All Hallows' Eve: Trickster

Wait.

Hello?

I'm all alone out here.

Now you kids gather around.

In this house,

there is something special going down.

I've got it, hon.

It was Howdy Doody and the Lone Ranger.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all listeners.

Authorities at the Grandville Asylum for criminally insane

are advising of an escaped and dangerous patient.

Rodney Allen Barrett, known to the public

as the Willow Woods Wolfman.

The axe wielding Barrett was deemed criminally insane

and sentenced to the facility for life,

following his arrest for the moonlit reign of terror that

resulted in the deaths of at least 17 persons

from Willow Woods County with more victims suspected.

Sheriff Walton Flynn has instituted an immediate curfew.

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

Bullshit.

You're saying that the Wolfman killed Frank?

Yeah.

- Nah, June did - No way.

That's the way I heard it too.

He was a dick and she killed him.

- Not this lovey-dovey shit. - You're wrong.

I mean, the Wolfman killed her father.

I hardly believe that if her dad died that way,

she would have been too cavalier of replicating axe murder.

What?

June's father was George Harris,

the policeman that Barrett killed in 44.

No, he wasn't.

That's just cheap storytelling.

Next you're gonna tell us Laurie Strode is Michael Myers' sister.

It was her father.

He was Sheriff Flynn's partner back then

and Barrett killed him.

It would be more like...

June, seeing you cowering,

the precipice of death like this, I must say.

You've got your father's eyes.

No, nope. You're full of shit.

Why did the Wolfman come here for them?

Because it's the closest friggin' house to the asylum.

- So it's just a coincidence? - Yes.

The story is that Frank was a real bastard.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all listeners.

Authorities at the Granville Asylum for the criminally insane

are advising of an escaped and dangerous patient.

Rodney Allen Barrett,

known to the public as the Willow Woods Wolfman,

deemed criminally insane

and sentenced to the facility for life,

the public are advised that Barrett

is considered extremely dangerous.

Sheriff Walken Flynn has instituted an immediate curfew.

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

So she kills him in revenge?

Yeah, it's classic.

That isn't classic, it's cliche.

Oh, you won't get behind a good

old-fashioned story of vengeance?

But she's right. You called off my story

for being too sweet or whatever.

But yours is a total rip-off.

It is a bit like a doll through the house.

No way. In and out of the house,

she kills him because she was having an affair.

This is completely different motivation.

Yeah, she's defending herself here.

She's way more well-rounded.

Not really. You overacted

motivated by the man in your story.

She still doesn't have in depth.

Him being a bad person doesn't make her well-rounded.

It's just bad writing.

Okay, I will not take criticism

from a precipice of death, okay?

Now you kids gather around.

Oh, in this house, there is

something special in here.

Attention, all listeners. Attention, all lis--

The Grandville Asylum for criminally insane--

...known to the public as the Willow Woods Wolfman.

The moonlit reign of terror that resulted in the deaths of

at least 17 persons from Will--

Trick or treaters are to return home at once.

So, let's return home at once?

You've gotta come quick, it's my husband.

I just came home and he's been murdered.

It's horrifying.

I think it was that man from the news.

My name is June Marsters and we live at 33 Gibson's Close.

That should be fine, just hurry.

What are you doing?

It's locked or something. I was just hoping...

- Of course. - What?

Spectral transcendentalism.

- I can't even with you sometimes.

What the hell is spectral?

We can like interact with them.

- When I reached out. - He doesn't...

- But if her hand went through it,

how did we knock the axe over?

- I don't know, it seems like a residual haunting

because the residue is getting thicker.

Gross.

You guys, maybe this is a conversation

for when we're not in a freaking haunted house.

Where are you going? - There's a back door.

Does this spectral transmission thing mean they can touch us?

Transcendentalism.

Whatever. Can the axe murderers murder us with axes?

I don't think so. Maybe.

Get down! June, Get down!

Put it down, you son of a bitch!

George, I am so sorry.

It all really happened.

It really happened right here.

What?

The... shit.

I thought... I thought it was just a legend.

Wait, none of you believed it.

Then why the hell did we come here?

It's a creepy old house on Halloween.

Now you kids gather around!

Attention, all listeners! Attention, all listeners!

Get down!

Put it down, you son of a bitch!

- What, is it my breath? - No, I'm just gonna go pee.

Well, hurry back before I go limp.

- Eric, did you get fucking lost?

Better be fucking dead.

Eric!

No!

No! No, no!

- Come on, let's go, sir. Do not fall.

Come on.

- Listen, I want this entire area sealed off.

- Steven, how are we holding up?

- This is why I don't watch horror movies.

- Keep an eye on him. - He's only got one.

Fuck, Kevin.

This is really bad.

Do we have any id on them yet?

- Eric Ambrosio and Michael Emelov.

I mean, we already notified the parents.

- It doesn't look like anything's been taken.

Their wallets, cell phones, everything's still here.

This wasn't a robbery gone wrong.

The multiple stab wounds, escaped in makeup.

The MO is familiar.

Can you call Analytics and have their phone messages checked?

You are...

Yeah, no, I actually left my work phone at home.

- Again? - Yeah, okay, listen, my sister's coming.

She'll be here in a minute. She's bringing it.

- Hey, it's Faye, thanks for calling.

I'm not here right now, so please leave me a message

or just text me,

because I'm probably not gonna listen anyway.

Thanks, bye.

- Hey, Faye, it's your sister.

Listen, so I'm calling from this number

because I left my phone on your counter this morning.

I really need you or mom to bring it to me ASAP, if you can.

When you get here, just stay behind the table, okay?

I'll come out to you.

I'm gonna text you to the address now.

All right, love you both, bye.

Faye!

- Seriously, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver.

I know.

You owe me big time.

To our next coffee date, how about that?

But seriously, get out of here

before you miss your morning class.

Oh, I already missed it, you know, saving your ass and all.

Oh, okay, good.

But you should get back to that.

Yeah, I'm gonna deal with that.

- No, seriously, thank you. - You're welcome.

- I love you. Get out of here. - I love you.

Detective Gaudish.

Oh, good, Wes Burroughs,

author of "The Staten Pretty Face Laying".

So is it him?

- You would love for it to be him, wouldn't you?

Jess.

- Jess! - You know what?

I would like to keep my job, not do yours for you,

so if you'll excuse me.

- Detective O'Neil, how are you?

- So what's Paul doing here? Working on a case?

- Sorry, I think I just lost track of time.

- No worries, I still gotta get heck don't inject

all the hell out of here.

One for the road?