Ep.73 – Slasher - Making Movies Can Be MURDER

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A group of college students set out to make a slasher movie but when real bodies start piling up who will survive these halls of horror?!
Slasher by Rob Fields
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Transcript:
Prologue
The group that was to breathe new life into the Strickfield University Film Society gathered in the movie room at Wilder Hall, the student union building. When Professor James Corgen arrived to conduct the meeting, he sat on top of his desk and looked at the others.
“I see we’re missing somebody,” he said.
“I’m sure Jennie will be here shortly,” Jessie, his busty, red-headed daughter, assured him.
The professor appeared annoyed. “I’m not talking about your sister.”
Just then, another girl entered the movie room. “Sorry I’m late. I got delayed.”
Jessie turned to her. “It’s okay, Vickie, you didn’t miss anything. In fact, we’re heading out shortly.”
Professor Corgen looked at Vickie. “You did read the script, right?”
“Trust me, I know my lines,” Vickie assured him.
“I know why Vickie got delayed.” Bethany Mirren looked over at the others and made an obscene pantomime of giving oral sex, getting a few chuckles out of some of the males present.
Jessie pointed right past Bethany. “Hey! Don’t want to work with Vickie Valentine? There’s the door! We’ve only got one shot at making this movie. Just say the word and we’ll recast you.”
Bethany flashed a toothy smile. “Your ad said you needed big-breasted girls for your movie. It just surprises me that you’d hire a porn star.”
“That porn star can actually act!” Jessie fired back. “She’s already starred in a horror movie for the North Ridgeway University Film Club. The Murder Club is kicking ass all over the film festival circuit. My contact at North Ridgeway told me it’ll be getting a limited theatrical run in a few months. I want our movie to get that same prestige, especially if we want to keep the Strickfield University Film Society going.”
“We’ve lost a lot of money over the past six months,” Professor Corgen explained. “Dean Roth won’t set aside any more money in the budget for us unless we can start making some of our own. We have just enough money left to make our movie. My daughter here wrote a script, which is both excellent and an homage to cheesy, exploitation horror. I don’t personally care for horror movies, but I feel Jessie’s going to do well with it. She’ll be in the movie with all of you, but will also be directing Slasher, the title. I’m merely here as an adviser. I don’t want any animosity between any of you, especially with Vickie Valentine here.”
Jessie pointed to Bethany. “You in? Or out?”
Bethany shrugged. “I’m in.”
Jessie smiled. “Excellent! Now . . .” Professor Corgen picked up a bag and opened it. “All of your smartphones are turned off and go in there. No interruptions due to someone getting a text!”
Some were reluctant in handing over their phones, but they were all collected.
Jessie took an excited breath. “Okay, let’s head on over to the old Performance Hall. It won’t be torn down for a month yet. Dean Roth gave us permission to shoot Slasher there. Everything will be up and running, including the showers in the basement dressing room. If none of you want to go home, you can crash in one of the many old classrooms. Are we ready?”
Cody King stood up. “Let’s go!”
Everybody left the room and exited Wilder Hall. They walked across campus until they came to the boarded-up building that was once Performance Hall. The building had seen better days and was why a new building had been constructed. When Jessie was looking for locations to shoot Slasher, she had to convince Dean Jerry Roth to allow the Film Society to have the former performance arts building until it was time to be leveled. He finally consented and wrote her the permit she needed. He also had signs posted that only the Film Society had access to the building.
When they reached the front doors, Jessie unlocked them and they all went inside. Jessie was so excited to be shooting her first feature film that she could barely contain herself. She took a deep breath and turned to everybody. “Okay, people, our first scene is already set up. Head down the hall to make-up, and then we’ll start.”
The first day of shooting for Slasher was about to begin . . .
1
Jessie sat on the edge of the stage and looked over her copy of the script. Before long, she heard a door opening to her far left and saw her father coming in.
“We’re shooting the opening scene in here,” she informed him.
He came and sat next to her. “You’re going to do just fine, Jessie. I suppose I’m curious. Why did you cast an adult film actress?”
“I told you, Dad, she really can act. I had a chance to see her in The Murder Club at North Ridgeway University a few months ago and knew she’d be perfect for Slasher. I met Vickie that night and showed her the script, which she loved. I can’t pay my actors much, but I’m glad she took the role anyway. Vickie’s trying to do more legitimate movies and get out of porn. I want to help give her that chance.”
He put a comforting arm around her. “Okay, it’s your movie. I said I’d back you.”
Jessie opened her script again. “Like I said, we’re shooting the first scene. I couldn’t find anybody to play the Scream Queen killer, so I’m playing two roles.” She picked up the blank white mask that signified the killer. “I still can’t reach Jennie. Do you know if she’s coming?”
Her father looked grim. “I didn’t want to tell you, but your sister won’t be joining us for our meetings again . . . ever.”
Jessie looked worried. “What’s going on?”
He sighed. “She’s the reason we’re having our money problems. I discovered she’s been embezzling money from the Film Society.”
Her mouth opened wide. “Oh, my god!”
Then they heard a noise. Professor Corgen quickly stood up and walked into the stage area. “Somebody’s up in the catwalk.”
Jessie found a flashlight and joined her father. She turned on the flashlight and pointed it upward. “I don’t see anybody.”
“I’m telling you, I saw somebody moving around up there, Jessie.”
Jessie slowly shined the light around a few more times. “I still don’t –”
Suddenly . . . the figure appeared! The figure was obviously feminine, with a build similar to Jessie. The figure had the same red hair as Jessie’s and wore a sexy, form-fitting white dress that showed off how full and ample her breasts were. However, this female figure wore the very same mask that Jessie held in her hands. This girl was dressed as the Scream Queen, the killer of Slasher. She looked down at Jessie and her father for a long moment before she produced a bow and arrow. Before either of them could react, the Scream Queen took quick aim and shot the arrow – right through Professor Corgen’s heart!
Jessie screamed as her father fell forward – dead before he hit the floor! Jessie looked up to the catwalk on impulse, but the Scream Queen was gone. Jessie held her dead father to her and sobbed.
It was several minutes before the cast came in, ready to shoot the first scene. When they saw what had happened, they either gasped or screamed.
Jessie turned to them. “Get out of here! Call the police!”
Stanley Farnsworth quickly turned and left. It wasn’t long before he was back. “The doors are all chained up and the windows are boarded up! We can’t get out!”
“Oh, bullshit!” Cody King snapped. “Get outta the way!”
The cast members reached the main doors to find they were indeed chained tightly shut from the inside. They went and checked the other doors. Hope quickly turned to despair when they found the other doors were chained in the exact same manner.
“We’re fucking trapped in here!” Cody yelled. “Bullshit!”
“People, come on, we need to keep it together here,” Vickie Valentine said. “Let’s go back and check on Jessie.”
They went back to the stage and found Jessie still holding her father’s body. Vickie lowered herself and convinced Jessie to put her father down. Jessie did and became angry. “I told you people to call the police!”
“Let’s all go together,” Nate Henry piped up. “There should be a phone in the office.”
“What about the bag with our phones?” Stanley inquired.
Jessie looked dismal. “Dad put them away somewhere. I don’t know where.”
Vickie stood up and helped Jessie to her feet. “We go to the office, then.”
2
The seven of them entered the main office and found the landline phone. Stanley picked up the receiver and punched 9-1-1. Then he turned to the others with a grim look. “It’s dead!”
“Bullshit!” Cody snatched the receiver from Stanley. After putting it to his ear . . . “The worm’s right! The killer probably cut the line.” He slammed the receiver back onto the cradle. “Fuck!”
Vickie quickly cried, “Easy, people. We can’t be losing our shit here! Not now!”
Bethany sneered at Vickie. “Just because you’re the porn queen doesn’t mean you’re the queen.”
Cody turned to Vickie. “Don’t lose our shit?! We’re trapped in this fucking building! The phone ain’t working! We are so fucked!”
Lizzie Jones finally got her words in. “I’ve actually been looking for a weapon or something, but . . . I can’t find so much as a single tool! I even went to a few of the other rooms nearby. There’s nothing to use as a weapon to protect ourselves in here! The killer’s thought of everything.”
Stanley groaned. “We need to – Ohshit!!”
Everybody else screamed and panicked as the Scream Queen now stood in the doorway – armed with a chainsaw! With one quick movement, she yanked the cord to bring the lethal w