Page 30 of Haunted Spurs

The music distorts brutally. The beat bleeds into the creeping, dark synths of Thriller.

The set lighting short-circuits. It flashes green, alternating with blood-red strobes. The vibe instantly turns horror, deeply unsettling.

With a violent yank, Levi tears off his turnout coat and lets it drop. He’s completely shirtless, his flexed muscles gleaming under the strobe lights.

The choreography shifts. The movements become jerky, zombified, agonizing. Levi drops into an aggressive slide, ending flat on his back with his chest heaving. Emma, wearing a bone-chilling expression, stalks toward him, straddling his bare chest.

They freeze for the camera.

"We're ready for the show," they say in unison, their voices flat and blood-curdling.

[CONFESSIONAL]

Emma twists the hem of her cardigan, her eyes wide and her shoulders hunched. "I... I'm terrified of horror movies, to be honest. I have no idea how I'm going to do this," she stammers, visibly and genuinely panicked.

Levi, sitting next to her, turns. He looks at her with infinite tenderness, winks, and wraps an arm around her, pulling her tight against his chest. "I've got you."

CAROLINA & INDYA

[VIDEO]

Pure adrenaline. An electronic beat pumped to the max. Frantic, party-music-video style editing.

The camera shakes, tracking Indya on horseback. She's flying at breakneck speed in a barrel race, leaning around the barrels with insane agility. The announcer's voice blares over the loudspeakers: "She's so fast it's almost supernatural!"

Smash cut. On the arena rail, Carolina is pure, bubbling energy. She's jumping, waving her arms, and cheering her friend on at the top of her lungs. She's wearing a tiny, wet white t-shirt with COWBOY PILLOW plastered across her chest.

The camera punches in for a distorted, fish-eye close-up. The lighting is club-style neon purple. Carolina and Indya are pressed against each other, sweaty, wild. Indya pops the cap off a beer. The foam bubbles over. Carolina tilts her head, catches the foam with her tongue, and licks all the way up the glass neck of the bottle, holding dead-on eye contact with the lens.

Flashing neon fuchsia graphics pop up: Cowboys?

[CONFESSIONAL]

"Why are we here?" Carolina kicks off with a dazzling smile.

"For the fun of it, obviously!" Indya shoots back, clapping her hands.

Carolina bumps shoulders with her best friend, winking provocatively at the camera. "And, obviously... we fully intend to go for a ride..."

They both burst into booming laughter, collapsing into each other.

SELENE & RON

[VIDEO]

Heavy shadows. A room lit only by the moon. Selene is sitting, dressed in black, her sharp, gorgeous profile illuminated. Her fingers rhythmically strike the keys of an antique typewriter. Clack, clack, clack.

Her voiceover is a low, velvety, haunting whisper: "There are so many stories hidden in the shadows."

FLASH. Red LED light. Ron is sprawled on the bed. His abs are a grid of flexed muscle, and his face is completely blacked out by the terrifying, inhuman white Scream mask.

FLASH. The click of a camera shutter. Ron points a camcorder lens dead at the viewer.

FLASH. Ron, shirtless. His dark Stetson is pulled low over his eyes, a lopsided grin on his face promising absolute hell.

A thick curtain of smoke fills the screen. When it clears, Selene stares down the barrel of the lens with magnetic eyes, delicately dragging the petal of a black rose across her dark lips.

[CONFESSIONAL]