Opening into the image of a sky. The clouds slide by 
quickly. A voice comes from somewhere out of the camera 
view.

		Voice
		“Tonight, you get three treats for the price
		of one. Three tales that will leave you
		thinking about the human personality. The
		mind that contains both good and evil that
		can so easily be broken.”

		“Our first story takes place in a normally
		quiet neighborhood. Usually safe and cozy in
		its corner of the world, the lives of this
		street are turned upside down. A madman is
		on his way for a visit.”

The clouds suddenly come to a stop. The scene fades to 
black and is replaced by the imagine of two men facing each 
other.

		Security Guard
		“Andrew! Calm down! Put down the knife,
		now!”

		Andrew
		“I’m sick of this place! I want out! Do you
		know how long it’s been since I’ve even had
		a chance to see the sun??”

Andrew is gripping the knife, looking around the room 
wildly. The guard blocks the only exit. Sweat drips down 
his forehead as he lunges forward. The blade slices into 
the arm of the guard.

		Security Guard
		“Ah! Get some help in here, fast!”

Two orderlies run into the room as Andrew drives the blade 
into the stomach of the guard. The guard lets out a howl as 
Andrew jumps to his feet. One of the orderlies is coming 
for him and he plants the blade into his neck.

		Andrew
		“Get away from me! Everyone just get away!”

The orderly staggers backwards, gripping at his neck. Blood 
coats his hands as he drops to his knees. A gagging sound 
comes from his mouth as he drops dead onto the floor. 
Andrew turns, running from the room. He crashes through the 
lobby, grabbing a chair and throwing it into the glass 
door. The chair flies through, leaving a hole. Andrew 
breaks through it and takes off down the street.

Back inside, the second orderly has picked up the phone and
is dialing the police.

		Orderly
		“I need an ambulance and some police sent to
		Meadow View Hospital, now!”

He stops for a second, listening to the other end.

		Orderly
		“A patient has escaped, he is unarmed but is
		extremely dangerous. A security guard has
		been stabbed in the stomach and an orderly
		has been killed. Please, send someone before
		he gets too far away. Lives are at stake.”

The orderly hangs the phone up, looking down at the two 
bodies on the floor. Other patients have started to look 
out into the main rooms, whispering amongst themselves. A 
group of nurses comes, pulling them away from the scene.

Narrator: Several hours have now passed. A group of police 
officers are standing within the lobby of the hospital.

The orderly sits in a folding metal chair, a cigarette 
between his fingers. He looks tired, his eyes puffy.

		Orderly
		“I don’t know what made him snap. He had
		been doing good for so long, he was even
		being considered for release.”

		Police Officer
		“How long has he been here?”

		Orderly
		“Here? He was moved here when we opened our
		doors. He’s been in hospitals like this
		since he was seventeen. They found his best
		friends body in his basement.”

		Police Officer
		“It happens in prison, too. People get used
		to having a place. Even if it is like hell
		to them, it’s some place they know. The idea
		of being release sets them off all over
		again.”

		Orderly
		“Has there been any luck on finding out
		where he went?”

		Police Officer
		“Nothing yet.”

The orderly takes one last drag from his cigarette and 
tosses it through the hole in the glass door. He looks out, 
sighing and shaking his head.

Narrator: The sun is just beginning to set. About two miles 
away from Meadow View Hospital, Andrew Seint has stumbled 
onto the road. Houses line both sides. Most of the windows 
are lit up, but a few of the houses are dark.

Andrew looks down at himself, shaking his head and grabbing 
at the drab jumpsuit with “MVH” in bold letters on the 
front.

		Andrew
		“This won’t do, won’t do at all.”

Andrew turns his attention to one of the unlit houses. He 
walks up the drive way, carefully watching the street as he 
does. Grabbing a rock from the edge of the lawn, he throws 
it through the window. After a few pieces are removed, he 
is able to easily climb inside the house. Stumbling through 
the darkness, he finds a small end table and clicks on a 
lamp.

		Andrew
		“Now to find something that won’t be so
		easily recognized.”

Andrew walks through the house, looking into different 
rooms. He finally comes to the master bedroom, where he 
goes to the closet. Digging through the close brings him to 
a pair of old corduroy pants and a black t-shirt. He throws 
them onto the bed and quickly removes the Meadow View 
jumpsuit. Leaving the suit crumbled on the floor, he slips 
on the new clothes and then begins to rifle through the 
drawers.

He’s stopped by the sound of a car door being closed 
outside the house. A moment later, the main door to the 
house closes and muffled voices can be heard from the 
living room.

		Outside Voice
		“So, did you like the show?”

The light outside the bedroom is turned on. Andrew jumps, 
startled. He quickly looks around the room, grabbing the 
cordless phone that rests on the bedside table. He takes a 
step forward, carefully peeking out from behind the door. A 
middle-aged woman is standing with her back towards him, 
talking to someone else who is unseen.

		Woman
		“Kyle? Could you check on the..”

She is cut short as the telephone crunches into the side of 
her head. Andrew pulls back and hits her with the phone 
again. The woman drops to the floor, holding her bloody 
head.

		Kyle
		“Could I check on what, mom?”

Kyle comes out from around the corner and stops in his 
tracks. Andrew stands there for a second, looking down at 
the unconscious woman laying on the floor. Kyle also stands 
there, staring. Andrew then jumps forward, throwing the 
phone at Kyle, who is able to duck. Andrew rushes forward, 
trying to push past Kyle but Kyle grabs on to his waist, 
pushing him against the wall.

		Kyle
		“Who the hell are you and what did you do to
		my mom?”

Andrew spins around, punching Kyle in the jaw. Kyle 
releases his grip and takes a swing at Andrew but misses. 
Andrew frees himself, running back into the living room.

		Andrew
		“Stay away from me!”

Kyle gets his balance, chasing through the living room 
after Andrew. He dives, taking him down from behind and 
pushing him into the carpet.

		Kyle
		“Don’t move! I’m calling the cops!”

		Andrew
		“NO!”

Andrew begins to jerk wildly, pushing his hands free. One 
hand goes to the throat of Kyle, squeezing. Kyle tries to 
pull the hand away but the other comes up in a fist. Andrew 
slams a remote control into the side of Kyle’s face, 
stunning him.

		Andrew
		“I’m not going back there!”

Another shot with the remote control knocks Kyle backwards. 
Andrew is up in a flash and begins kicking Kyle in the 
head.

		Andrew
		“I’m not”

He lands another kick.


		Andrew
		“Going”

And another.

		Andrew
		“Back.”

A final kick into the side of Kyle’s head and Andrew steps 
back. He is breathing heavily, looking down at the figure 
on the ground. He drops the remote control, turning and 
moving to the door. He pulls it open and runs outside.

Narrator: A night Kyle or his mother will never forget, I’m 
sure. Andrew Seint now moves away from the house of Kyle 
Borden and his mother. The next stop is the house of Chris 
Tyler.

Andrew runs down the surface of the road, looking over his 
shoulder to make sure there are no followers. When he’s 
certain no one is after him, he slows down to a walk to 
catch his breath. Turning up a second driveway, he makes 
his way to the door. The lights in this house are on. He 
knocks on the door. It creaks open after a short time and a 
head looks out.

		Chris Tyler
		“Yeah, can I help you?”

		Andrew
		“Um, I’m having some car trouble a little
		ways off. I was wondering if I could use
		your phone?”

		Chris
		“Sure, come on in.”

Chris steps back, opening the door. Andrew walks inside the 
house, glancing around. The television is on, and a report 
about his escaping is being flashed across the screen.

		Chris
		“Some crazy people out there, you know? They
		say he killed one guy at the hospital and
		stabbed someone else. Still don’t know where
		he is.”

		Andrew
		“Yeah, crazy people all right.”

		Chris
		“Phone’s in here.”

Chris leads Andrew into the kitchen. Andrew smiles as he 
looks around. He picks up the telephone and dials random 
numbers. Chris turns his attention back to the television, 
looking over the bar counter made into the wall.

		Andrew
		“Yeah, I need to see about getting a tow
		truck.”

		Voice on the other end of the phone
		“Tow truck? You got the wrong number, pal.”

Andrew reaches to his side, pulling out one of the steak 
knives that rest in the sink drain.

		Andrew
		“Yeah, I think something went wrong with the
		motor. I don’t know too much about cars, I
		just drive them.”

		Voice on the phone
		“Listen, buddy. I don’t know what your
		problem is, but I’m trying to sleep.”

The connection on the phone is ended by the other line. 
Andrew lets it fall, smashing against the wall and dangling 
from its cord. Chris turns just as Andrew stabs at him with 
the knife. The blade goes into his shoulder. His face 
twists into a look of pain and confusion.

		Chris
		“Wha..t?”

		Andrew
		“There sure are some crazy people out
		there.”

Andrew reaches for another knife, quickly pulling it out 
and slashing at the face of Chris. The knife cuts into his 
cheek before it is ripped free. Andrew stabs him again, 
this time in the chest. Chris’ eyes open wide as blood 
begins to flow. Andrew grabs him and shoves him backwards 
over the counter, dropping him into the floor.

		Andrew
		“Thanks for letting me use the phone.”

Andrew pulls open the kitchen drawers. Finally seeing what 
he wants, he takes a large butcher knife and holds it up.

		Andrew
		“Perfect.”

He walks out of the kitchen and makes his way to the door. 
Chris is laying on the floor, not far from where he was 
thrown. A pool of blood has already started forming from 
the wound in his chest. Andrew snatches the door open and 
runs back into the darkening night.

Narrator: Chris Tyler wasn’t so lucky as Kyle Borden. 
Andrew, however, doesn’t know that. Yet.

Andrew now runs up the driveway of another house. Police 
sirens are heard in the distance. He doesn’t stop to knock, 
and instead just bursts into the house. A small kid sits 
watching cartoons. He turns towards the door, looking at 
Andrew. Andrew makes a motion for him to be quiet.

		Kid
		“...CAASSSSIIEE!”

Andrew slams the door.

		Andrew
		“Hey, shut up!”

Cassie runs out from the back room, stopping as she sees 
Andrew standing near the door. He lifts his empty hand, 
holding it up.

		Andrew
		“Look, just be quiet and nothing will
		happen, alright? I need some place to stay
		for a little while. Just shut him up and sit
		down.”

		Cassie
		“Get out of here! I don’t know who you think
		you are just running into my house, but you
		need to go before I call the -“

Andrew lifts the knife in his hand, ending her sentence. He 
points at the couch and Cassie walks to it, sitting down.

		Andrew
		“Like I said, just shut up and everything
		will be fine. If you call the police, I’m
		going to have to do something I don’t want
		to do.”

Andrew walks around, going in and out of different rooms. 
The kid jumps up from the couch and grabs the phone from 
the table. He hits a button and then begins to yell into 
the phone.

		Kid
		“THERE’S A CRAZY GUY IN OUR HOUSE! 105
		GREYSON LA”

Andrew snatches the phone away and throws it into the wall. 
He then lifts the kid by his shirt, throwing him down into 
the floor.

		Andrew
		“Look, what did I tell you? Don’t call the
		cops!”

Andrew raises his other hand, now knife free. He looks like 
he’s about to hit the kid, but Cassie grabs his hand from 
behind. He stands, pushing her backwards into the wall.

		Andrew
		“Don’t screw with me. Believe me, I’ve had
		enough trouble today as it is. Just do like
		I say!”

Cassie slaps him, causing him to push his hand against her 
throat. He leans in closely, slamming his other fist into 
the wall. Cassie’s face blooms red as she is strangled.

		Andrew
		“You’re acting very stubborn. All I want is
		some help here.”

Outside, red and blue begin to flash through the windows. 
The police have arrived, and one begins to speak through a 
loud-speaker.

		Police
		“Andrew Seint, come out with your hands up.
		We have the house surrounded.”

		Andrew
		“Aw, shit!”

Andrew releases Cassie, who begins to grasp for breath. He 
grabs the kid, holding him up as a shield. He moves to the 
door, opening it and stepping out.

		Andrew
		“Hey, I know you wouldn’t want to kill an
		innocent kid, right? Just let me go. All I
		wanted to do was get out of that place. I
		didn’t want to hurt anyone.”

		Police
		“Didn’t want to hurt anyone? You’ve killed
		two people and wounded three.”

		Andrew
		“It wasn’t my fault, alright? I just wanted
		out.”

		Police
		“Put the child down and lay down with your
		hands out!”

		Andrew
		“I can’t do that. I’d like to, really. I
		just can’t.”

Cassie snatches the kid from Andrew, dragging him down and 
ducking. In an instant, six guns fire into the chest of 
Andrew Seint several times each. His face looks surprised. 
He steps forward once, looking down at his chest. His hand 
comes up.

		Andrew
		“I..it wasn’t my fault...Just wanted out..”

Andrew drops down to his knees, and then onto his face. The 
police rush in closer. Several officers begin to check the 
two from the house while two others pull a stretcher up to 
the driveway. The screen goes black with the image of 
Andrew Seint being loaded onto it.

		Voice Over
		“Andrew Seint’s life ended in a way no man,
		woman or child in that neighborhood will
		ever be able to forget. Three lives were
		lost, but most believe Andrew’s was gone
		long before this happened. A crazy man
		driven even more over the ledge of
		insanity.”

		“Our next feature is about Matt Yullin and a
		group of his peers. Matt is an awkward kid
		who doesn’t always fit in with the crowd.
		This has lead to some strange things in his
		life. Take a look.”

Narrator: Matt Yullin isn’t your average, every day kid. He 
isn’t a football player, or a member of any after school 
clubs. A life of being the outsider has left him damaged. 
He spends his free time researching ancient rituals of 
magic. He even considers himself a necromancer.

Matt sits alone at the library table. Only a few others are 
even here, still. He’s looking through several books when 
the librarian walks up.

		Librarian
		“Finding everything okay, Matt?”

		Matt
		“Yes, thanks.”

The librarian turns the closest book so that it faces her. 
She reads the title and raises her eyebrows.

		Librarian
		“Strange Magical Happenings?”

Matt doesn’t look up from his current book. The librarian 
shakes her head a little and shrugs. She returns to her 
desk as Matt stands. He picks up three of the books, 
walking to the receptionist desk.

		Matt
		“I’d like to check these out, please.”

		Librarian
		“Alright..”

She punches the keys on the computer as Matt pulls out a 
library card. She scans it and then hands it back.

		Librarian
		“All done. They’ll be due back in a week.”

Matt nods his head, taking the books and walking away from 
the desk.

Narrator: Later in the evening, Matt is walking home. The 
sun is lowering itself below the clouds. At the edge of the 
woods, Matt trips over something.

Matt stumbles, falling down hard. Branches snap under him 
as he sits up, looking around in the fading light. A large, 
thick book is sticking out of the ground. He grabs it, 
opening the pages and looking through it slowly.

		Matt
		“Wonder where this came from.”

Matt puts the book in his bag, standing and dusting himself 
off. He looks around one more time, checking for anything 
else around. He then begins walking again, heading towards 
home.

Narrator: Inside Matt’s bedroom, he remembers his find. 
Instead of reading his library books, he opens the dirty 
covers of his new book.

Matt sits on his bed with his head down. The book sits open 
in his lap and he mumbles as he reads through the first 
pages.

		Matt
		“Magic..blood...sacrifice.”

A knock on the door pulls Matt from his reading. He throws 
a book mark between the pages and shuts the book, putting 
it down on his bed. Matt stands and makes his way over to 
the door to his room.

		Matt
		“Hey, Jim. How’s it going?”

Jim Santol walks into the room.

		Jim
		“It’s going, how about you?”

		Matt
		“Just doing a little reading.”

		Jim
		“That’s all you ever do. There’s a party
		tonight, you should come.”

		Matt
		“Nah, I wouldn’t fit in with anyone there.
		I’ll find something to do around here.”

Jim shrugs, sitting down on the bed and picking up the 
book.

		Jim
		“Live a little. All you’re gonna do is sit
		around here and read. Where’d you get this
		from? Looks like it’s almost falling apart.”

		Matt
		“I tripped over it on the way home. Thought
		I’d bring it with me and see what it was
		about.”

		Jim
		“Oh. So, what’s it about?”

Matt makes a corny gesture with his hands, wiggling his 
fingers.

		Matt
		“Magic, of course.”

		Jim
		“Freak. Fine then, stay here and read your
		books. You know where to find us if you
		decide to get a life.”

Jim drops the book back onto the bed. He stands and walks 
out of the room, shutting the door behind him. Matt picks 
up the book again, opening it to the book mark.

		Matt
		“Huh..reanimating the dead. Sounds like
		fun.”

Matt continues to read the instructions in the book. After 
a while, he lays it onto the bed and walks over to his 
dresser. He picks up a pocket knife laying on top and walks 
back.

		Matt
		“Drip blood onto the pages of the book and
		recite the spell. A group of soldiers will
		come to you in time.”

He makes a small cut onto his arm, letting it drop to the 
pages of the book. He then begins to say the words.

		Matt
		“Bre aeon visune. Numm Tueq Kewa.”

He smears the blood around in the pattern printed on the 
books page. The paper seems to absorb the crimson liquid as 
he continues to chant.

		Matt
		“Pio Santu Janq Xau!”

A flash shoots up from the book, knocking Matt backwards. 
He stumbles and falls to the floor. The book shuts itself 
loudly. The last thing Matt see’s before fading from 
consciousness is a red glow coming from the pages.

Narrator: Matt has undergone a slight change. Strange 
markings are now printed on the side of his neck and face. 
His hair has also changed, the tips turning white while the 
rest remained black. He wakes up to find himself laying in 
his bed. The book is sitting on the desk.

Matt groans as he sits up, rubbing his forehead.

		Matt
		“What happened..”

He pushes himself out of the bed, shaking his head. Looking 
around, he spots the book. He moves towards it, but spots 
himself in the mirror. He stares at his reflection, which 
is now pale. Weird marks are drawn on his face and the tips 
of his hair are white.

		Matt
		“Who’s been screwing around? Jim, did you do
		this? Where are you?”

He scrubs at the marks, but it doesn’t remove them. A knock 
on the window outside causes him to turn. Another knock, 
this one harder. Matt walks over to the window, looking out 
at the empty lawn. A face pops up, the skin a pale green. 
One eye is missing. Matt lets out a scream as the creature 
bashes its head up against the window.

		Zombie
		“Masser...”

Brown drool runs from its mouth as it tries to speak.

		Matt
		“Quit screwing around! Go away!”

As he speaks, the zombie outside the window backs away. It 
turns, shambling off into the darkness outside. Matt turns, 
jumping over his bed and running to the door of his room. 
He opens it, stopping quickly as another of the creatures 
stands in his hallway. Skin hangs from the hands of this 
one as it reaches out to Matt. Most of its lower jaw is 
gone and the rest is covered by torn rags.

		Matt
		“Damnit! Stop! Whoever is doing this stop!”

The zombie stops, tilting its head. Matt falls back onto 
his bed, looking at the creature. He turns towards his 
desk, grabbing the book and turning the pages quickly.

		Matt
		“Whoever performs the ritual will have at
		his aid a group of the undead. Zombies risen
		from their graves to serve their new master.
		However, with no intelligence they simply do
		what is told by the one who summoned them.”

Matt puts the book down, looking up at the creature in 
front of him. It remains in the same position, its hands 
held out slightly and its head tilted to the side.

		Matt
		“Turn around?”

The zombie shuffles its feet, turning so that it’s back now 
faces Matt.

		Matt
		“Walk..”

The zombie puts one foot out, hobbling forward. It goes 
past the door and straight into the wall on the other side 
of the hall.

		Matt
		“No intelligence is right..”

The creature keeps trying to walk through the wall.

		Matt
		“Stop.”

It now stands still, what remains of its face pressed 
against the paint. Matt moves out into the hall, looking at 
the zombie.

		Matt
		“Follow me.”

Matt begins moving down the hall, and as he does the zombie 
turns and shambles after him. He leads it to the main door.

		Matt
		“Well, here’s one. I wonder how many they
		considered a group.”

Matt turns towards the door, stopping as he pushes it open. 
Seven more stand outside the door, each just as horrible as 
the first. He takes the first step outside as the zombie 
behind him struggles through the door.

		Matt
		“All of you..follow me?”

All begin to walk forward towards Matt. He moves slowly, 
leading them down the path.

Narrator: Matt has found a new group of ‘friends.’ He
doesn’t know the consequences of his actions, though. The 
spell put a dark twist on his mind, and is taking control 
of him. The only way to end it is death. He finds himself 
standing outside of Jim’s house. The party inside is 
already well under way.

		Matt
		“Time to test out my new little army.”

Matt laughs as he walks up the driveway. The creatures 
stumble along after him, dragging their feet as one group. 
Matt opens the door to the house and walks in. Loud music 
blares from all around. Jim walks up to Matt.

		Jim
		“Hey, glad you could show up. What’s with
		the new look?”

A girl screaming causes both to turn. All seven zombies 
have entered the house and are standing still.

		Matt
		“Meet some new friends of mine.”

		Jim
		“What the hell’s this? Some kind of
		practical joke?”

		Matt
		“Kill them.”

The zombies lurch forward, grabbing at anyone within reach. 
One girl gets snatched by the hair and is brought down into 
the hands of two of the creatures. They begin to tear at 
her skin. Jim rushes through the crowd of people and into 
the bedroom. Pete is sitting in a chair, watching 
television.

		Jim
		“Grab a bat, man! Something is seriously
		screwed up around here! Matt showed up and
		he’s got..I don’t know what the hell they
		are!”


		Pete
		“Jim, calm down! What the hell are you
		talking about?”

		Jim
		“They look dead! He told them to start
		attacking everyone! Get a bat!”

Jim rummages through the closet and comes out with a bat. 
He tosses it to Pete and goes back in. He comes out this 
time with a machete.

		Pete
		“Someone is attacking people in the party.
		You get the machete and I get a bat? That’s
		kinda messed up.”

		Jim
		“Shut up! Just go out and start hitting
		them!”

Both leave the bedroom. The zombies continue to rip through 
people, biting and clawing and ripping at anything they can 
touch. Matt stands at the door, watching as Jim and Pete 
starting swinging wildly at the zombies. Pete bashes one in 
the back with the baseball bat, but it turns around and 
slaps him away.

		Matt
		“Kill them both!”

Behind Matt, Linda Miles has ran to the house. Hearing the 
screams from next door, she came to see what was going on.

		Linda
		“What’s happening?”

Matt turns, looking at Linda. He grabs her by the hair and 
shoves her into the house.

		Matt
		“We’re having a party, can’t you see?”

Blood has been splattered all over the walls. Jim is 
standing against a wall, the machete held tightly in his 
hand. He slashes at anything that comes close enough to 
grab him. Pete has been overcome by three of the zombies on 
the floor. One of the zombies grabs Linda from behind, 
sinking its teeth into her shoulder. She beats at the 
creatures head, but it sinks its fingers into her neck. The 
zombie then falls to the ground as Jim swings the machete 
into its back.

		Jim
		“Matt!”

Jim charges at Matt now, swinging the machete out into the 
air. He drops the blade into the shoulder of Matt, cutting 
deeply into his neck.

		Matt
		“No...get..him!”

The zombies turn towards Matt and Jim just as Matt falls to 
the ground. All seven swarm over Jim, ripping him apart in 
seconds. The screen goes dark as his screams echo in the 
air.

		Voice Over
		“Magic isn’t a toy that one should play
		with. It was believed to be the way of old
		worlds, and though many believe it false,
		some things can’t be explained by normal
		means. It’s simply, Magic.”
		
		“Our final event of the night takes place
		around William Styles. William is a pianist
		who finds work at various clubs throughout
		his city. A pair of gloves finds their way
		into his possession, but they are far from
		ordinary. The gloves lead him into a path of
		crime, and right into the hands of Luke Thomson.”

Narrator: William Styles is considered an average musician. 
All of that will change in a matter of hours, however. A 
mysterious gift is left for William, one that turns him 
into a master of his craft.

William stands on the stage, just having finished 
performing. A small amount of people are scattered about 
the tables.

		William
		“Hope everyone has enjoyed the show tonight.
		As always, I’ll be back tomorrow so feel
		free to come around and have a listen.”

William walks to the end of the stage, moving down the 
steps. He makes his way over to the bar, sitting down on a 
stool.

		William
		“Can I get a coke?”

		Bartender
		“Sure. Some guy left this for you. He was
		kind of strange, but said he thought you
		could use them.”

The bartender puts a small box on the bar before turning 
and filling up a glass with coke. He places it beside the 
box and walks away to tend to other customers.

		William
		“Gift, huh?”

William picks the box up, turning it over and looking at 
it. He turns it back over, pulling the lid off. Inside the 
box, a simple pair of gloves rest. A note lays on top of 
them. William picks it up and begins to read.

		William
		“This is a gift. No attachments, no hidden
		strings. All I ask is that you wear the
		gloves when you play. They will give to you
		the talent of a master musician. You will,
		in time, come to find out who I am and why I
		sent you this gift. Until then, be grateful
		and appreciate the generosity of others.”

William looks around the bar to make sure no one is 
watching. He shrugs his shoulders and stuffs the gloves 
into his pockets, swallowing down the coke in one drink. He 
stands, making his way to the door.

		William
		“Have a good one. See all of you tomorrow.”

William pushes the door open and walks out into the night 
air.

Narrator: William is in his bed sleeping, having forgotten 
all about the gloves for the time being.

A tapping sound is heard before the gloves drop from the 
bedside table. They crawl across the floor, feeling their 
way through the dark room.

Having found their way outside, the gloves scurry along the 
edges of the building. A short trip down the block and they 
are resting before a jewelry shop window. On picks up a 
rock, hurling it into the glass. The alarm instantly goes 
off as the gloves scuttle into the building. After about 
two minutes, both come out from the building. Each one is 
filled to the top with gold and jewels. The drop down from 
the window, running down the street.

Narrator: The police are baffled when they find the store. 
Besides the small hole in the window, there is no way 
inside or out.

When William wakes up the next morning, he finds the gloves 
not on the table where he placed them, but laying in the 
middle of the floor.

		William
		“How did they get down there?”

William grabs the gloves, dropping them onto the bed. He 
opens his closet, pulling out a suit and dropping it onto 
the bed as well. William walks into the bathroom, turning 
on the shower and closing the door.

Narrator: Later that afternoon, William returns to his 
normal routine by arriving at the club to perform.

William walks into the bar, the gloves now on his hands. He 
sits down, ordering a coke and looking around at the small 
crowd. About ten people sit at different tables, some 
talking and some eating. He drinks his coke before walking 
up onto the stage.

		William
		“Hello there, everyone. Hope you’re all
		having a good time tonight. Time for a
		little music.”

William walks over to his piano, sitting down at the bench. 
He warms up by flexing his hands before he starts to play. 
The crowd quickly perks up at the change as his fingers 
dance over the keys. The bartender stands behind the bar, 
his eyebrows raised as he nods his head.

		Bartender
		“Definitely a change for the better.”

A couple of regulars at the bar laugh at the comment and 
nod in agreement. William keeps tapping the keys of the 
piano for a while, stopping for a break. He walks up to the 
microphone.

		William
		“Guess it’s a good night, huh guys? I feel
		like a totally different person up there
		playing.”

The gathered crowd laughs along.

		William
		“Taking a short break. Will do a new song in
		about five minutes.”

William walks off of the stage, moving towards the bar. He 
reaches over, pulling out a paper bag and then removing a 
sandwich from that. He eats it quickly, drinking down 
another coke and looking around the bar.
			
		William
		“Hey, the guy who left these gloves been
		around lately?”

		Bartender
		“Not that I’ve seen, sorry.”

William nods before standing. He moves back onto the stage 
and sits in front of the piano. The door opens and in walks 
the man from the other night, the one who left the gloves. 
He sits down at the bar.

		Man
		“Can I get a scotch, please?”

		Bartender
		“Sure. Hey, you’re the one in here the other
		night. Will asked if I’d seen you again. He
		should be off the stage in a little bit.”

The man nods as he takes his drink, sipping it. William 
wraps up the song he was playing and once again exits the 
stage. As he makes his way back to the bar, the man stands 
up and extends his hand.

		Man
		“William? Luke Thomson.”

William shakes his hand. The man looks at the gloves and 
smiles.

		Luke Thomson
		“I notice you’ve accepted my little gift.
		How do you like them so far?”

		William
		“They’re working out pretty good. Just
		curious, but why the gift?”

		Luke Thomson
		“You seem like an honest enough man,
		William. Someone who doesn’t deserve working
		in dives when they can make real money
		performing their craft.”


		William
		“I like working here. The people are nice at
		the money isn’t bad.”

		Luke Thomson
		“I’m sure the people are great and the money
		is plenty. You just have the tools to
		achieve more.”

William begins to pull the gloves off, shaking his head.

		Luke Thomson
		“No, keep those. They are yours, for the
		time being. When they are supposed to they
		will come back to me. Until then, use them
		wisely.”

Luke finishes off his drink, placing the glass on the 
counter. He turns, walking out the door. William sighs.

		William
		“Can I get a coke?”

The bartender places a glass of coke on the counter. 
William drinks it slowly as he looks over the people within 
the bar.

Narrator: Back inside Williams apartment, he is resting on 
the couch watching the television.

The telephone begins to ring. William places his hand on 
it, waiting for the third ring before answer.

		William
		“Hello?”

		William
		“Oh, hey. Mr. Thomson? How did you get my
		number?”

The phone clicks as the connection is severed. William 
looks at the receiver before placing it back on the base of 
the phone. Someone outside knocks on the door. William 
turns slowly, stepping to the door.
				
		William
		“Who is it?”

		Luke
		“I’d like my gloves back now, Mr. Styles If
		you check, there should also be a small bag
		of jewels inside your closet. Inside will be
		various necklaces and some large bills. I
		have also notified the police that you were
		the mastermind behind the recent string of
		burglaries. While this is not true, evidence
		will back up my story.”

		William
		“What are you talking about? Are you
		insane?”

		Luke
		“Not insane at all, William. I needed a
		simple minded man to test the gloves on. You
		see, strange things happen in this world. I
		have found the ability to make the gloves
		seem alive. They make me a rich man by
		stealing anything worth value. They leave no
		trace behind, unless I want them to, of
		course. This time, I did.”
		
Outside the building, the sound of police sirens pulling 
into the lot can be heard. The handle of the door unlocks 
itself and the door is pushed open. Thomson is standing 
outside, a smile on his face. In his hand is a small stun 
gun. He presses it into the shoulder of William and pushes 
the button. Electricity flows through William’s body and he 
falls to the floor.

		Luke
		“Do have a good time in jail, Will. While
		you will be there for a long time, remember
		that people do not usually give a gift, no
		matter how simple it seems, unless they get
		something themselves.”

Luke whistles. The gloves scatter across the floor, one 
tugging a bag behind him. Luke reaches down, picking up 
both the gloves and the bag. He stuffs the gloves into his 
pocket and turns, walking out of the apartment.

		Voice Over
		“Poor William Styles. He did manage to
		escape prison, but only because they deemed
		him insane. It seems the stress of life was
		too much for him. No trace was ever found of
		Luke Thomson, whom he claimed had framed
		him. Also no trace of the ‘magical gloves’
		he claimed that he possessed for a short
		time. He’s spending the rest of his life
		inside an institution for the mentally
		insane. Kind of odd how things have a way of
		going full circle, isn’t it?”

The sky comes back into focus. The clouds rush past in 
quick streams, cutting the deep blue with a pale white.

			THE END