Every Day Is Halloween 6: Fade Into Flesh
by William D. Tucker
dimly remembered trailer from the early 1990s
logo for an independent distributor zaps in from four corners of the frame
something like 'Montage Sunset' or 'Sunkissed Pictures' or something to that effect
eerie electronic drumbeat as we zoom in on a bewildered teenage boy's face amidst drawing room settings
a middle aged man-the teen's father?-reaches out to the camera as uniformed men drag him away
a flash of light
the teenage boy grabs the sides of his head
a silhouette is seen outlined against a blazing light
electronic roaring sneaks up on the drumbeat
a psycho hand holds a wicked blade aloft
a movie detective puts his feet up on a desk as he takes a drag on a cigarette indoors
an angry mob of suburban husbands and wives jeer and shout into the camera from above
the teen's father lies on the ground bruised and beaten
a respectable looking man in an ultramodern home reels from an unseen assailant knocking over an abstract sculpture as he stumbles
a psycho set of black-gloved hands caresses a shining blade
the light from the blade hits the stumbling man right in the eyes
the teen's father begs up at the camera
a yuppie bastard laughs as he splashes gasoline from a red can onto the camera
freeze frame on a cruel laughing face through the twisting fall of fuel
a rising electronic howl
as we cut to a zoom into the face of the teen holding his hands to his ears
movie detective stalks the labyrinthine darkness of an abandoned mannequin factory, service revolver in his fist
movie detective stands with his hands in his pockets as a lingerie clad informant makes eyes at the cop from a chaise lounge
a psycho hand holds a wicked blade aloft, catching the light just so
the lingerie clad informant gets a blast of blade light in the eyes
movie detective aims his service revolver directly into the camera
zoom into a hateful obsessive eye peering at us from the unzipped eyehole of a fetish leather mask
the hateful eye flashes solar
horribly burnt hands close themselves into gory fists
teen holds hands to ears
the hateful eye flashes solar
movie detective catches the lightblast right in the eyes as he fires his service revolver directly into the camera
the gunshot echoes and echoes
the electronic roar howls and howls
we see the back of the teenage boy as he stands before a blazing fire somewhere in suburbia
cruel neighbor faces stare back at him from across the fire
title card zooms into us with a metallic crash
FADE INTO FLESH
movie detective takes a puff on his cigarette,
smiles,
says,
"It was such a lovely little neighborhood, you know?"
quick burst of credits
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Rated R
-October 2018
Copyright 2018 by William D. Tucker. All rights reserved.
