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dalekofchaos · 4 years

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Halloween The Game Idea

If we ever get to get the Friday The 13th Game type treatment for Halloween, here’s what I’d love to see

Haddonfield free roam and other maps. More than anything I want an online open world sandbox for Haddonfield as we can explore the town. As the teens or kids, we must run from house to house so we can run from Michael, call the police or make a last stand, as Michael we stalk and kill them one by one. Ideally The Wallace House, Doyle House, Myers House, Smith’s Grove, Private School from H20, Laurie’s House and Haddonfield memorial will be their own unique locations.

Unique trick or treaters. I have more faith with Gun Media implementing the other playable characters, but basically the teens and the kids of the game Michael will be hunting. Some of them would be victims from the franchise and some will be fans who supported the game. Child Jamie Lloyd in her clown costume will be a trick or treater/survivor.

Playable heroes. Much like Tommy in Friday The 13th, only they don’t become useless after 1 shot. No, these heroes will actually be able to bring it to Michael and have a chance to kill him. Our heroes in question will of course be Dr Sam Loomis(voiced by Colin Mahan) Laurie Strode(Of course played by Jamie Lee Curtis, also you can choose between her original 1978, H20 or 2018 skins) and the final hero will be an adult Jamie Lloyd(voiced by Danielle Harris, cause damn it Danielle deserves it) I’d also have Sheriff Brackett, Deputy Hunt, Sheriff Meeker and Officer Hawkins as crucial as the heroes. I’d also make Rachel a hero if we choose Child Jamie.

Much like in the NES game, the goal of the hero is to protect and save the Trick Or Treaters and as many people as possible, escape or possibly kill Michael Myers

The key to success as Michael is stalking and suspense. It won’t be like in Friday The 13th where everyone knows Jason is killing everyone one by one, you gotta work up to it. If you are spotted and they flee, they have a chance to warn everyone. If Michael can keep up his cover and go on to the next kill, then no one will suspect a thing.

Michael can use intimidation tactics such as leaving blood trails, dropping severed limbs, carrying his victims and using their dead bodies as a means to scare his next victims as a means to build suspense and fear in the players.

In addition to Michael’s stalking, for the survivors, there is a suspicion factor. Works sort of like the suspicion in the Hitman games. Make too much noise or leave dead bodies behind and the survivors will get suspicious and either call the police or begin to flee

In place of Pamela Voorhees, all we would get for Michael is for the pumpkin to light up and Michael begins his rampage on Halloween night

All the musical cues from the franchise

Michael can climb through windows and drive.

Survivors can´t hear chase music until they see Myers.

Survivors can raid the police station for ammo. If the police are alive, they will help protect you. If Michael got their first, the survivors will break down due to fear.

Loomis and Laurie can set traps to Michael just like at the end of H5 and in the 2018 movie. Myers player can´t see those traps or sense Loomis presence until it´s too late. Imo, this makes Loomis gameplay more exciting. I’d also say if we choose to play as Laurie and Jamie, they can also make their traps.

If survivor players work really hard together, they should be able arrange a big final shootout like at the end of H4 or even set it up so Michael can burn in the Hospital or Laurie’s basement or you can even rally the citizens of Haddonfield and form a mob to go after Michael. If they succeed, then camera angles would be more cinematic

Depending on which map/timeline you choose. There will be someone helping Michael. If you choose 4-6 timeline, Dr Wynn and Mrs. Blankenship will help Michael, if you choose the Remake timeline, Deborah Myers will help Michael and if you choose the 2018 timeline, Dr Sartin or Corey Cunningham will help Michael.

Unique kills. Like with Jason, Michael will have unique kills. H1- Michael picks up the person and stabs a knife through their chest and holds them up by the weight of it. The person's torso then slides off the knife, cutting up through the top of their head and dropping them to the ground. Meant to be a take on the Bob kill where he pins him to the wall. A lot of people have commented how the knife wouldn't hold up his weight and how he would slide down, so this is kind of a play on what a knife would do if it was holding someone up. H2- Michael grabs the person and shoves a scalpel through their lower back and lifts them off the ground with it. Straight from the movie. H4- Michael jams the shotgun through his victim to the wall H5- Michael decapitates the character with a scythe. Quick kill H6- Michael Myers makes someone’s head explode similar to John Strode’s theatrical death, Michael hacks the person's chest repeatedly with a machete and then slits their throat. Same thing as Part 8 Jason's doubletap kill, except with a throat slit instead of a decapitation. Based off the scene in Halloween 6 where the lights are flashing and Michael goes ape on several people with a machete near the end of the movie. While we don't actually see him kill most of the people, a scenario like this easily could've happened. H7- Michael shoves a corkscrew through the person's neck and then yanks it out, ripping out their throat (this one is sort of in the movie) H8- Tripod execution, crushes their head in and decapitation HRZ1- Crushes their head in and Michael puts the person in a choke hold, then after getting a good grip chokes them to death with one hand HRZ2-Michael stabs the character once in the chest, then, once they fall on their back, Michael stabs them repeatedly over and over again in the back Based off the brutal nurse kill from the dream sequence at the beginning of the movie and Michael Myers clotheslines the person to the ground and then repeatedly stomps their face in until it turns to mush. H2018-Michael either pierces their neck with the knife or smashes their head in and Michael will carve up a victim's head like a pumpkin and leave it for the survivors as an intimidation tactic HKills- A death similar to Cameron’s, lighttube kill and killing the mob of citizens and survivors depending if you have enough energy/rage

Trick Or Treat mode. Basically like F13th’s virtual cabin, a means to explore the Easter eggs of the franchise. It opens with the player putting on a Silver Shamrock Halloween mask and the jingle plays. The goal is Go house to houses and the candy are pieces of lore and trivia of the franchise. When we reach the Myers house, Michael begins to chase us

Smith Grove Tapes. Much like Friday The 13th had Pamela and Tommy tapes, Halloween would have Dr Sam Loomis interview tapes. 15 in total when reviewing Michael. 7 years of Loomis trying to help Michael and reach him and 8 showing the decent into the lengths he would go to keep Michael locked up and realized he was nothing but purely and simply... evil. Tapes dedicated to Dr Loomis interviewing Michael’s parents and what happened to him. Tapes dedicated to Loomis interviewing Jamie and trying to reach Jamie before Michael’s evil could consume her. The DGG timeline tapes would be about Loomis interviewing Laurie. Bonus tapes about Dr Wynn and Sartain interviewing Michael.

Michael skins

1978(Weapon:Kitchen Knife)

NES

Halloween II(Weapon Scalpel)

Halloween 4(Weapon Knife and Shotgun nailing)

Halloween 5( Scythe/Pitchfork and car)

Halloween 6(Weapon Axe or Machete)

Halloween H20(Knife)

Halloween Resurrection(Knife/Tripod)

Halloween 2007(Knife/2x4)

Halloween 2(Knife)

Halloween 2018(Knife)

Halloween Kills

Halloween Ends

Heroes

Laurie Strode

1978

Halloween II

H20

Resurrection

2007

2018

Jamie Lloyd

Halloween 4(Trick Or Treater)

Halloween 5(Trick Or Treater)

Return(Hero)

Dr Sam Loomis

1978

Halloween 4 and 5

Halloween 6

2007

Rachel Carruthers

Sherriff Leigh Brackett

1978

2007

Halloween Kills

Deputy Gary Hunt

Sherriff Ben Meeker

Deputy Frank Hawkins

Officer

Deputy

Tommy Doyle

1978(As a Trick Or Treater)

2007

Halloween Kills

Lindsey Wallace

1978(As a Trick Or Treater)

2007

Halloween Kills

Accomplices

Dr Terrance Wynn/The Man In Black

Mrs. Blankenship

Deborah Myers

Dr Ranbir Sartain

Corey Cunningham

Maps

Haddonfield

The Myers House

The Doyle House

The Wallace House

Haddonfield Memorial Hospital

Hillcrest Academy

Laurie Strode’s House

Smith’s Grove

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haddonfieldproject · 3 years

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1.3.14 SATURDAY NOVEMBER 1st, 2:22 PM

Haddonfield, Illinois

Virginia's head was buried in James Tramer's chest, as it had been most of the entire day. They sat in the small but comfortable chairs inside Deputy Meeker's office, facing his desk. James had run his eyes around the contents of the desk and the office over a million times in the last few hours, not really looking at the items around him, but kind of looking through them.

Sure, he processed the embossed gold nameplate that read: DEPUTY MEEKER flanked by two small flags, one the American stars and stripes, the other the flag of the Marines. He saw the Chicago Bears coffee mug that held various pens and pencils. He saw the stapler and the roll of tape, and the large desk calendar that was still stuck in October.

Gotta lift it up to view November, he thought almost mechanically. My son Ben will never see November.

Anabel Gillespie from Yuva's Funeral Home had pulled Deputy Meeker's high officer chair over beside them. She now sat talking, holding the brochure out for them to see. Jim wasn't looking, and he wasn't listening. His eyes hovered over the wall behind the desk. The plaque from the Marines, awards from the Warren County police department, a picture of then Staff Sergeant Meeker on tour of duty in Kosovo. There was a picture of Deputy Meeker and Sheriff Brackett standing behind fifteen smiling kids. They wore blue and red baseball uniforms imprinted with the words Warriors on the front and Cleveland Indians hats. The title at the top read: WARREN COUNTY WARRIORS LITTLE LEAGUE STATE CHAMPIONS 2A 2009. Another at the bottom read: SPONSORED BY JAMIE LEE'S DINER HADDONFIELD ILLINOIS.

Second from the top left, Jim had spotted his son. Right field. He mused. Ben couldn't hit a baseball with a tennis racket. Ben Tramer had ditched little league baseball for Pop Warner football not too long after that, and had become a star Wide Receiever for the Haddonfield High School Huskers not long after that. On Jim's kitchen table right now there were acceptance letters from Quincy, Slippery Rock, Urbana, Ashland and other Division 2 football schools. The big schools had been down on Ben for his size, Jim thought now, He could have walked on at Northwestern, I know he could have.

His glanced turned to the flatscreen television mounted in the corner. The news was showing the footage of the bodies being taken from the old Myers home. The title at the bottom of the screen read: DEATH TOLL RISING IN ILLINOIS MASSACRE. Jim averted his eyes, coming down to a Chicago Cubs pennant tacked to the paneling on the right wall near the TV. I wonder who won that game last night, he thought. It had gone too late, he had just not been able to keep his eyes open to finish it. He thought now about how important that game had seemed just a few hours ago and how he had not thought of it at all until just now.

“So did you decide?” He heard a voice.

Jim was still thinking about the baseball game.

“Mr. Tramer?”

Jim shook his head startled. Virginia lifted her head from his chest and looked at him puzzingly as he looked over toward Anabel.

“What?” He croaked dryly.

“Have you decided which coffin you would like to go with?” She asked.

Virginia whimpered and returned her face to his chest.

Jim cut his glance from Anabel to behind her where Officer Mullenix stood in the doorway which led out to the rest of the police station. Mullenix was staring back at him, sipping his coffee out of a mug that read: WORLD'S OKAYEST EMPLOYEE.

Jim opened his mouth to answer, then closed it, then cocked his head to one side, cleared his throat and asked, “Where is Mr. Gudipati?”

Anabel looked from Jim back over her shoulder to Officer Mullenix and then back to Jim again. “Mr. Tramer, Mr. Gudipati's brother was also killed last night. He is on family leave.”

Jim frowned and shook his head, “That's a shame, an awful shame. Rajesh Gudipati ran a fine store. The restrooms were always clean.”

Anabel frowned. Officer Mullenix took a sip of his coffee and said, “Ms. Gillespie, perhaps Mr. and Mrs. Tramer are still not up to looking at the---information.”

Anabel was about to speak but Jim waved and cut her off, “Nonsense Officer. I'm sorry, let me see them again.”

Anabel passed over the brochure and Jim took it. The first thing his eyes saw was a tiny blue urn with a silver teddy bear on it, something you would get for an infant. There was a noise in the corridor behind Officer Mullenix that startled them and he saw no more.

“Hold up! Where are they?!” A woman's voice demanded.

A large black woman pressed herself passed Officer Mullenix into the office, her ample bosom scraping past him. She wore a fake blonde wig and a large floral print dress to cover her voluptious body. Her drawn-on eye brows raised when she saw Jim and Virginia and she smiled, extending a hand decorated with three inch fingernails painted bright yellow. “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Tramer, I'm Ureta Johnson, attorney at Johnson Sloan and Johnson, what have you told these fools?”

Virginia lifted her head.

“I'm sorry, what?” Jim asked dryly.

“These murdering police officers, have you told them anything?” Ureta put her hands on her hip.

“Hold on there--” Officer Mullenix began.

Ureta cut him off, “You hold on there trigger happy! I think I need to be alone with my clients so why don't you just scurry away there porky pig,” she cut a glance to Anabel, “you too blondie.”

Jim frowned, “I don't think we're gonna need representation.”

Ureta frowned back, “Honey, your beautiful black baby boy was gunned down in the street last night while unarmed by white police officers. What do you mean you don't need representation?”

“Wait just a damn minute--” Officer Mullenix tried again.

Ureta held up her finger and was about to speak but Jim interjected, “I don't think it was like---”

This time, Virginia interrupted. She pulled her face from his chest, her eyes rimmed with tears and as bloodshot as a day drunk. She spoke the first intelligible words she had uttered all day.

“Like what James?” she said, her voice growing louder as she spoke, “Our son—my baby boy, was just out trick or treating like all the other kids,” she pointed her finger at Officer Mullenix, “and these bastards shot him dead! Shot him dead for no reason!”

Jim looked at his wife, then at the lawyer, then Anabel, then Officer Mullenix. He did not know what to say. He hadn't anticipated this at all.

“Anabel,” Officer Mullenix said softly.

She looked at him, her eyes wide in confusion.

“Anabel come with me. Let's give these people some time alone.”

Anabel stood up like a shot and pushed passed Officer Mullenix.

Ureta grunted, “That's right. Give these people some time alone.”

Mullenix forced a friendly smile, “Take all the time you need.”

NEXT>> (COMING SOON)

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brundleflyforawhiteguy · 6 years

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Do you think Ben Meeker was a deputy for Sheriff Brackett back in 1978? What do you think he was doing?

I think he would have to be, and it’s a little bit implied in the “people around here aren’t likely to forget your face, especially not cops” line. There were a lot of cops out that night, so he could have been any number of places if he was on the force by then. I could see him being one of the guys out by the Myers house trying to keep a lid on the kids that were trashing it.

I should re-read the Halloween 4 novel and see if there’s some mention in there as to what Meeker was up to during the events of Halloween night 1978.

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larryland · 5 years

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by Roseann Cane

Show Boat, first produced by Florenz Ziegfeld in 1927, marked a turning point in theater history.. Appearing during a time when frothy entertainment like light-hearted operettas and revues packed the theater scene, this was likely the first musical driven by a serious plot, the first musical where book and music merged. An enormous success, it forever changed the course of American musical theater.

The Glimmerglass Festival in Cooperstown, NY, has created a production of Show Boat that not only honors the historical importance of the show, it has spectacularly succeeded in putting together an electrifying, soul-searing work of art that is remarkably satisfying on so many levels.

Edna Ferber, the author of the novel upon which the play is based, was born in 1885 to an immigrant father and an American-born mother. Her father suffered from poor health, and the impoverished family moved frequently throughout the Midwest. Frequently the brunt of anti-Semitic attacks (she recalled adult men spitting on her when, as a young child, she delivered her father’s lunch to his place of work), Ferber would grow up to become an internationally recognized journalist, novelist, and playwright, and her difficult childhood would inform her work, in which she examined the effects of bigotry and the lives of outsiders. When Jerome Kern approached her about basing her 1926 novel, Show Boat, into a musical, she balked. Kern convinced her that he and Oscar Hammerstein II were devoted to maintaining the novel’s weighty subject matter.

In the 1920s, audiences were familiar with show boats, which were essentially floating theaters housing actors as they traveled along various U.S. rivers, bringing melodramas and comic revues to otherwise isolated pioneer towns from the late 1800s through the 1930s. (One can easily imagine why Ferber was drawn to show boats, where the occupants were always outsiders, always traveling.)

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The Cotton Blossom, the show boat of the title, travels along the Mississippi River. The play begins in 1887, when the Cotton Blossom docks in Natchez. Cap’n Andy Hawkes (Lara Teeter), who lives on the boat with his wife, Parthy (Klea Blackhurst) and daughter, Magnolia (Lauren Snouffer), introduces the interested townsfolk to his cast, including beautiful leading lady Julie La Verne (Alyson Cambridge), and Julie’s husband and leading man Steve Baker (Charles H. Eaton). A fight breaks out between Steve and Pete (Maxwell Levy), a crude engineer who has been making passes at Julie. Cap’n Andy fires Pete, who warns he knows a secret about Julie and will use it to get his revenge.

Magnolia, affectionately called “Nolie,” adores Julie and aspires to become an actress herself. When a dashing gambler, Gaylord Ravenal (Michael Adams), strolls near the Cotton Blossom, 18-year-old Nolie strikes up a conversation with him; each becomes smitten. Julie warns her that Ravenal could be just a “no-account river fellow”; she is also warned by dock worker Joe (Justin Hopkins) and his wife, the ship’s cook, Queenie (Judith Skinner). Nolie declares that she’d love Ravenal no matter what, prompting Julie to sing a few lines of a favorite song, “Can’t Help Lovin’ Dat Man,” and Queenie, who, like her husband, is black, expresses surprise that Julie knows the song, since she has only heard “colored folks” sing it.

In the next port we learn about Pete’s revenge. He has snatched Julie’s photo from a sandwich board and brought it to the local sheriff, who raids the boat announcing that Julie and Steve had broken miscegenation laws–laws in the South that prohibited white people and black people from marrying or having a sexual relationship. Julie has “Negro blood.” But Steve, who with Julie had prepared for such a crisis by cutting Julie’s finger and swallowing a bit of her blood before the sheriff’s raid, foils the sheriff by reminding him that Mississippi defined a Negro as any person who has a drop of Negro blood in him. Since Cap’n Andy and his family had witnessed Julie’s finger-cutting, they are able to swear that Steve has at least a drop of Negro blood.

Julie and Steve must flee Mississippi for the North; Nolie, who knows all of Julie’s lines, becomes the leading lady, and Ravenal becomes the leading man.

The action unfolds during a 40-year period, punctuated by the reminder that no matter what turns individual lives take, time will go on: “Ol’ Man River” just keeps rolling along. As Joe, Justin Hopkins’s rendition of the song is painfully beautiful, rich, and resonant. Indeed, every member of this Show Boat cast seems a world-class opera singer, and I found it utterly thrilling to hear a score that I love embraced so elegantly. The acoustics, as befits the opera house, are wonderful, pure, and clear. (As also befits a contemporary opera house, there are supertitles designed by Kelley Rourke projected above the stage, and I was pleasantly surprised to see them used for Show Boat.) Eric Sean Fogel’s choreography was charming and fun, and what a pleasure it was to watch such gifted dancers in action.

Paul Tazewell’s costumes are downright gorgeous and period-perfect, and they play brilliantly on Peter J. Davison’s clever, evocative set. Mark McCullough’s lighting is spectacular, crowning the visual feast that is this production of Show Boat.

Show Boat, Music by Jerome Kern, Book and Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, Based on the novel Show Boat by Edna Ferber, and Directed by Francesca Zambello runs July 6- August 24 at the Glimmerglass Festival, 7300 State Highway 80 in Cooperstown, NY. Conducted by James Lowe. John DeMain, Musical Supervisor. E. Loren Meeker, Co-Director. Eric Sean Fogel, Choreographer. Peter J. Davison, Set Designer. Paul Tazewell, Costume Designer. Loren Shaw, Associate Costume Designer. Mark McCullough, Lighting Designer. Samantha M. Wootten, Hair & Makeup Designer. Kelley Rourke, Projected Titles.

CAST: Lauren Snouffer as Magnolia Hawks, Michael Adamsas Gaylord Ravenal, Alyson Cambridge as Julie La Verne, Lara Teeter as Cap’n Andy Hawks, Klea Blackhurst as Parthy Ann Hawks, Judith Skinner as Queenie, Justin Hopkins as Joe, Schyler Vargas as Frank Schultz, Abigail Paschkeas as Ellie Mae Chipley, Grant Wenaus as Jake, Charles H. Eaton as Steve Baker/Max, Kameron Lopreore as Sheriff Vallon/Bartender, Spencer Hamlin as Pete, Maxwell Levy as Hotel Manager/1st Drunk/Emcee, Tucker Reed Breder as Beau/Dancer, Joshua Kring as Beau/Dancer, Spencer Britten as Beau/Dealer/Dancer, Joanna Latini as Miss/1st Girl/Lottie/Mother Superior, Kayla Siembieda as Miss/2nd Girl/Landlady/Dolly, Rachel Kay as Miss/Dancer, Haley Ayers as Miss/Teen Kim/Dancer, Marie Woodward as Miss/Lady on the Levee, Edward Graves as Stevedore, Aaron T. Jenkins as Stevedore, Camron Gray as Stevedore, Allen Michael Jones as Stevedore, Burke Herrick as Stevedore, Ben Guevara-Chancey as Stevedore, Austin Odell as Stevedore, Jawan Cliff-Morris as Stevedore/Bellhop 1/Waiter/Dancer, Jorrell Lawyer-Jefferson as Stevedore/Bellhop 2/Waiter/Dancer, Imara Miles as Working Gal, Brea Renetta Marshall as Working Gal, Mia Athey as Working Gal/Dancer, Danielle Jackman as Working Gal/Dancer, Jasmine Harris as Working Gal/Dancer.

REVIEW: “Show Boat” at The Glimmerglass Festival by Roseann Cane Show Boat, first produced by Florenz Ziegfeld in 1927, marked a turning point in theater history..

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haddonfieldproject · 4 years

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1.2.10 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 5:32 am‬

Warren County, Illinois

Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker roared his brown and tan police cruiser almost right up to the shattered front door of Jamie Lee's Diner. As his headlights sparkled across all the shattered glass around the parking lot, his heart sank. Deputy McGrath of the US Marshals followed quickly in his black GMC Savanna, his headlights cutting through the rain and illuminating the fat and frightened face of Justin Lore, the man who had phoned 911 twenty minutes before.

As Meeker popped open his door and stepped out into the storm, more cruisers: some county, some state, some unknown—probably Feds he gathered by the looks of them—tore over the curb and splashed into the parking lot as well. Within moments, the holocaust of multiple flashing lights illuminated the walls and windows of the diner like a Christmas tree.

“Jesus Gawd Ben,” Justin moaned, coming around the side of the car to meet Meeker, “It's like a gawd damn massacre in there. Where's Leigh?”

Ben put a hand on the shoulder of the man he had known his whole life and together they ran back toward the restaurant, stopping just outside doors under the cover of the awning. Once there, Ben removed the hood of his rain coat and leaned against a line of rusted newspaper dispensers that had been empty for at least six months. No one read the newspaper anymore.

“Leigh's busy,” Ben said, watching as Deputy McGrath exited the vehicle and walked casually toward them as if he was oblivious to the drenching rain. “He's had---a err..family emergency.”

Justin didn't seem to care, “It's so bad...” he said, visibly fighting back tears, “I took the weekend shifts at the mill because holidays comin' up and all, so I came in here to get some breakfast before headin' out to work..and it's just plain awful Bengie...just awful.”

“Are you ready Deputy Meeker?” McGrath asked matter-of-factly.

Meeker nodded, “Call Mitch Larabee over at the Mill and tell him what happened and then go home, take a hot shower, and try to go back to sleep.” He said to Justin, “If Mitch has any questions tell him to call me.”

Justin sniffed and nodded. Ben didn't wait for him to go, instead he un-holstered his sidearm, and followed McGrath into the restaurant, their boots crunching on broken glass as they stepped in. All the lights were on, the jukebox was still playing...

Mr. Sandman

Bring me a dream

Make him the cutest

That I've ever seen.

There was a smoky smell, something had definitely burned, or was still burning in the kitchen. Meeker was pretty sure it was eggs. Directly in front of the door, laying on her back on a bed of broken glass was Taylor Rumspitz, her lifeless eyes were fixed on the ceiling, both arms lay outstretched in a gory Christ-pose. The top half of her head was completely blown off and flies were already beginning to light on the corner of her half-open mouth. A tray of broken dishes sat in the puddle of her blood and brains, along with a blood-soaked receipt.

A pang of sadness struck Meeker's chest like an electric shock. She was such a good kid, he thought, working her way through Community College classes at Langdon, picking up late shifts to provide for her and her son. Meeker had dated her mother Carol Rumspitz in the eleventh grade. Now he'd have to tell her that her daughter was dead.

Another waitress, Wilhelmina Peters, another girl Meeker had dated in High School lay face-down in a puddle of blood in the middle of the aisle between the window booths and the tables. Meeker felt a lump form in his throat. He also recognized Marshall Weathers and his good friend Pat Reagor slumped over in one of the booths. They met every morning here before sun-up to go fishing out on Harris Lake, wonder what led them out here in the storm ‪this morning‬, Meeker thought.

Tradition. His mind answered.

McGrath's voice startled him, “Can you ID all these victims?”

“Yes sir,” Meeker said dryly.

More cops filed past them, spreading out in a fan all over the restaurant. In the far corner Meeker saw Kyla Ruckshaw and her seven year old son Davey slumped over in another booth. Kyla met her ex-husband early on Saturday mornings to pass the kid off, per their divorce agreement. Davey's dad Donald Yates worked late nights at the same mill as Justin Lore, and picked his son up when he got off of work. They had been doing that since Davey was in diapers.

Meeker felt light-headed all of a sudden, his legs felt like they were stuck in jello. That was the thing about being a small town cop Deputy McGrath, he thought, of course I can ID all these victims. I know everything about every single one of them.

And it's gonna be even worse for Leigh, he thought, thinking of his friend and mentor who was sitting up at Haddonfield General right now with his daughter, not knowing whether or not Annie was gonna survive the horrific attack on her from that psychopathic lunatic. Now we have two more crazies butchering the townspeople. It felt so surreal, It's like the end of the goddamn world, he thought, this is just gonna kill Leigh.

Officer Mullenix came from the kitchen looking very pale, “Booger's dead,” he said with a wretch, referring to “Booger” Bernard Tyson, the head breakfast cook at the diner. “They stuck his head in the grease fryer.”

That explains the smell, Meeker thought rubbing his temples with one hand and holstering his sidearm with the other. “What the fuck is going on?” he whispered.

“I'll tell you what's going on,” McGrath answered, pulling a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and popping it in his mouth, “What's going on is that you have two very disturbed individuals out there and they're apparently still at large.” He took a deep breath, “Deputy Meeker, we have to find these individuals. We have to end this right here, right now in your town.”

“I agree sir,” Meeker took a deep breath himself and straightened up, he raised his voice, “Well boys, we need to get to bagging and tagging. We need to collect all the evidence, get all the photos we can get.”

“Forensics is finishing up at the park with that Tramer boy and are en route now,” Officer Kinnerly aka 'Doughboy' called out.

Meeker nodded and waved his hand.

“But Deputy Sheriff Meeker sir?” Doughboy said.

Meeker turned, McGrath turned as well. “What is it Kip?” Meeker asked.

“EMS boys got on the horn after taking that last girl...”

“Alice Martin,” Meeker's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and raised his voice so the other officers could hear him, “Come on boys! These are our people men, we can at least remember their names.”

“Yes sir,” Doughboy corrected himself, “After they dropped Alice off at County General, EMS boys got on the horn and told us that the morgue at the hospital is full sir.”

“Shit,” McGrath breathed under his breath.

“It's the Fetanyl sir...you know...the morgue's pretty much been full up all the time this past few years.”

“What about Yuva's funeral home?” Meeker asked.

“Well, that Tramer boy is there and Mr. Gudipati says he's already got three others who passed earlier this week. He says he can't take anymore either.” Doughboy answered.

“That's what I was afraid of,” McGrath growled.

“Well we can take them over to Russellville, they have..” Meeker began but McGrath cut him off.

“No, they have to stay here in Warren County.”

“Why?” Meeker asked.

“I hate to tell you this Deputy Meeker, but shit has just officially hit the fan.” McGrath replied.

“Well we just don't have a place to put all these people. We're not used to having so many people come up dead in one night in a small town like this Deputy McGrath.” Meeker put his hands on his hips, “Just what do you suggest we do?”

McGrath smacked his gum. “We need to get in touch with Springfield.”

“Why's that?” Meeker asked..

McGrath pulled his phone from his pocket. “With a body count this high and no where left to process the victims, we're gonna have to call in a response team...you know what that means?”

“What, like a portable morgue?”

“That's part of it. It means a whole fucking fleet of forensic people, pathologists, medical examiners, coroners...the whole shabang.” McGrath answered, looking through the contacts list in his phone.

“Okay...” Meeker answered, sensing more.

“You see the problem with that is, since ‪9/11‬, these kind of Ops Teams..or D-MORTs as they are called....are operated by the National Disaster Medical System, and they can only be requested by the Governor.”

“Okay....,” Meeker led him on again.

“That's National, as in Washington DC... by sunrise Deputy Meeker, your little town is going to be crawling with feds.”

McGrath hit a button on his phone and put it to his ear. He then added, “And the press.”

Meeker put his hand on his head and winced.

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1.2.3 HALLOWEEN NIGHT/NOVEMBER 1st 2:10 AM

Haddonfield, Illinois

As the Tate family continued eastward through Missouri in the rain, Officer J.T. Swain pulled his police cruiser into the parking lot of the Warren County Sherrif's Office. Swain jerked the hood of his rain slicker up, took a long and shaking breath, and braced himself for the deluge from above as he gripped his door handle. He quickly exited, shutting the door with his hip, and sprinted toward the doors, kicking up large splashes as he sloshed through the puddles in the parking lot---a parking lot that had been empty a few hours before when Samantha Nguyen had entered it.

It was now full.

His fellow officer, and friend, Greg Mullenix, met him at the front entrance, and held the door open for him as he stepped inside. “Where the hell have you been man?”

Swain threw his hood back, “I had to escort the Tramer's from the police station to the park.”

Mullenix winced as he opened the glass door on the inside annex.

“It was horrible,” Swain continued, “that boy's mom kept crying and crying, and I had to hold an umbrella over her while they ID'd their son.”

Mullenix put a hand on his friend's back. “I'm sorry man.

“What did I miss?” Swain asked as they headed through the lobby, passed the plastic chairs, and to the right of the front counter with it's frosted glass window...still shut. They could hear Officer Williams and another voice, a female voice, talking away from behind the glass. The phone still rang incessantly.

“It's a shit show.” Mullenix replied, pulling his wallet out of his pocket and tapping it to the little white square beside the large metal door that read: AUTHORIZED PERSONELL ONLY. His little plastic keycard inside reacted to the pad and a light at the top of the square went from red to green. He jerked the door open.

A cacophany of voices hit them immediately. The first door on the left gave way to a large conference room. The overlapping conversations were emanating from there. Six or seven Officers sat about the large mahogany table and about the same number stood in various places around the room. As Officer Mullenix and Officer Swain entered the doorway, they were bumped from behind by two other men. Deputy Sheriff Ben Meeker had exited his office from across the hall and pushed through the crowd. He was holding a manilla file folder in his hand. Another man, with a receding hairline and smart black and white business attire, followed him.

“Feds?” J.T. Mouthed to Mullenix as they moved to get out of the way of the two men.

Greg shrugged.

“Alright everyone!” Meeker rose his voice to a level that could be heard over the other conversation. “Everyone shut up!”

The conversations ceased.

“So as you know, Sheriff Brackett is of course in the hospital with his daughter so all operations has been handed over to me.”

He looked around the room, took a deep breath and then said, “Look---I know tonight has been,” he stopped for a moment, looking down at the desk, trying to fight the urge to get emotional. “Well,” he continued, “let's just say it, tonight's been really shitty. I know and you know we're stretched to the breaking point right now as it is, but US Marshals have something else we need to pay attention to, so this is Deputy McGrath out of the Springfield outfit, I need you to give him your full attention.”

The room was dead quiet, save for a solitary cough from the back corner of the room. Meeker switched places with the man who had come in with him. He cleared his throat and when he spoke, a sharp New England accent came through,

“Hello,” he said, pausing for a moment, thinking about what to say. “Deputy Meeker here has been telling me about the clusterfuck of a night you guys have had,” he looked around the room at the tired faces of the officers, “and I want you to know that the last thing I want to do is add to the little shitstorm you guys got going on in this little town tonight, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to.”

Meeker handed the file folder to the officer next to him, a fat, snow white young looking kid with pink cheeks and frosty blonde curls all over his head. The kid's name was Kip Kinnerly, but all the other guys called him “Doughboy.”

“Kip, look at this and then pass it.”

“Yes sir.” Doughboy replied curtly as he took the folder.

Meeker raised his voice. “I want everyone to take a good look at this!”

The man in the suit cleared his throat again. “As he told you, I am Deputy Mark McGrath from US Marshals, and as most of you have no doubt already heard, we have been hunting two extremely dangerous persons and we believe they may have just arrived in your back yard, that is, in the general area of Warren County.”

“Are you fucking serious?” An Officer who stood in the corner of the room spat. “Are you talking about those two shits from Mississippi?”

“Let's watch the language Spaulding.” Meeker snapped.

“It's alright Sherrif Meeker,” McGrath smiled. “Two little shits are exactly what they are. Their names are Lloyd and Lee Chumway of Biloxi Mississippi. And we are requesting---hell we are begging—for your assistance so we can nab these sonsabitches and at least give y'all a silver lining to this terrible night.”

“Oh fuck.” Officer Malcom Donald breathed as he looked into the file folder. “I thought I'd seen enough of this kind of shit tonight.”

The photograph of the Chumway brothers had reached Mullenix and Swain. They had already seen their faces on the television the days before. Hell, all of America had.

“Someone snap pics of that with their cellphone and text it out to everyone. I want everyone to have those two faces burned in their brains.” Meeker said.

“I got you boss.” Swain replied. He passed the picture back to Mullenix and began to dig in his pocket for his cellphone. “Here, hold this.”

“Who is this chick?” Spaulding asked, taking another pic from Doughboy and handing it to Officer Emrah Lagenbruner next to him who had just squeezed himself into the circle that was forming around the conference room. .

“Whoa,” The young African American officer said upon seeing the picture, “Gonna be a closed casket for sure.”

McGrath pointed to the photograph in his hand.

“Her name was Marina Madden, Lee Chumway's brother...he's the younger of the two. On Thursday afternoon, around 13:30 Central Time, these two upstanding citizens apparently brutally raped this woman, and then pummeled her with a bedside lamp.”

Mullenix took the picture from Lagenbrunner. The aforementioned Marina Madden was sprawled out on burgundy carpet, near the foot of a bed-frame, her lifeless eyes gazing upward at a ceiling that was out of view of the camera. Blood was congealed on the side of her head, a broken bedside lamp lay beside her, a dark spot in the carpet spread out from beside her head. The darkened puddle was flecked with bits of brain matter.

Mullenix passed the picture to Swain.

“Who's this?” Spaulding asked, holding up another picture before passing it to Lagenbruner. “Whoa, hello sexy!” Lagenbruner quipped again upon seeing the picture and passing it to Mullenix. It was a circa 1977 Olan Mills portrait of a woman, wearing a bright floral print dress, cat-eye tinted glasses and a large brown bee-hive hairdo in front of a tacky painted background with a sunset, trees, and ducks. Two young boys in white suits and red ties sat on her knee.

McGrath answered, “That is the mother of these two fine citizens. Melba Jean Chumway. Aparently they grew bored of Miss Madden and decided to drive over to their mommy's house. They beat her to death with a hammer.”

Lagenbruner whistled as he saw the next photo. “Good night,” he breathed as he passed it to his left.

Mullenix's stomach tightened as he saw it. Even though she was face down on a linoleum floor, you could tell it was the same woman. Her dress was different, but an equally as offensive floral print. Her bee-hive was gray now, and a different, more modern pair of glasses lay broken beside her. The side of her head was split open, and old darkened blood was pooled on the tile beside her. Large shoe tracks were printed in blood all around her as well. A blood soaked hammer lay just beyond her elbow.

For not the first time tonight, Mullenix was feeling nauseated. As the wave of sickness washed over him and through him, he closed his eyes, gulped and opened them again to receive another photo. The time, a pretty but a little chunky woman in a Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt and camouflage pants was sitting atop a tractor. A field of snowy white cotton gleamed in the background. An older gentleman stood beside the tractor with a cigarette handing out of his mouth and a battered confederate battle-flag hat laying crooked on his head. He wore a simple blue shirt with the words TRUMP in bold white letters, along with the tag-line in red below it: Make America Great Again.

“I'm guessing this one is their engagement photo?” Swain tried to quip as he took the picture from Mullenix. It came out hollow as his voice cracked.

McGrath guestered to him. “They then left for Lloyd's apartment where Lloyd's unfortunate girlfriend Kelly Willis-Ross was living. They nearly decapitated her with a kitchen knife.”

Another grizzly crime photo was passed over. Poor Miss Willis-Ross lay in a bathtub, soaked red. Her head lay disjointed on her shoulders, her chin impossibly almost touching her right breast. Swain felt another surge in his stomach. He tried to focus on something in the picture so that he would appear to be looking at the slide, but not really looking at the carnage itself. His eyes fixed on a blue bottle which sat on the side of the tub next to the unfortunate carcass of Lloyd's now ex-girlfriend. HERBAL ESSENCES CONDITIONER. BLUE RASPBERRY.

“Jesus Christ,” Mullenix breathed.

Swain shot him a glance. His friend and partner's face was caught in a grimace.

“I know,” Swain whispered, “good luck sleeping tonight.”

“I don't think I'm ever going to sleep again,” Mullenix mumbled.

McGrath continued, as more horrific scenes of gore was paraded down the line.

“They then drove to their place of employment: a Papagayos Mexican Restaurant. These two star employees were on the clock for only 53 minutes before they murdered their boss and everyone in the store with kitchen knives. They have been on the run every since.”

“How do we know they're coming here?” Meeker asked, taking a seat on the edge of the conference table.

McGrath answered, “On Thursday night around 20:00, 911 operators at a Southern Star Gas Station near Oxford Mississippi were alerted to a robbery and homicide, and closed circuit cameras in the store captured the Chumway brothers. Two of the men they beat to death inside the store were concealed carry operators who were overwhelmed before they were able to withdraw their weapons. The Chumways stole the weapons and are now considered armed and dangerous....well...more dangerous.”

A few more cops trickled into the conference room from outside, looking pale and cold, shaking off the rain. McGrath paused as they took their place around the room, then continued, “Early Friday morning, around 02:30 we got a bead on to what direction they were heading in when 911 dispatch got word of a robbery at a Dixie Donuts outside Memphis Tennessee. Again surveillance at the location confirmed that the Chumway brothers were perpetrators of the crime. They were tracked to a strip club in the area and then to a motel, but apparently just missed the grasp of Memphis police. Their pursuit was also put off by trick or treating traffic, something I heard you guys had trouble with as well as you were tracking your own psychopath through the town.”

A few of the cops nodded and murmuring in agreement. Agent McGrath paused , rubbing his chin, his eyes clouded over, as if he were lost in his thoughts. After a moment he said, “We have every reason to assume they continued north, and would be entering this vicinity very soon if they continued at their assumed rate of speed. Unfortunately we have no idea what they could be driving now, they keep switching vehicles, but we just need you boys to keep an eye out.”

There was another cough and a few moments of heavy silence. Then Doughboy snapped to attention, his blue eyes wet, and barked: “Sir yes sir.”

The others officers followed suit, but all were less exuberant and most were merely mumbling. Deputy-Sheriff Meeker sat up from the edge of the table and approached Agent McGrath, and placing a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. McGrath gave a half smile, shooting a glance to Meeker and then back to the assembled officers. “Well okay then, we know what to look for, and we'll do our best to nab these sonsabitches.” Meeker extended his hand and McGrath took it.

Officer Mullenix yawned. Officer Ted Mitchum came in to the room with a large WANTED poster of the Chumway brothers. He lifted a stapler and stapled it to the wall next to the whiteboard at the far end of the conference room. Mullenix fixated on their face.

They look so normal, he thought, like just two simple men....two...really normal simple men.

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