"No, Jamie. Aah, watch out. Watch out, Jamie. You know he's around," Randy mumbles to himself. He sat in the living room and continued to watch Halloween alone. He warned Laurie Strode's actress, Jamie Lee Curtis, as she entered the room Annie was killed in.

"You know–oh. There he is, I told you," Ghostface peers around the corner, creeping into the living room from the kitchen. "I told you, he was right around the corner. Jamie, Jamie. Jamie, look behind you," Randy sat up from his relaxed position, clutching onto a throw pillow.

The killer now stood directly behind him, the only thing separating them being the couch. "Look behind you. Turn around. Behind you. Ah, turn around! Behind you!" Ghostface lifts their arms above their head, grasping their blade's handle with both hands, preparing to harm Randy. "Behind you, Jamie. Jamie, turn around. Oh, God. Yeah, yeah," He says while Laurie Strode screams as Bob Simms' body swings behind her.

"Help me! Help," Ghostface lowers their arms and turns their head toward the door, hearing Sidney's pleas from outside. Sid rushes to the Top Story van and bangs on the door, "Let me in!"

Kenny wakes up from his snoozing state and opens the door for her. She quickly hops in, "The killer's after me! He's in the house," She babbles hastily, closing the van door.

"Where? Wait, there's a camera in the house. Look," Kenny points to the T.V playing delayed footage of Randy yelling at the screen for Jamie to look behind her.

They watch in horror as Ghostface approaches Randy. "Oh my God. No," Sidney whimpers.

"Oh, shit," Kenny mumbles. "Behind you, kid!" He exclaims at the screen.

"Randy!" Sid cries out.

"Behind ya!" Kenny opens the van door, once again, when he sees Ghostface about to strike. He and Sid look at the front door of the house. It was wide open.

Kenny turns back to look at the screen, "Shit."

"What?" Sid asks.

"We're on a 30-second delay," He tells her and turns to face the house again, only for Ghostface to slice his throat open.

Sidney screams, bringing both of her hands to her face. She finds it hard to breathe and rapidly gasps for air.

Kenny chokes on his blood, using his last breath to try and save Sid. "The door," He strained to say, pointing at the very back of the van. He keels over leaving Ghostface an opening to get to the teenage girl.

Sidney comes to her senses and closes the sliding door, but not without Ghostface taking a stab at her. She cries out in pain, clutching her left shoulder as the masked killer attempts to unlock the door. Sid gets on her knees, crawling on the ground through the tech equipment into a narrow opening leading to the back of the van.

Ghostface unlocks the side door as Sid worms her way out, falling onto the ground. She quickly recovers, sprinting away from them. Their mask peaks from the narrow hole, and they slam their hand on the van floor, furious that Sidney got away from them, again.

Dewey and Gale head to the house. The deputy ducks behind his car, pointing his gun and flashlight at the main entrance. He turns to Gale, "Is there a phone in the van?"

"Yeah."

Dewey hands Gale his flashlight, "Lock yourself in it. Call the sheriff for backup."

They go their separate ways, Gale heading for the van and Dewey boldly barging into the house.

"Be careful!" She tells him.

He wildly points his gun at everything in sight as Laurie Strode's screams can be heard from the T.V.

"Niel! Mr. Prescott?" He calls out his name, swinging a closet door open. "Shit!" Dewey's breaths become shaky as he searched the house.

He points his gun in the living room, where the T.V screen depicts Laurie Strode howling as she falls down the stairs. He clears his throat, shaking off his nerves.

Gale runs to the van, "Kenny, I need the cellular!"

She shines the flashlight on the interior. Confused about his whereabouts, she repeats his name.

She steps away from the van, "Kenny!" His name echoes in the vast surroundings.

She turns back to the van only to hear an odd, squelching noise. Her eyes travel down to her flashlight, illuminating the blood on the footboard that dripped onto the concrete. She shuffles her feet in the puddle of blood she stood in, looking around aghast. She grimaces, hopping into the van and closing the door behind her. She grabs the cellular phone, dialing 9-1-1.

An operator answers as Randy suddenly appears next to Gale's window, "What's going on?"

She shrieks, clearly caught off guard, and proceeds to attack him with the phone. She shows him no mercy as he falls to the ground, groaning in pain, and starts up the car. The engine roars, and the headlights beam, revealing the crimson liquid bleeding onto the windshield. Foolishly, Gale tries wiping the windshield from the inside of the car. When that doesn't work, she turns on the windshield wipers, and they do nothing but smear the blood further.

"Oh, God," She says, scared out of her wits. She frantically shifts the gear into reverse and puts pressure on the gas pedal. She abruptly steps on the breaks and shrills at the sight of the windshield. Kenny's dead body shifts ever so slightly onto the top of the windshield.

She steps on the gas pedal, driving in a half-circle. Her cameraman's body slides closer to the edge of the car with her increased speed.

"Oh, God, Kenny. I'm so sorry but get off my fucking windshield!"

His body finally flies off, crashing into the fence. Gale smiles in victory and keeps her eyes on his body until she remembers to focus on the road.

Sid appears on the road ahead of the van. She waves her arms, showing her bloodied hands, "Stop!"

The van's headlights briefly cascade Sidney's form as Gale swerves away from her. Everything happened so fast she couldn't slow down or step on the breaks.

The van collided with the fence and went straight through it. It continued past the road separated by the aforementioned fence and glided onto the grass, where it inevitably stopped by crashing into a tree.

"Oh, God!" Gale shrieks, and then all became silent.

Sidney gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

Truth be told, she wasn't in much better shape. Splotches of her own blood littered her face and coated her fringe. Goosebumps covered her arms at the chilling sensation the blood provided. It blotted her clothes inconsistently, soaking through the fabric. The sticky substance latched onto her skin uncomfortably.

She made her way further down the road, steadily approaching the house.

"Dewey! Dewey, where are you?" Her desperate pleas for help echo around her. "Dewey!" She cries out as the front door opens. She watches as Dewey weakly opens it, holding onto the doorframe.

"Sidney?"

She rushes over to him but stops when he falls to his knees. He grabs onto one of the porch columns to break his fall but ends up curled on the floor regardless. With his back exposed to her, she could see the blade sticking out of it.

"Dewey!" A sob escapes her mouth. Her only hope to escape the murderer now lay dead in front of her.

That marked him as the second person to die in front of her that night.

Ghostface steps into the doorway, revealing themself to Sidney. They wretch the knife out of Dewey, back into their hands.

Sidney stumbles back, making a break for Dewey's squad car. She ran around the front of the car, scurrying into the driver's seat. For whatever reason, Dewey left the car unlocked, so Sid hurriedly locks the passenger door to prevent Ghostface from getting in. They still tried prying it open using the door handle, which caused the car to shake.

Sidney rushes to lock the door next to her and cranks the window shut when they pace to the driver's side. She does so right on time as the masked killer reaches her side. Her hand darts to the key ignition to start the car, but alas, the keys aren't there.

"Shit!" She slams her hand onto the dashboard.

Ghostface, who had watched the entire ordeal, taps the window glass with their knife. They dangle the keys, tantalizing her.

Sidney's face fell. She held onto the door lock, hoping they wouldn't unlock the door with the keys, when, all of a sudden, they were gone. They had ducked down, vanishing out of sight, which terrified Sidney to lengths she hadn't felt before.

She tilts her head closer to the window, looking down to try and find them but to no avail. The passenger door unlocks with a clicking noise. She firmly locks it, slipping into the next seat. She frantically monitors her surroundings through her rasping breaths, failing to check behind her.

The trunk door slowly rose up while Sidney was distracted from having to re-lock the other door again.

A voice unexpectedly spoke from the police radio, "7825, suspect at 105 North Avenue 52."

Sidney picks up the scanner's microphone, almost choking on her spit as she prepares to request aid. "Hello, help me, please. I'm at Stu Macher's house on Turner Lane. It's 261 Turner Lane. Please, he's going to try and kill me."

Ghostface pounces from the backseat, making their attack. Gloved hands attach to Sid's throat. The awkward angle made it difficult to keep a steady grip, successfully choking her for a few seconds before she fought back. Her resilience was starting to piss them off.

Sidney turns in her seat, head leaning on the passenger window as she shot her legs out. She managed to get in some good kicks onto the masker killer. Taking advantage of their weakened state, Sid opens the car door, falling to the ground for the second time that night. She rolls over, scampering onto the pebble path trailing to the house. She stops in her tracks, turning around to see if they were still pursuing her. Eerily enough, there was no sign of them. The vacant squad car remained untouched besides the trunk and passenger doors remaining open.