb? Hmm...I’ll go over there, and then what? A bucket of water will fall on my head when I open the door? Oh, no wait, how about dog crap smeared on the floor? Give me a break Chris, I know every prank in the book.

Chris:
I’m not trying to mess with you man, I swear.

Cameron:
Doubtful.

Chris:
Well, then can you send Zack over there then?

Cameron:
He’s out of town for the weekend.

Chris:
Well then I really need you to go over there now.

Stan:
Listen Cameron, there’s a killer on the floor, and we think it’s Seth.

Cameron:
A killer?

Stan:
Yeah, a killer.

Cameron:
No! Oh no! Well, whatever are we to do? I know, I’ll call the police! Yeah, I’ll call the cops, so when they show up, I’ll look like a big fucking ass hole and get a ticket! Wouldn’t that be funny Chris?!

Chris:
Listen, were not lying! We need your help!

Cameron:
(Slides his card in the door, and opens it slightly) Yeah, well tell you what. I’ll help you out by writing you up for frauding an RA. Goodnight ladies. (he enters his room and closes the door)

Chris:
FUCK! Now what are we supposed to do?

Stan:
Wait, listen...

(We hear faint music coming from a room, Sarah’s room.)

Stan:
That’s coming from Sarah’s room...

Chris:
Listen man, I say we just ditch the witch and get back to our room. I’m worried about Jenny and all them.

Stan:
Okay, you go on, I’m gonna knock on her door one more time.

Chris:
If you’re not back in 5 minutes man, I’ll be there, okay?

Stan:
Right on man.

(Chris leaves as Stan walks up to her door)

SCENE 16: THE PROTECTIVE SPELL/DILLON

(Stan is now at her door, knocking. The door opens, however nobody is there. We see Sarah, sitting, her back to Stan, reading out of a potions book, with a bowl with some sort of bubbling liquid in front of her)

Stan:
Sarah?

Sarah:
Stan, come in. (Some magical words here)

Stan:
Sarah, what is all of this stuff?

Sarah:
I’m casting a spell, Stan.

Stan:
Sarah, we’ve gotta get out of here. Mr. Night may be coming.

Sarah:
He doesn’t scare me.

Stan:
Well, I still think we should go. Were safer as a group.

Sarah:
With this spell, we’ll all be safe no matter what.

(We now go to Chris, who’s walking down the hall where he sees Dillon ahead)

Chris:
DILLON!

Dillon:
Chris, thank God it’s you man!

Chris:
Dillon, you gotta come to my room, the Mr. Night story is real man!

Dillon:
No, trust me Chris, you need to come into my room first man! I need to show you something.

Chris:
Can it wait? I gotta go check on Jenny.

Dillon:
No, trust me Chris, you have to see this right away!

(they both enter into Dillon’s room, where we go back to Stan and Sarah)


SCENE 17: DEATH OF JOSH AND JENNY

(We are now back in 606-A. Josh and Jenny watching a horror movie on T.V. We don’t see the T.V., but we hear it)

TV:
Wait Jim, don’t go in there.
No darling, it’s safe, don’t worry.
Oh but Jim, what if the killer’s in there...

Josh:
Stupid bitch, Jim is the killer!

TV:
Charlene, the killer couldn’t be in there.
But Jim, I don’t understand? Where is he then?
Right next to you...
AAAHHHHHHH!!! (Blood splattering sounds, scary music, etc.)

Josh:
God, I told you bitch!

Jenny:
Josh, now is not the time to be watching a horror movie.

Josh:
No, you’re wrong. Now’s the perfect time to be watching a horror movie. While everyone else is wandering the halls, I’m doing research on how to survive. Oh, sweet! Now he’s using a chainsaw!

Jenny:
What’s taking them so long?

Josh:
Shit, I don’t know. They’re probably all dead by now anyways.

Jenny:
Don’t say that...

Josh:
Why, it’s true! We were smart to stay in here, where we know that it’s safe.

Jenny:
I don’t think anywhere is safe anymore...

Josh:
You’re right Jenny...who knows, maybe I’m the killer...

Jenny:
God Josh, you’re such a creep.

Josh:
(creepily) You know Jenny, I used to have a huge crush on you, until Chris got in the way.

Jenny:
Josh, why are you talking like that?

Josh:
I’m just saying Jenny...that in this day and age, you can’t really trust anybody. Because, who knows...maybe there’s a little bit of a murderer in all of us...(Josh rises and starts to walk towards Jenny)

Jenny:
Josh, you stay away from me!!!

(Josh begins cracking up)

Josh:
Jesus Jenny, I’m just messing around. Take a chill pill.

Jenny:
God Josh, you’re a sick bastard!

Josh:
Oh relax, it was funny. (looking at Stan’s movie collection) Now you think I’m a sick bastard, well listen to some of the flicks my boy Stan likes. “Bloodlust Carnival,” “Cheerleader Torture Town,” “Flesh Stabber 6: The Carnage Keeper,” ooh, and check this one out...”Axe Murder Massacre of the Teenage Swim Team.” Wow, I bet that’s a gem.

Jenny:
Stop it Josh. I’m scared.

Josh:
(annoyed) Why are you scared Jenny? WERE SAFE. NOBODY IS GOING TO GET US. (the bathroom door slowly opens, as MN is standing there. Jenny gets wide eyed but is too shocked to speak) The ones that left are the dead ones Jenny, don’t worry. I swear to God, if I were in a horror movie, I’d be the sole survivor, no question about it.

Jenny:
Jo...Jo...Josh! (she points behind him)

Josh:
(turning to look) What?

(MN brings a large knife down on Josh as he falls to the ground. Jenny screams and runs out the door to the stairs. MN slowly follows in stereotypical slasher fashion. Jenny runs through the halls to the stairs, and runs to the fifth floor level, where she stops. She looks up the stairs when suddenly she hears fast footsteps running towards her. It is MN. Jenny continues to run down the stairs to the third floor level, MN closing in on her. She quickly runs to the elevators on the third floor and hits the up button. MN stalks behind her. Finally the door opens, she climbs in and the door closes just in time. She takes a few breaths of relief, and hits the 6th floor button. As the elevator door opens, MN is standing there, waiting. She begins to plead with him.

Jenny:
No...please...no...

(MN lunges at her with his knife and begins to stab her repeadly. She dies. Too bad...)

(We are now back with Stan and Sarah)

Stan:
(runs up to Sarah, and crouches with her) Sarah, please come with me! I can’t just leave you here!

Sarah:
I’m casting a protective spell Stan, he can’t hurt us.

Stan:
Sarah, for Christ’s sake, listen to what you’re saying! None of this shit is going to work, we need to get to a safe place!

Sarah:
Trust me Stan, this is a safe place now...

(Suddenly the door opens, and MN is standing there. He begins to walk up towards them)

Stan:
SARAH! HE’S COMING, WE HAVE TO GO NOW!

(Sarah stands up with the potion, and begins splashing it on MN. MN begins to back away!)

Sarah:
Thou demon from Hell! I shall vanquish your powers with the spirit of love! Thou shalt never harm another person again! Get back demon! Back to Hell! Thou cruel twist of nature, be gone!

(MN is slowly backing away with his arms up)

Sarah:
Demon! YOU HAVE NO POWERS ANYMORE! BE GONE! BE GONE! BE-(MN takes a step towards her and stabs her in the stomach. She immediately collapses to the ground, dead. Stan screams and runs out of the room. MN slashes at him, but misses. MN does not follow Stan.

(We go back to Dillon and Chris, who are standing by Dillon’s bed.)

Chris:
A fifty dollar bud?

Dillon:
Yeah man.

Chris:
You dragged me in here to look at your new 50 dollar bud?

Dillon:
Look at that thing man, it’s beautiful. You want to smoke it man?

Chris:
Dillon, Jesus Christ! There’s a killer on the loose!

(A shot of Stan running down the hall when he stops outside of Dillon’s door, and begins to pound)

Stan:
CHRIS! IS THAT YOU?!

(Dillon grabs the bud and quickly hids it. Chris gets the door)

Stan:
He killed Sarah! Just now! I saw it!

Chris:
(to Dillon) Now do you believe me?!

Dillon:
Whatever dude, you guys are just fucking with me.

Stan:
Are you fucking kidding me?

Chris:
Fuck him Stan, lets get back to the room, I gotta make sure Jenny’s alright.

(Stan and Chris run out of the room)

Dillon:
(shouts) Fine! I’m just gonna have to smoke all this bud by myself then!

SCENE 18: AND THE KILLER IS...

(Chris and Stan run into the room to find nobody there.)

Chris:
Where the hell are they?

Stan:
(notices some blood on the ground) Chris...

(Chris notices the blood)

Stan:
Hey, I’m sorry man...I’m sure they’re okay man.

Chris:
(crying) This is bullshit!

Stan:
I’m gotta call the cops.

Chris:
They were my best friends man! I mean, me and Josh have known each other since we were kids...the only reason I came to this school was because he was. Shit man, he was like my brother!

Stan:
Hey man, it’s okay, he’s probably fine.

Chris:
What the fuck are you talking about man?! There’s fucking blood all over the ground!

Stan:
Uhh...yeah, I know man, but, I don’t know maybe...

Chris:
Maybe what man? They’re dead!

Stan:
Well, fuck I don’t know. But listen, you wait here, I’m gonna call the cops.

(a knock at the door. Stan looks in the peep hole)

Stan:
Christ dude, it’s Seth!

Chris:
(Stands up instantly) Let him in.

Stan:
Are you fucking kidding me, he’s the killer!

Chris:
I know that, open the door, let the fucker in.

Stan:
Why the hell would I do that?

Chris:
(Picks up a gatorade bottle) So I can kick his fucking ass.

Stan:
With a gatorade bottle?

Chris:
Just let him in Stan...

(Stan opens the door, where Seth walks in)

Seth:
Hey there boys.

Chris:
You mother fucker! (lunges at Seth)

(Seth easily avoids his attack and throws him back)

Seth:
Relax man, I’m not here to kill you guys or anything! What the hell is your problem?

Stan:
Who said anything about killing Seth?

Seth:
Listen, I mean, I know the last few run ins we’ve had have been kinda rough, and I appologize for that, and I have to ask you guys a favor. I’ve got a date tonight, and I need some booze, and I was wondering if I could buy some off of you guys.

Chris:
You fucking killed them you bastard!

Seth:
What the fuck are you talking about?

Stan:
Cut the shit Seth, I already called the cops, and told them everything?

Seth:
You called the cops on me?

Stan:
Yeah, they’re on their way to fucking arrest you right now.

Seth:
Why the fuck would you do that?

Stan:
Stop lying Seth, we know you did it! We know it was you!

Seth:
Listen, I said I’m sorry for threatening you and everything, you didn’t have to call the cops on me for it!

Chris:
Were talking about all the people you killed!

Seth:
Wait, what people?

Stan:
For fuck’s sake, stop lying Seth! We know it was you! You killed Sarah and Emily and everyone else!

Seth:
Wow...you know what you guys, I’m impressed. You’re a hell of a lot smarter than I thought. Tonight’s the anniversary of the dorm party massacre in room 616, and now you’re trying to freak me out, right? Man, I thought I was the only one that knew that story?

Chris:
What are you talking about, room 606?

Seth:
The massacre that happened, shit, like, 100 years ago at Columbia. I’ve fucking researched the shit out of it, I know all there is to know about it, and I’m impressed, you guys actually had me freaked out for a few seconds. But anyways, can I get some of that booze now?

Stan:
The massacre happened in room 666, not 606.

Seth:
Trust me man, (the door opens behind Seth, where MN stands. Stan and Chris take in deep breaths.) It was the dorm party massacre in room 606-

(MN stabs Seth in the back, as he collapses to the ground. Stan and Chris run to the back of the room and watch, terrified)

MN:
Well well well, what do we have here?

Chris:
Holy shit, it’s really Mr. Night...

MN:
Chris, you fucking idiot. There is no Mr. Night.

(MN pulls off his mask to reveal that it is in fact Cameron)

Stan:
Cameron?!

Cameron:
That’s right kids.

Chris:
(stands to attack Cameron) Cameron, you mother fucker!

(Cameron raises up a knife)

Cameron:
Not so fast Chris, I’d sit if I were you. I’ve brought you guys a present. (he reaches into his cloak and pulls out a bottle of Smirnoff and two shot glasses)

Chris:
Why’d you do it, Cameron? Why’d you kill all of my friends?

Cameron:
Oh Chris, and I thought you knew me so well. (he pours two shots and hands them to Stan and Chris) Drink, or die.

(Chris and Stan look at each other)

Stan:
What, is this poison or something?

Cameron:
Are you kidding me? You saw me break the seal on the bottle, it’s Smirnoff, and nothing more, I promise. Now drink it, or I slit your throats.

(Stan and Chris drink)

Cameron:
Now, as I was saying...why I did it. Why, in this twisted world, would somebody as sane as myself resort to such a, brutal form of entertainment? (he pours two more shots) Drink.

(Chris and Stan take the drinks)

Cameron:
You see Chris, it’s nothing fancy like in the movies. It’s just hate, pure and simple. I fucking hate your guts. You and all of your friends. You guys think you’re so cool, party all the time, make fun of your good old RA, pull jokes on him and stuff, and act so high and mighty all the time. This is an art school god damnit! You don’t drink every night at an art school! You draw, write, make movies, I don’t care! But you don’t run around drinking all the time like this was some frat house! (he pours two more shots) Now drink.

(Chris and Stan take the drinks)

Stan:
So you killed all those people because you don’t like drinking?

Cameron:
Precisely...and they weren’t even people as far as I’m conserned. They were just drunks, trash, no better than the bums on the streets. Somebody has to put an end to this madness. Columbia is not a party school, never has been, and as long as I’m around, it never will be. When news of Mr. Night terrorizing the campus hits tomorrow, there’s no way in hell kids are going to drink anymore. The school will be purified, back to it’s roots! We can all study, be creative, and play acoustic guitars all day and night without having to worry about some drunk ass kid puking all over our canvass! (pours two more shots) Now drink.

Stan:
I don’t think I can drink anymore man.

Chris:
Yeah, I don’t feel too good.

Cameron:
I don’t care, if you puke, you die. So drink up.

(they take their drinks)

Stan:
You’re never going to get away with this, Cameron. They’re going to catch you.

Cameron:
Oh, I don’t think so Stanley. It’s so perfect...so fullproof that there’s no way it will ever fail. (pours two more drinks) Drink. (they take their drinks) The legend of Mr. Night! A great story, if you ask me, not a word of it’s true, but a great story nonetheless. So, picture this...a group of kids partying, you guys, tell the story of Mr. Night. Suddenly it dawns on you two that it’d be really funny to dress up scary, and run around the halls. Not to mention that you two live in room 606, the same room that the original massacre supposedly happened in. (pours two more shots) Drink. (they take their drinks) Anyways, so you two get so drunk, that you dress up all scary, and accidentally murder all of your friends, and don’t even remember it! I go to the police, tell them I found a bunch of bodies in your room, they come, and convieniently find you two dead, with so much alcohol in your system that they’ll have to believe that you did it. Not to mention I left your stoner friend Dillon alive to be a witness to the party last night, and the story told, and the fact that you two were there. (pours two more drinks) Drink. (they look at each other cautiously) Drink or I kill you right now. I mean, you’re going to die either way, so you might as well not be able to feel it, right? (they take their drinks) Now, you two tell me, is that not a brilliant plan? I’m a fucking genious.

Stan:
You’re sick, that’s what you are.

Cameron:
Sick? Maybe. But the cops are going to know you’re sick when they see this massive collection of horror movies you have. That only helps my case.

Chris:
Cameron, I swear to God, you’re dead.

Cameron:
Oh, is that right Chris? And how do you expect to kill me?

(suddenly Seth, who appeared to be dead stands, and tackles Cameron. Stan and Chris immediately rise to help, but both loose their balance due to the alcohol. Cameron and Seth struggle for a few moments, until finally Cameron gets his knife and stabs Seth again in the back. Cameron pushes Seth off of him, just as Chris and Stan get up and run out of the room.)

Cameron:
No! GET BACK HERE!

(Cameron begins chasing after them. Stan and Chris run through the halls and see a door open, 616.)

Chris:
There!

(The two run into the room, which is dark, and lock the door.)

Stan:
Who’s room is this?

Chris:
Jesus...I think this is Cameron’s.

(They turn the light on, to see every victim, bloody and mangled, including Zack, to be scattered around the room. They both hold in screams when the door starts pounding)

Cameron VO:
You let me in! LET ME IN THERE!

Chris:
Stan, call the cops, right now!

(Stan pulls out his phone, where he see’s he gets no reception)

Cameron VO:
I’m coming in there! Oh, boy you just wait and see!

(The pounding stops)

Stan:
Fuck, I don’t get reception unless I’m by the window.

Chris:
Okay man, we’ll go together...

(The two slowly begin walking through the room, trying to avoid each body as they walk.)

Chris:
Wait, where’s Josh? I don’t see him in here.

Stan:
Maybe he got away. We can only hope. Hold on a second...don’t RA’s have keys that can get into any room?

(suddenly the bathroom door opens as Cameron walks in, grinning)

Cameron:
Ha, you guys are pretty clever, but it’s too bad things couldn’t work out for you guys.

(The door opens, where we see Josh standing there with a Smirnoff bottle in hand)

Cameron:
(raises the knife) The party’s over...

(Josh swings the bottle over and smashes it on Cameron’s head. Cameron immediately drops to the ground.)

Josh:
What’d I tell you Stan...his only weakness...Smirnoff.

EPILOGUE

(I CAN’T THINK OF A COOL ENDING! PLEASE HELP!)