Fan Fiction
Splatterhouse:
The Movie
by: J. Decker
This is the script for a FanFilm my friends and I
attempted to make. It sort of fell apart when we
realized we didn't have the needed computer resources
and when someone ended up moving to Wisconsin, but
hopefully it can still bring some enjoyment to all
you Splatterhouse fans out there. It was originally
intended to be a prequel, explaining the origin of
The Mask. But, when I found some literature
explaining the origin, I decided it should be a
sequel, instead. It actually coincides with the
Splatterhouse Movie Poster you can find in the FanArt
section. That's why the guy in the mask has long
hair, and we all know Rick doesn't. Well, hopefully
you will enjoy it. And, muchos gracias to everybody
who helped me out with this. I’d mention your
names, but I haven’t gotten your permission for
it. But, hell, you know who you are.
-- J. Decker,
-- KISSman83@aol.com
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CHARACTERS:
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JIM - The main
character, bassist for the band "Mr. Jeckyl and Dr.
Hyde."
RON - The guitar and vocals for the band.
FRANK - Lead guitar for the band.
ANGELA - JIM's girlfriend.
DARKNESS - An Insta-Goth.
SPOOKY - Another Insta-Goth.
ZOMBIES - Zombies.
GRAVEKEEPER - The caretaker for the
graveyard.
MASK - The Terror Mask.
EDGAR - A paranormal investigator.
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ACT ONE, SCENE ONE
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(We open on JIM,
RON, and FRANK
rehearsing in a garage. ANGELA
sits in the corner and watches, obviously bored, but
trying to appease 'the guys.' They finish their song, and
set down their instruments)
RON: You know what would really help? SOME FRIGGIN'
DRUMS!
FRANK: Well, we wouldn't need drums if Jim could keep the
rhythym...
JIM: Both of you, shut up. We just need to practice more.
Maybe if you guys weren't always hung over...
(They continue to bicker)
ANGELA: Um, guys?
(They don't hear her)
ANGELA: Guys?
(Still not listening)
ANGELA: GUYS! SHUT UP!
RON, FRANK, JIM: What?!
ANGELA: (points out of the garage) Insta-Goths.
JIM: Aw, crap! Shut the door!
(RON runs over the the button and presses it
frantically. It doesn't work)
RON: Just pull it shut!
(FRANK runs to the door, but it's too late. The
Insta-Goths enter)
DARKNESS: What's up, guys?
SPOOKY: Playing music? Is it Evil? We're Evil, you know.
JIM: Go away.
DARKNESS: So, how's the band doing? You gonna be rich
soon? I always told people my friend Frank would be rich
one day.
FRANK: Get lost.
SPOOKY: Aww, come on. We were gonna invite you guys to
the graveyard. We're gonna do an Evil ritual to raise the
dead. It's gonna be cool. Evil is good.
RON: What part of f--
DARKNESS: We have beer!
RON, FRANK: Beer?!
RON: Maybe we could use a break...
FRANK: Yeah, a drink would help, I think.
JIM (to himself): ...morons...
ANGELA: I think I'll go, too.
JIM: Alright, I'll come along. I suppose I should make
sure you guys don't do anything TOO stupid...
(They all depart for the graveyard)
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ACT ONE, SCENE TWO
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(We open on the group sitting in a graveyard. It's
dusk, the headstones are casting long shadows. RON and
FRANK are drinking, SPOOKY and DARKNESS are looking
through some notebooks, and JIM and ANGELA are sitting by
themselves, talking)
ANGELA: What's wrong, Jim?
JIM: I just don't think that these guys are as serious
about the band as I am...
ANGELA: Well, why don't you leave? Start another band
with some more serious musicians?
JIM: I can't just leave the guys... We're like brothers.
We've been friends since pre-school. It just seems wrong
to ditch them after so long.
ANGELA: Well, they really seem to be holding you back...
I know you really want to be a musician, but I just don't
think that they do, too.
JIM: Well, what do I tell them? Is it like breaking up
with someone? Do I tell them it's time we play with
someone else?
ANGELA: I don't know, Hon...
JIM: ...
(They sit silent for some time. RON and FRANK
continue drinking, the sun continues setting, SPOOKY and
DARKNESS continue reading. The sun finally sets, and
SPOOKY and DARKNESS start a bonfire)
JIM (noticing the fire): What are these guys
up to?
ANGELA (looks over): I don't know. I guess this
is their "Evil Ritual."
(SPOOKY and DARKNESS begin to chant in a long-dead
language as they dance around the fire. RON looks over,
laughs. FRANK gets up and staggers over towards the fire.)
FRANK (slurring): Wha' daya guys think yer
doin'?
SPOOKY (casting a glance at DARKNESS): It's the
ritual we talked about.
FRANK: Looks like a mosh-pit... Hey, Ron! C'mere!
DARKNESS: The more, the merrier...
RON (walking towards the fire): Wow, man, cool...
Fire...
(DARKNESS and SPOOKY look at each other and grin.
They both pull knives out of their sleeves and strike RON
and FRANK with them. ANGELA screams)
JIM: What in the hell?! (he gets up)
DARKNESS: From the flaming ash of the newly dead, we
command the service of the unholy! (he throws RON
into the fire)
SPOOKY: From the flaming ash of the newly dead, we
command the service of the unholy! (he throws FRANK
into the fire)
JIM: Who the f*ck do you think you are! (he reaches
the fire, and punches DARKNESS in the jaw)
SPOOKY: It's too late! Our ritual is finished! Soon the
undead will rise, and we will destroy you!
(Smoke begins to rise from the fire. A dark cloud
forms in the sky. Lightning strikes the fire. RON and
FRANK climb to their feet)
JIM: Oh, God... (he staggers backwards)
DARKNESS: They're still alive?!
SPOOKY: No, look! Their eyes! They're ours now!
(Lightning begins to wildly strike headstones. The
ground parts, and more ZOMBIES rise from their graves)
DARKNESS: My unholy! I command you, KILL this man!
SPOOKY: Yes, KILL!
DARKNESS (points at SPOOKY): Yes... Kill...
(The ZOMBIES crowd around SPOOKY)
SPOOKY: What?! NO! Kill HIM! (points at DARKNESS)
You obey me, too! KILL HIM!
(The ZOMBIES crowd around DARKNESS. RON and FRANK
continue after JIM, and ANGELA stands in the background,
panicked and screaming.)
JIM: What the hell is this? ANGELA! RUN!
(RON and FRANK begin to claw at JIM. The ZOMBIES
begin to take SPOOKY and DARKNESS down into a crowd of
undead. SPOOKY and DARKNESS scream, and then fall silent.
The crowd of ZOMBIES begins to head after JIM. We see
SPOOKY and DARKNESS laying on the ground, torn and bloody.
Then they rise and stagger towards JIM. ANGELA falls
silent, and stares on in total shock and disbelief)
JIM: ANGELA! RUN! Get HELP!
(JIM and the ZOMBIES begin to fight. At first, it
seems as though he may win. He kicks and punches, and the
ZOMBIES fall to the ground. They form a circle around him
and begin to close in on him. We see RON walk back to the
fire and grab a burning branch. He swings it at JIM,
misses, hits another ZOMBIE and sets it on fire. The
flaming ZOMBIE staggers towards JIM, falls on him,
knocking him to the ground. He dissappears in the middle
of the ZOMBIE crowd, and they close in on him. ANGELA
faints. We fade to black)
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ACT TWO, SCENE ONE
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(We open in a small room. A small lantern casts a
dim light over the scene. JIM is laying on a table, and
an old man shuffles around the place, muttering to
himself. After a short while, JIM awakens and sits up. We
only see him from behind)
JIM (woozy, holding his head): Whe... What
happened? Angela!
GRAVEKEEPER (turns to JIM): I don't know what
happened to your lady friend, but you look like you got
into a pretty bad brawl, boy.
JIM (remembering): Oh, God... Ron and Frank...
GRAVEKEEPER (walks the short distance to JIM):
You were all I found out there. You kids really shouldn't
be tresspassing. Especially not in a graveyard...
JIM: This can't be... I... There were... Zombies...
GRAVEKEEPER (interested): Zombies, you say?
JIM: I must have hit my head...
GRAVEKEEPER (chuckles): There are things in this
world and far beyond that a normal man would never expect
to lay eyes on, boy... I've tended this graveyard for
almost 70 years... (He walks towards a corner, lights
another lantern) In all my time, I've seen strange
things, but never quite Zombies... I saw a grieving widow
cut her own throat and jump into her husband's grave, and
I saw a man wake from a coma and climb out of his coffin,
but never exactly Zombies... (He walks towards
another corner and lights a third lantern)
JIM: Oohh... My head... How badly did I...
(He looks at his arms, his hands, legs. They are
torn and bloody, but the wounds look old. His hands go to
his face.)
JIM: What in the hell is this?!
GRAVEKEEPER (walks over with a mirror): I don't
know, boy. When I found you, you were wearing it.
(GRAVEKEEPER hands the mirror to JIM. He looks
into it, and we can see the reflection. A bone-white
mask, smeared with blood. JIM drops the mirror, and it
breaks on the floor)
GRAVEKEEPER: I tried to take it off of you, but it
wouldn't come.
JIM (tries to remove the MASK): Damnit! What in
the hell is going on here?! (He jumps off of the
table)
GRAVEKEEPER: What're you doin', boy?
JIM (walking towards the door): I'm getting out
of here! I need to find Angela, and I need to find out
what the hell is going on here.
GRAVEKEEPER: I don't think that's wise, boy...
JIM (opening the door): I really don't give a
damn what you think, old man. (He steps out and slams
the door)
GRAVEKEEPER (to himself): Damnit... That fool
boy... He'll
kill himself before his time... (Fade to black)
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ACT TWO, SCENE TWO
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(The screen is still black. We hear a man talking
on a phone.)
EDGAR: What's that? ... Zombies? ... You're serious?
... You don't really think so, do you? ... Yeah, I'm on
it. ... What?! ... No, you can't be serious. ... You
don't seriously believe?! ... Yeah. ... Yeah.
... I got it. ... I'll be right there. ... Yeah.
(It's night. We fade in on a man in a black
overcoat standing in the graveyard, at the scene of the
battle. He has a tape recorder, and he's muttering into
it. He jumps into an open grave, looks around, and climbs
back out of it. JIM comes into the scene carrying a tree
branch)
JIM: Who the hell are you?!
EDGAR: I'm Edgar. I'm a paranormal investigator. I heard
about some occurrences here two nights ago, and I've been
sent...
JIM: Shut up! (He approaches EDGAR) What do you
know about this?
EDGAR: Well, I think I may know something about your Mask...
JIM (lowers the branch): What about it?
EDGAR: It seems to be an artifact known as the Terror
Mask. It's an ancient Aztec relic, I believe. If I recall
correctly, it was supposedly carved from the bones of
their most powerful god. It gives the bearer incredible
strength, but they can't remove it until it wants to be
removed.
JIM (drops the branch): How the hell did I end
up with it?
EDGAR: I don't know that. The last time it surfaced, it
was about three hundred miles from here. Perhaps you
remember it on the news, around ten years ago? Two
college students vanished for about a week, and then
reappeared mysteriously. They wouldn't tell anybody what
happened. It was assumed that they just went to a motel
somewhere, but we're pretty sure it was that Mask.
JIM: We?
EDGAR: My investigation team.
JIM: So, what do you sugest I do?
EDGAR: Come with me, perhaps? We'd all like to get some
first-hand research on your Mask.
JIM: And why, exactly, should I trust you?
EDGAR: Why shouldn't you?
JIM: ... Fine.
(Suddenly, the screen flashes red. JIM grabs his
head and drops to his knees. He screams in pain, anger,
fear... EDGAR walks over to him. JIM throws his hand out,
grabs EDGAR's leg, and pulls it out from under him. EDGAR
yells as JIM grabs the branch. JIM climbs to his feet,
steps on EDGAR's chest)
JIM (struggling to control himself): No! What
the hell is happening?
EDGAR (scrambling away): The Mask! My God!
JIM: GET AWAY!
EDGAR (gets to his feet): I... Oh, God...
JIM: GO!
EDGAR (walks towards JIM, talking into his recorder):
This is fascinating! It would seem that the Terror Mask
has a will of its own...
(Roaring, JIM spins around with the branch and
catches EDGAR in his ribs. The recorder flies from his
hand as he falls to the ground. JIM swings the branch
down, flooring EDGAR entirely. He discards the branch,
grabs EDGAR's hair, and pulls him to his knees)
JIM: Dear God, please NO!
EDGAR (yelling so his recorder can hear): The
Mask seems to be able to possess the wearer entirely, and
rob him of all free will! If only we could find the...
MASK: DO IT, JIM!
JIM: NO!
MASK: DO IT!
EDGAR: The Mask... it has a... voice?
(JIM twists EDGAR's neck, snapping it. His body
falls to the ground. JIM backs away)
JIM: Oh, my God... You made me... kill...
MASK: FOOL! You can't resist me! I control you!
JIM: What the hell?
MASK: Listen to me! I know what you want... I know what
you need... I know where you precious Angela is...
JIM: Where? Tell me where!
MASK (laughs): You need to do me a favor, first.
There's a man I have some unfinished business with... You
know the story. You may not realize it, but you know...
JIM: The students...
MASK: You assume too much. Yes, it is related to that
incident. But I don't want them anymore. I've found a new
avatar, they are of no use to me. I suppose I could hunt
them down...
JIM: No. I'll do what you want.
MASK: Good. Now, there's somewhere else we need to be. I
think your feet know the way...
(Fade to black)
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ACT THREE, SCENE ONE
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(The screen slowly fades in on an old
house. The bottom reads "Three Hundred Miles Away..."
JIM approaches)
MASK: Ahh... I can still smell the blood.
JIM: What are we doing here?
MASK: Just waiting for an old friend.
GRAVEKEEPER (from off the screen): I see you've
made it, boy. (he enters from the left)
JIM: Old man?
MASK: Doctor...
GRAVEKEEPER: So, you know me, even after all these years?
I'm flattered...
JIM: Where's Angela?
MASK: Just wait. We have bigger things to discuss.
(JIM begins to walk towards GRAVEKEEPER. He soon
stops in his tracks, and GRAVEKEEPER looks puzzled)
JIM: Where. Is. Angela?
MASK: Idiot!! We don't need her now, we'll find her later!
GRAVEKEEPER: No, no, it's fine. I'll show her to you.
Boys!
(Three ZOMBIES enter behind GRAVEKEEPER, carrying
ANGELA)
GRAVEKEEPER: Now, then. Here's your precious Angela.
Now, give me the mask.
MASK (laughs): You know that nobody can remove
me of their own will!
(GRAVEKEEPER produces a black mask, identical to
the Terror MASK, and lightning strikes)
GRAVEKEEPER: Yes, I know. But a dead avatar is of no
use to you...
(He wistles, and the ZOMBIES bring ANGELA closer.
GRAVEKEEPER brings takes her head in one hand, and places
the other mask on her face. It begins to rain.)
JIM: What are you doing to her?
MASK: He found it...
JIM: Found what?!
MASK: My brother, so to say.
(The ZOMBIES step away from ANGELA. She stands,
and looks at JIM)
ANGELA (laughs): Ah, old friend. I haven't
seen you in over a thousand years... It will be good to
finish this!
JIM: What are you doing, old man?!
GRAVEKEEPER: From the death of these ancient gods, I can
claim their power and domiate the earth!
ANGELA (turns towards GRAVEKEEPER): Doctor West...
What makes you think we'd let you live that long?
GRAVEKEEPER: You can't kill me! (He whistles and more
ZOMBIEs enter) I released you!
ANGELA (laughs): Ah, West... You humor me. (She
approaches GRAVEKEEPER) It almost makes me sad to do
this.
(ANGELA grabs GRAVEKEEPER's head in her hands and
stares directly into his eyes. He begins to convulse. He
screams and blood begins to drip from his mouth. ANGELA
lets go, and he falls limp to the ground)
ANGELA: Now, then... (turns to JIM) Time for
you.
JIM: Don't do it, Angela!
MASK: She can't hear you.
(ANGELA and the ZOMBIES approach JIM. He starts to
fight the ZOMBIES, and ANGELA stands back and watches.
After defeating the ZOMBIEs, they stand facing each other)
MASK: What are you doing, you fool?!
JIM: I won't harm Angela!
MASK: Imbecile! She’s not your Angela! She belongs
to him now! Just do it!
ANGELA: C'mon, Jimmy! Afraid of a little girl? (she
beckons him with her finger)
MASK: If you won't do it, I will!
JIM: NO! (he grabs the mask and tries to pull it off)
MASK: What do you think you're doing?!
JIM: If all Angela wants is to destroy you, then she can
HAVE YOU!
ANGELA: You're taking all the fun out of this! (she
approaches him)
MASK: You can't do this! I won't let you!
(The screen flashes red again. JIM clutches his
head and falls to the ground. He stands again, and takes
up a fighting stance)
ANGELA: Now we'll have some fun!
(JIM and ANGELA fight. First JIM gets the
advantage, and then ANGELA. JIM knocks her to the ground,
and climbs on top of her. He readies one final blow, and
then stills his fist)
MASK: IDIOT!
JIM: I told you, I won't hurt her!
(ANGELA takes the opportunity and throws JIM off
of her. He lands on the ground, and lays there. ANGELA
begins to approach him)
MASK: You'll destroy us both!
(ANGELA reaches JIM. She picks him up by his head,
and stares into his soul, just like with GRAVEKEEPER. JIM
and the MASK begin to scream in unison. JIM's body
convulses. His hands begin to move for ANGELA's head and
her mask. He grabs hold, and begins to pull it off. He
stops convulsing, he and the MASK stop screaming, and
ANGELA falls limp. Her mask is removed, and JIM tosses it
aside)
MASK: You idiot... You could have killed us both!
(JIM attempts to remove his MASK, but to no avail)
MASK: We're not done here. You still need to destroy
the other one!
JIM: But... Angela...
MASK: She'll be fine, just DESTROY IT!
(JIM slowly lowers ANGELA to the ground. He walks
towards the other mask, kneels down beside it, and takes
it in his hands. He strikes it with a head-butt, and
drops the pieces to the ground. He then removes his MASK
and throws it down alongside the destroyed one. ANGELA
stirs, and moans. JIM jumps to his feet and runs to where
she lays. Fade to black and run the credits)
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Legal Whatnot
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I do not own SPLATTERHOUSE. This is merely a piece of
FanFiction, and I am making no money off of it. In the
event that the legal owners of SPLATTERHOUSE do not
approve of this script, notify me at KISSman83@aol.com
and I will take the necessary steps to correct the
situation. Thank you.
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