The Boogeyman: Legacy
By David (Nightmare) Morton
Scene1: Opening

EXT. A dark mansion

The camera slowly closes up on a house from a bird’s eye view to a close up from the gates surrounding the mansion. Two lone people stand in front of the gates. One male in their fifties scruffy cloths. The other female early twenties, in a large black coat.

Kevin: This is the house.
Kennedy: Why am I not surprised? Big, dark, gloomy and ugly. So this is center of where killings surround.
Kevin: Yup, legend has it the real Boogeyman…
Kennedy: You mean the one who first assumed the mantle.
Kevin: Yup, legend has it a tragedy happened here to a family member of the original Boogeyman. This tragedy turned him into what we know to be the Boogeyman.
Kennedy: What could drive someone to kill so many people.

Rain starts to slowly fall. Kennedy looks up and opens her umbrella. She holds it over both Kevin and herself.

Kevin: Well that’s where the legend gets vague. So little is known about the original Boogeyman.
Kennedy: What is it about him to inspire so many psychos to copy…to mimic him?
Kevin: That’d probably be the deaths. They were brutal and original.
Kennedy: To say the least. This guy tortured his victims to death. Then ripped them to pieces.

Lightning crackles in the air above Kevin and Kennedy. They both pause from speech to view. They then resume their conversation.

Kevin: He was original all right.
Kennedy: Unlike the most recent people to take it upon themselves to assume the identity of Boogeyman.
Kevin: Yup, they ain’t got that certain sparkle of creativity they used to.
Kennedy: I beg your pardon. Certain sparkle? We are talking about people being murdered here, not some cheap, cheesy sequel to an under rated B movie. It doesn’t matter how they die just that they died, and whoever the Boogeyman is this time, is brought to justice.
Kevin: Sorry ma’am, but this here house is a massive tourist attraction. Without the tourists that come in, we’d be a dead town again. They only come in to see the house a few murder scenes and hear a few stories.
Kennedy: But is it worth it at the expense of people’s lives?
Kevin: Depends on who ya’ speak to.
Kennedy: When can I pick up the keys?

Kevin digs his hand down in his trouser pockets. He pulls out a key chain with several keys attached. He hands them over to Kennedy, who takes them off him. She sticks them in her coat pocket.

Kevin: You have one week.
Kennedy: Thank you.
Kevin: Just be careful.
Kennedy: Can you answer me something?
Kevin: That’s what I’m here for.
Kennedy: Why is it ever since I came to investigate these murders and the legend of Boogeyman that have plagued this town for twenty-five years that I have been treated with such and icy response to my requests?
Kevin: Boogeyman brings in the tourists. Because of him a lot of people have jobs. Including me. If you get all the information you want then the gaps in the Boogeyman legacy will be filled. There’ll be no mystery. People won’t come to this place; it’ll be as dead as it was twenty-five years ago.

Kennedy turns from looking at the house to look at Kevin. Her mouth wide with a shocked expression on her face.

Kennedy: You’re willing to let people die just so you won’t loose tourists?
Kevin: Yup, you better believe it.
Kennedy: I’m sorry to hear that.
Kevin: One week.

Kevin walks away, Kennedy watches as he leaves. The mood of the scene suddenly changes. Kennedy looks around.

Kennedy: Why do I feel like I’m not alone?

Kennedy turns surveying the area. She slowly walks away and looks back several times before she leaves the camera. The camera then pulls to the bushes. You see a shadowy figure as it comes to the bushes. The camera then changes position to act as the shadowy figures eyes. The figure turns and looks around at the bushes. You hear a slight commotion in the back round. The figure then moves quickly through the bushes until it comes to a halt and peers through the bushes. You can see two people arguing with each other. One male and one female both in their late twenty’s or early thirty’s.

Ronnie: I’ve had enough of this. I have a night out with a friend and I’m accused of cheating. This relationship is going nowhere without trust form you.
Elizabeth: Listen, if you could control your dick for 5 minutes, then I wouldn’t have to keep following you. And look what I found.
Ronnie: Hey don’t you go accusing me she’s a friend I was just going to give her a congratulatory kiss on her exam grades.
Elizabeth: That figures not even out a school uniform. And don’t you give me not congratulatory kiss crap? Why the hell were you stroking her breast?
Ronnie: Oh fuck this, why do we have to go through this every time you see me with a woman? I thought we sorted our problems on Jerry Springer.
Elizabeth: Oh fuck this you aren’t worth the effort.

Elizabeth hits Ronnie over the head with her handbag and walks away from Ronnie.

Ronnie: Hey y’know what? You’re right we should break up.

Ronnie waits for a response from Elizabeth but she ignores him and carries on walking.

Ronnie: And y’know for the record I dumped you. You ought to knock your price down too honey. No one ain’t gonna pay $60 or a used slightly bruised $2 Ho.

The figure in the bushes watches as Ronnie turns and leaves Elizabeth walking off down an alleyway. The figure follows Elizabeth down the Alleyway keeping to the shadows. He follows her making loud footsteps on the ground. Elizabeth turns and looks and sees no one behind her. She frowns and turns back around. The footsteps continue. She completely turns around and looks for a few seconds. But again sees no one.

Elizabeth: Damn girl you’re loosing your head.

She turns around and suddenly stops. She walks into the shadowy figure that was just moments ago behind her.

Elizabeth: Oh I’m sorry I didn’t…
The figure: No I’m sorry…
Elizabeth: No it was my fault I wasn’t looking where I was going.
The figure: No I’m not sorry for walking into you.
Elizabeth: Then what…Oh god no.

Elizabeth screams as the figure pulls a large machete from his cloak.

The figure: Bye Bye.

The figure thrusts the machete into the ladies stomach. He digs the machete around for a few moments then lifts the girl up off of the floor. The camera closes up on her eyes, wide with fear.

The figure: Sorry gonna have to borrow a few Body parts for a while, Just a liver and lung or somethin’ to mail to the police.

The figure drops the lady and digs his hand into her stomach. He digs around and pulls a Lung from her stomach. It’s still connected with various parts of the body by flesh and veins. He cuts them off of from the veins and flesh. The figure puts the lung to his mouth. He lifts his mask slightly. His tongue appears and licks the lung.

The camera focuses on the tongue and the blood on it. The tongue provides the back round for the credits. Roll credits.