SUPER: OCTOBER 31, 2019
PITCH DARK.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
INT. ARCADIA HIGH SCHOOL ALLEY - DUSK
SYDNEY, 19, emerges from the music building.
Stops and looks around.
PUMPKINS on the ground.
EXT. PARKING LOT
CLOSED eyes.
BACKPACK in one hand.
MARCHING BAND UNIFORM in the other.
She drags her FEET.
Toward the LONE CIVIC by the gate.
Unlocking the trunk, she loads her stuff.
Closing the trunk, "EDWARD CULLEN", 19, pops up.
JOLTS her.
                             JON
                Boo!
He grins.
                           SYDNEY
                     (hand on the chest)
                JON... You scared me--
                             JON
                My bad... no trick-or-treating
                tonight?
Sighing, she shakes her head.
                           SYDNEY
                Super busy. Super tired. Gotta
                get up super early for the com-
                petition.
                             JON
                I'm sorry.
                           SYDNEY
                The first time in thirteen years.
                No Halloween, no white lady
                costumes with my sister.
                             JON
                According to legend, if you skip
                Halloween, your previous costume
                will haunt you.
He smiles and winks.
                           SYDNEY
                       (slaps his arm)
                Stop it...
She smiles.
                             JON
                Say hello to the lady in white
                for me please--
                           SYDNEY
                Jon...!
She slaps his arm again.
Giggling, she pinches him playfully.
                             JON
                           (laughs)
                Aw aw...
They laugh together.
CAR HONK.
Both turn.
Across the street, MAY's getting out of her black BMW Coupe.
Dressed as "BELLA SWAN".
                             JON
                       (half-whispers)
                Gotta leave now. Mmm... bye...
                          SYDNEY
                      (half-whispers)
                You and...
Sydney and Jon STARE at each other.
                             JON
                Syd...
She's not responding.
                             JON
                      (half-whispers)
                Break a leg...
Lowering her face, she nods.
He heads to the gate.
                           SYDNEY
                Jon...
He pauses and turns around.
                          SYDNEY
                Happy Halloween...
                             JON
                Happy Halloween.
She stands STILL.
Watching him enter May's car. Vanish.
TEARS fill her eyes.
FIVE MINUTES LATER
INT. BEDROOM - DUSK
Through the window, an unknown viewer WATCHES Sydney park her car.
Open the trunk. Unload her belongings.
EXT. PORCH - DUSK
Sydney unlocks the front door.
Peers into the dark living room.
Steps in.
INT. LIVING ROOM - DUSK
She locks the front door. Turns around.
SCREAMS.
A PALE WOMAN with long black hair and white gown is standing in front of her.
                          LIZBETH
                Happy Halloween, my little
                sister...
She GRINS from ear to ear.
                           SYDNEY
                        (pushes her)
                Che...!! You, son of a witch!
                          LIZBETH
                Uh oh...! My baby is scared!
                Chu chu...
                          SYDNEY
                I have a competition first thing
                in the morning, Che! You'll
                gimme a nightmare tonight!
                          LIZBETH
                Alright, okay! Go hit the sack
                now. I'll be home at dawn.
                           SYDNEY
                Halloween from dusk 'til dawn?
                But, you'll still go watch me play,
                right Che?
                          LIZBETH
                Yosh! I'll be there at one with
                EMILY. Mata ne...
Smiling, she touches Sydney's cheek.
She watches her older sister step out.
Disappear.
INT. HALLWAY
Sydney walks down the dark corridor.
Enters an open room.
Approaches A BUNK BED.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
On the upper bunk, A LEG kicks the blankets off.
"3:00 Friday, November 1" on the iPhone.
Sydney rolls OUTWARD.
Her eyes POP OUT of the head.
Lizbeth's seen LYING DOWN on the lower bunk.
Eyes WIDE OPEN.
ALL INTACT. Long black hair, white gown, and pale skin makeup.
Sydney lowers her body.
HER HEAD.
                           SYDNEY
                      (half-whispers)
                Che...! You're back already?
STARING at her little sister, Lizbeth's unresponsive.
                          SYDNEY
                       (half-whispers)
                What happened, Che?
She's still and silent.
                           SYDNEY
                      (half-whispers)
                Halloween gone wrong?
KEEPING eye contact, her sister still doesn't respond.
Sydney smiles and waves with her fingers.
                          SYDNEY
                      (half-whispers)
                Go to sleep, white lady. There's
                always next Halloween. By the
                way, I like your jasmine perfume.
Yawning, Sydney stretches her arms.
Pulls her blanket up.
Tucks herself in.
INT. BEDROOM - DAWN
Through the WINDOW, the sun breaks above the ground.
"SCPA" and "WGI" medals on the wall.
Many framed AWARDS.
Sydney's reflection on the lighted vanity mirror.
In her marching band UNIFORM.
Her EYES staring at the mirror's corner.
A PHOTO of her and Jon in their uniform with medals.
Sydney turns her head and smiles.
Lizbeth's still asleep.
Turning back, long black hair FLIES ACROSS the mirror.
Sydney SCREAMS.
Lizbeth laughs HARD from her bed.
                          SYDNEY
                Che...!! You mother father!
                Don't throw your freakin' wig
                at me!
                          LIZBETH
                          (yawns)
                Can't sleep...! Emily said I fell
                asleep there at one and woke
                up at five.
                           SYDNEY
                Che...! Were you drunk? You
                came home before three! I
                saw you... I talked to you!
                Your prank's not funny--
                          LIZBETH
                Go ask Emily. She drove me
                home this morning but you're
                still asleep. Your revenge prank's
                lame.
                          SYDNEY
                I knew it, Che! Nice try...
They STARE at each other.
Pointing at each other, they burst out LAUGHING together.
Sydney checks her iPhone.
                           SYDNEY
                Gotta vamoose, Che!
                          LIZBETH
                Gotta snooze, Syd. Japanese
                class at ten... Ja ne!
She rolls INWARD.
                          SYDNEY
                     (waves to the wig)
                Adios, itchy witchy!
                          LIZBETH
                Ganbare!
                          SYDNEY
                Later!
INT. HALLWAY - DAWN
Sydney dashes down the quiet and dim corridor.
Steps into the living room.
SCREAMS at the top of her lungs.
A white gown and long black hair are hanging behind the front door.
                          SYDNEY
                Che...!! I hate you!!
From her bedroom Lizbeth's heard LAUGHING like a witch.
EXT. FRONT YARD
Sydney rushes out to her car.
Opens its door.
                         EMILY (O.S.)
                Good morning, Sydney!
She spins around.
GASPS.
Smiling, Emily waves from her Jeep.
From the passenger's side, LIZBETH gets out.
CARRYING her white gown and long black wig.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
"3:00 Friday, November 1" on her iPhone.
Sydney's eyes SNAP OPEN.
She's gasping for air.
Looking around.
Her eyes and nostrils WIDEN.
Gradually, she TURNS her head to look at the lower bunk.
NOBODY.
She takes a breather.
Sitting on her bed, she gently STROKES the back of her neck.
As the bunk bed is viewed from outside the open door, a woman with long black hair, a white gown, and pale skin is seen.
FLOATING between the upper and lower bunk.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
