Sunday, October 10, 2010


Amy grabs Jenn and pushes her into the adjacent washroom. Once they are both inside, Amy quickly locks the door. They both lean on it, as the KILLER tries to break it down. It is rattling in its frame, but it appears to be holding for the moment.

Amy: We have to call the police! Where’s your phone?
Jenn: In my jacket pocket!

As Jenn keeps herself braced against the door, as Amy pulls out the phone from Jenn’s pocket. She dials 911 and after a few seconds, someone comes on the line.

911: 911, what is your emergency?
Amy: Help! Someone's trying to kill us!
911: Please call down, ma'am. Where are you?
Amy: Uh, Oakdale, Pallatine is the street. (to Jenn) What’s the address?!
Jenn: 248 I think.
Amy: It’s 248!
911: I'm sending an officer now, can you stay on the line with me?
Amy: Please hurry!

The banging suddenly stops.

Amy: He's stopped.
911: Where are you right now?
Amy: Me and my friend are locked in the washroom.
911: Okay, just stay there. What's your name, ma'am?
Amy: Amy.
911: Okay, Amy. I'm Crystal. Just stay where you are, a patrol car is on the way.
Amy: (crying) He killed everyone.
911: Don't think about that right now, just try to stay calm. Is this person still in the house?
Amy: I don't know.
911: Are either of you hurt?
Amy: (to Jenn) Are you ok?
Jenn: I think so.
Amy: We're okay, just please hurry.
911: There should be an officer there soon, just stay where you are.

There is a huge crack on the other side of the door. The KILLER has found an axe.

Amy & Jenn scream.

Amy: He's coming in!!!
911: Amy, please stay calm.

Jenn is screaming with her hands to her ears. Amy drops the phone and hugs her tight. The KILLER is quickly smashing his way through the door. The sound of police sirens can be heard in the distance. Suddenly, everything stops. Eventually, the sound of police entering the house can be heard and then knocking on what's left of the door.

Police: Hello? Amy? It's the police. It's safe to come out now.

Amy & Jenn continue to rock back and forth in each other's arms, curled up against the shattered washroom door.