"Happy Halloween"
"I thought I told you not to eat anything Trevor!" Professor Williams is furious as he stands over Trevor, his son, at the front of his bedroom door.
Trevor is still quite sick from the sight of seeing the decomposing head-
"That", referring to the decomposing head in Trevor's laundry hamper in the corner of the room, ".. is a replica model from one of my friends in Hollywood. It'll actually be used in a horror film with Bruce Willis that's being shot this summer. I wanted to surprise you with a real Hollywood Halloween head this year!"
"Then what the hell is that foul smelling smell then?"
"That is Huntercove's chemical compound. It's a similar smell to cadaverine and putrescine two related diamines that make the real thing smell during the decomposition process..."
"Sick." Trevor moans and walks down the hall to the washroom.
Professor Williams throws the head into the waste bin and exits the room.
Changing the topic, he says "No more eating Trevor. Please. Oh, and, by the way. My new patient is here- he'll be staying in the guest house for some time. His name is Byron. Please make every one of your efforts around the house from now on to helping him feel as comfortable as possible." Trevor hears him as he looks in the washroom mirror.
Trevor splashes his face and hair with ice cold water. He wipes it dry with a towel. As he turns to look out the window, he sees Xavier riding across the field, heading towards the house. Xavier hops off the horse, and heads towards the front.
Xavier and Trevor are not friends.
"What the hell is Xavier doing here?" Trevor mumbles aloud to himself.
He heads back to his room and quickly changes his clothes and heads downstairs. Just as the doorbell rings, Trevor hears the phone ring. He turns to answer it. When he looks back around, Xavier is looking into the narrow window next to the door with one eye giving a cold menacing stare.
"Hello?" Trevor welcomes into the phone.
"Hi Trevor, its me Bryon. I need to speak with you about something. Xavier is acting strange I think he's got a gun-- but I don't quite know why..."
As Trevor looks back around at the door, Xavier is standing inside the house, breathless and waiting. He's come back to Foxport with a mission.
"I'll be right over." Bryon says.
The phone drops from Trevor's hand onto the floor, as Xavier takes a step forward and reaches into his pant pocket. His eyes are sick looking.
Trevor panics!
"Trevor! Trevor!" Byron's worried yells into the phone can be heard bellowing from the handset laying on the dark hardwood floor...
A short distance away, Trevor's body lays lifeless on the floor. A black hole in this shirt has a grey puff of smoke billowing out of it...
*****
Tracy walks into Mayberry Park and sits down on a small grassy patch and takes her small art kit out. The small canvas in her hand is quickly coloured brightly with a few strokes of oil paints. She reaches into the breast pocket of her blazer, and pulls out a photograph of a pretty young woman.
Tracy turns the photo over and reads the note:
Your dearest friend Lauren. Forever...
From behind Tracy, the young mysterious photographer, Benji, watches on. He raises his camera and then slowly lowers it before he makes the decision to slowly walk up to her from behind...
