Krampus Unleashed Page #5

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It's Bonnie Tyler,

you gotta let me in!

- [Voiceover] The noise?

- You expectin' somebody?

- No.

- [Bonnie] Mr. Henderson,

please open the door!

Please open the door!

(banging)

Mr. Henderson,

please open the door!

Please open the door!

Please let me in!

- Bonnie, are you okay.

- You gotta call 911 right now.

- What, why?

- Please just let me in!

- [Will] What's goin' on?

- Something attacked us

and now James is dead.

- Bonnie, why are you

dressed in a bathrobe?

- [Bonnie] You got a land line?

- Yeah, it's right

through the kitchen.

(Bonnie gasping)

- Damn it, pick up,

pick up, pick up.

(phone beeps)

- Two sheets, guys?

Really?

All right, I'm comin'.

(phone beeps)

South Tower 911, what

is your emergency?

- Yes, you gotta send help.

I, I'm at my neighbor's.

Um, I've been attacked

by some kind of creature,

and now my boyfriend is dead.

- Come again, ma'am?

You said a creature

killed your boyfriend?

- I fired a ton of buckshot

but it just kept coming.

- Everything okay out here?

- Okay.

And what is your name

and location, ma'am?

- [Voiceover] Bonnie Tyler.

614 North Desert Vista Drive.

- Okay, Bonnie, got it.

Now just stay on

the line with me.

- Well are you sending someone?

Call Trooper Shelling,

he's a friend of mine.

- Dad, you gotta see this.

- Not now, Tommy.

- But, Dad.

- Dale, where are you going?

- I'm gonna go out and

take a look around.

- I'll come with you, Dale.

- No, sweetie, I don't

think that's the best idea.

- It's okay, Amber.

I'll make sure he

doesn't get killed.

- You be careful

yourself out there, Dale.

- Well wait for me.

- Why?

- [David] So I can

stop you from shooting

the first thing that moves.

(gun c*cks)

- 111, this is dispatch.

You got your ears on?

- This is 111, go for, dispatch.

- Hey, Dan, I got

a weird one for ya.

- What's that?

- Woman claims her

boyfriend was attacked

by some kind of

creature or somethin',

animal of some kind I guess.

- Okay, have you called

in search and rescue?

- Not yet.

Could be a crank.

Thought you might wanna

check it out for yourself

before I call in the cavalry.

- Okay, ten-four.

Hey, what's the 20?

- Uh,

614 North Desert Vista Drive.

- Wait, that, that's

Bonnie Tyler's place.

- Yeah.

She said she was

a friend of yours.

- Okay, ten-four,

stand by, dispatch,

I'm on my way.

(siren wails)

(crunching footsteps)

(eerie instrumental music)

- Shine that light over there.

- You see something?

- (sighs) No.

I can't see or

hear a damn thing.

- That's good, right?

- No, it's like somethin'

scared everything off

of this damn mountain.

- Hey, Dale, I think we

should go back to the house.

- Yeah, Dad, I'm with

Will on this one.

(growling)

- Did you hear that?

(dramatic instrumental music)

(heartbeat pulses)

Quiet.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

I got somethin'.

- [David] What is that?

(eerie instrumental music)

- Is that cow tracks?

- Have you ever seen a

damned two-legged cow?

- [Will] All right, this

is gettin' really spooky.

We need to go back to the house.

- [Dale] Yeah, I

think you're right.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(roaring)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- The house is this way.

Dad!

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(roaring)

(exciting instrumental music)

(fleshy squishing)

Will!

Oh God!

(exciting instrumental music)

(gun clicks)

(exciting instrumental music)

(fleshy thunk)

(groaning)

(intestines splatter)

(moaning)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- [Fiona] Mom, what's going on?

- Uh, we don't quite

know yet, sweetheart.

- Who's she?

And where's Daddy?

(door slams)

(David gasping)

- We gotta get outta here!

- Where's Will and your father?

- They, they're gone, Mom.

- What, what does that

mean, "they're gone"?

- Look, we gotta get

everybody in the cars

and get out of here.

- No, David, hold on!

Where is my husband?

- Everyone, please.

- Where is Will?

- They're dead!

Okay?

Both of them ripped to shreds

by whatever that is out there!

- What?

No, no way.

- I'm on the phone

with the police.

- That's great, but trust me,

we don't wanna stay here.

- We're safer here

than we are out there.

- And we'd be safer still

going 100 miles an hour

away from this place, come on!

- I am not leaving here

without your father.

- Me neither.

- Dad is dead!

Okay, Mom?

Him and Will both!

- I'll get Troy.

- [Grandma] Get out

of the way, David.

- What are you doing?

- Get out of my way, David.

- No.

What is your name?

- [Bonnie] Bonnie.

- Bonnie, you saw this thing.

Will you please tell

my mother and sister

how bad an idea it is to go

lookin' around out there?

- He's right.

If he saw the same

thing that attacked us,

it's too late.

- Hello?

Ma'am?

Are you still there?

- Yeah, I'm here, um,

but two other people

have gone missing.

- I heard a lot of shouting.

Make sure everyone

stays in the house.

Secure all your

doors and windows,

but don't leave.

Help is on the way.

- I'll try.

- I gotta find Daddy.

- Move!

- [David] Mom! Tommy!

Amber, Fiona, get over here!

(siren wails)

(crickets chirp)

(dark instrumental music)

- 111 requestin' back-up.

We're gonna need a

cadaver unit out here.

(crickets chirp)

- Dale!

- Will?

Daddy!

- Dad?

We've gotta find Daddy.

- Tommy, come back here!

- Dale, where are you?

(phone chatters)

- Hey.

(phone chatters)

Troy!

- The f***, Dad?

- Unbelievable.

Are you this disconnected

from reality?

All hell is breaking

loose out there

and you're playing

your stupid game!

- Whatever.

- Move!

Now!

- All right, enough

with the yelling.

- Car's leavin' in 30 seconds

and you're gonna be in it.

- [Troy] Sh*t!

(eerie instrumental music)

- Amber!

(growling)

Tommy!

Dale!

(ominous instrumental music)

(thudding footsteps)

(growling)

(screaming)

(fleshy thunk)

- These are mine but I

think they'll fit you.

- Thank you.

- Okay, baby, go get your stuff.

We'll leave, okay?

- [Viv] 'Kay.

- Fiona, you're gonna

come with us, okay?

- The police want

us to stay here.

- Well that's because

they have no idea

what they're dealing with.

Do they?

- F*** it.

We're leaving.

- No, ma'am,

do not leave the premises.

I have to insist ya

stay on the line.

Hello?

(phone beeps)

(dial tone drones)

Sh*t.

- F***, where's Troy?

Troy!

- Comin'.

Damn.

- Dad, Grandpa?

- Tommy, you stay close to me!

(dramatic instrumental flourish)

- What is that?

(dark instrumental music)

- No, Tommy!

- Dad?

- We have to go.

Now.

(screaming)

(growling)

(screaming)

- Mom?

- Run, Tommy, run! (weeping)

Run!

(growling)

(screaming)

- Mom!

Amber!

Tommy!

Where's your grandma

and your mom?

- Okay, buddy, you come with us.

- Where's Mom and Grandma?

- That all you guys?

- [Fiona] Yeah.

- Now we gotta use

gas guzzlers again.

(engine cranks)

(tires crunch)

(tires screech)

Sh*t!

(engine rumbles)

- Slow down, you're

going too fast.

(exciting instrumental music)

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