Night of Something Strange Page #5

What was the address on

that location, again?

- [Dispatcher] 713 Brandel

Road, so roger that.

- [Officer] Yeah, roger

that, I'm on location.

I don't see any

signs of disturbance.

(low growling)

- Come on, come on, little

Freddy, let's get outta here.

Yeah, I'm not gay, I'm not gay,

this could happen

to anybody, right?

Oh, what am I gonna

tell my priest?

Oh, f***.

(banging on door)

Who is it?

- [Officer] Police, open up.

- Really?

- [Officer] Yeah,

really, open the door.

- Just a minute.

- [Officer] Sir, open the door.

- [Freddy] Just one more second.

- [Officer] Open the door, now.

Open the door, now!

- I'm kinda busy right now.

If you'll leave your name,

your number at the tone,

I'll be sure to get back to

you as soon as possible, beep.

- [Officer] Alright, sir,

I'm gonna give you a count

of three and then I'm

gonna kick the door in.

One.

- Hold on, one minute.

- [Officer] Two.

Three!

(door clangs)

What's goin' on in here?

- Nothin' man, we

were just sleepin'.

- Sir.

- Sir, he's dead tired.

(sighs)

(sniffs)

(clears throat)

Why are you guys

so close together?

- Um, we just

finished, you know.

- (chuckling) You guys from

like California or something?

- No, man, we're just

headed towards the beach

and we just stopped

here for the night.

- Yeah, well what

happened to your head?

- I got caught on a zipper?

- Did you guys hear any other

kind of noises or anything?

Like screams or somethin'?

- [Freddy] Besides us?

No, not really.

- Well, how 'bout you

keep it down, then, huh?

- Yes, Sir, thank you.

(Jason moans)

- What was that?

- Nothin', he's just

having a bad dream.

Isn't that right, baby?

(kisses) Oh, come

on, go to sleep.

- You guys just be safe.

- You too, sir,

have a good night.

How could I think your

balls were two clits?

(suspenseful string music)

- Freeze!

- Thank God, officer.

- Why don't you put that

gun down, right now.

- Yo, he's Dirk.

- Quiet!

- Your gun, sir.

- Okay.

I'm putting it down.

- We're the ones

that called you, Sir.

- [Dirk] Nice and

easy, here you go.

- [Christine] Someone or

something is trying to kill us.

- Back away slowly.

Keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

- Why aren't you

listening to us?

- Miss.

Hands where I can see 'em.

(whistles)

Hey, Dispatch.

- Sir?

- [Dispatcher] Go for dispatch.

- Dispatch, yeah,

I'm over at the motel

and I don't know what the

hell's goin' on over here.

Yeah. Miss!

Back up, stay vertical.

- Zombies is what's going on!

You mother-f***ing prick.

So tell them to send for

the f***ing SWAT team

and bring your

mother-f***ing Army.

- Christine?

- And, between all of those

fucks, tell them to pray

for a f***ing

miracle that I don't

shove a fireball up your ass!

- Christine!

- What!

- Young lady, do not move!

- Sir?

- This...

- Sir?

- What?

- Behind you.

(music swells)

- What the f***?

(rhythmic breathing)

Yo, put that sh*t away.

(measured growling)

- Hey, freeze!

(sustained growl)

(officer screaming)

- I'm never jerking off again.

(officer screaming)

(flesh sizzling)

(Freddy grunting)

- Oh, what the f***?

What the f***,

this sucks so bad.

Worst spring break, ever.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Jason, what the f*** dude?

What the f***?

Stop.

What the f***.

No.

Jason, what the f***, man?

(strident musical vocalization)

Jason, what the f***

are you doin' man?

Jason, stop.

Jason.

No, Jason!

You will not go out that door.

No, I will not be

seen like this.

No! Stop it!

You're not gonna make me gay!

No, Jason, stop!

Stop!

(forceful grunting)

Ah, I'm not gonna die like this.

I'm not gonna die like this.

(pained grunts)

(bones cracking)

- [Dirk] Come on

- Come on, the keys, the keys.

Come on, the keys!

I'm f***ed!

(muted screams)

(ferocious yowls)

(weapon firing)

(glass squeaking)

(thuds)

- Run! Run!

(snarling)

(weapon firing)

(pained grunts)

(thrumming percussive music)

(whimpering)

- Wake up!

Pam?

(slow piano melody)

(squelching chomp)

(struggling groans)

(stomping thuds)

(terrified whimpers)

(muted footsteps)

(aggressive growl)

(discordant instrumental melody)

(demonic vocalization)

(choking)

(squelching flesh)

- F*** me.

- You've been f***ed.

(weapon fires)

(hysterical whimpers)

(metallic thud)

(horrified whimpers)

- You okay?

- Yeah.

(rattling)

(wet squelch)

Thank you.

- You know, it's a

good night for America.

- What?

(metallic clang)

(pained groans)

(weapon fires)

(water running)

(metallic clang)

(squelch)

(creepy jangling instrumental)

(muffled screams)

(muffled screams)

- Now, I don't know what you

kids want here, but I like it.

I feel you.

(maniacal laughter)

You know what I could

go for right now?

I could go for some

fresh finger food.

(screams increasing)

How 'bout you, honey?

- One each!

- Everybody sucks.

(screaming increases)

What the hell?

(furious growling)

(squelches)

- Shoot him in the brains!

(weapon fires)

Shoot him in the other brain.

(weapon fires)

(long pained groan)

(inhuman lyrical groaning)

(wet squelch)

Come on!

(triumphant instrumental)

(electronic buzz)

C'mon, gimme the keys, go!

Let's check the f*** out.

(suspenseful orchestral melody)

- [Both] No, no, no.

(growling)

(screaming)

- F*** you, b*tch.

(pained screaming)

(heavy percussive orchestration)

- Penis, penis,

penis, I want penis.

Penis in my butt, I want

penis in my butt, in my

(thuds)

- F***er!

(screaming)

(both screaming)

(uptempo violin melody)

- I wanna go home.

- I'll drive.

(doors slam)

(mellow instrumental)

(jangling discord)

(mellow guitar)

- Hey, I just wanted

to say thank you.

- You're welcome

And hey, thanks for ah

(kissing)

(hawk cries)

Oh my God!

- What?

What is it?

(ominous melody)

What did you do to me?

- I didn't know!

I must be immune.

- Stay away from me!

- Christine!

Christine!

- Stay away from me, you stay a

(screeching thud)

- Are you one a them?

Are you one of them?

- No.

- [Woody] Oh, sh*t!

(weapons firing)

Was she one of them?

She was pretty.

- Yeah, she was.

- Where you headed?

- South.

That's where my family is.

- We just came from south,

man, it's f***in' chaos.

- F***ers are everywhere.

- Is there anyone left?

- A few.

Where you goin'?

- South.

- [Eugene] Didn't you hear

what we just said, man?

Ain't nothin' down there.

- I'll take my chances.

- [Eugene] What exactly

do you think you gonna do?

- Earth just Googled hero,

and I came up number one.

What the

(crunch)

And there was nothin'

left to do but die.

But now I think

I see the light

I think I see the light

Through the crack in my coffin

I think I see the light

I think I see the light

I think I see the light

And my soul is

gonna be alright

Because I think

I see the light

I think I see the light

Through the crack in my coffin

I think I see the light

I think I see the light

I think I see the light

And my soul is

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