INT. - ROOM - NIGHT

Staring at on the immaculate ceiling, Neyla sighed. She took off her earphones, which she threw with detachment on the bedside table, and grabbed her cellphone. The internet connection wasn't that good; no way to log into Wattpad! Tired, the young woman gave up and buried her face in the soft pillow.

*****

FLASH-BACK:

EXT. - YARD - DAY

Looking shyly at his interlocutor, Peter had cleared his throat.

"W-wait!"

His courage seemed to fall again when the girl turned to smile at him.

"I, uh ... actually, we're planning to... we ...

PAUL (interrupting him): What Tom is trying to say is, that we have planned to have a party with friends tonight, and we wouldn't want to disturb the neighbors, he explained. I hope you've got earplugs.

- Oh. I see, Neyla simply said. I'll warn my parents. Thank you for warning me."

END OF FLASHBACK:

*****

INT. - ROOM - NIGHT (CONT'D)

The throat dry, the teenager awoke with a start. She thought she heard a thud, like a gunshot. Nevertheless, her foggy mind was hardly reliable, especially at two o'clock in the morning ...

NEYLA (holding her head in her hands): I must be imaginating things again...

Like a specter down the hall, the young woman walked to the kitchen, where she poured herself a glass of iced water. Outside, everything seemed silent (despite the disturbing sound she thought she heard, of course). She drank her drink in one go and went up the stairs.

* CRASHHH !!! *

From her torpor, our protagonist opened her eyes wide as saucers.

NEYLA (opening the curtains): What is ... Wtf?!

From the opposite window, a male figure remained bent forward, seeming to notice the damage he has done. It was later that the girl realized that the window had been smashed, shattered, as if something had passed through.

She backed away slightly, seeing that the individual, having noticed her presence, was staring at her insistently. Then the brown-haired boy finally found his mobility: he slowly raised his arm, awkwardly waving. Amused by the events, Neyla greeted him back. She seemed to distinguish a dark form in the bushes, a kind of... dummy lying in the grass, but nothing that the darkness and the leaves allowed to clearly see.

Well, I did not think the party was at the Loomis', she thought. Annie is not going to be happy for her window. She will definitely snap at Peter!

She smiled at Peter and walked on, as if nothing ever happened.

And yet, in the next house, a macabre game was unfolding...