Bump in the Night

GET OUT

KEVIN : We have to go back.

KHAN : I don't know. Maybe you should wait here and I'll just-

MINDY : GET OUT!

Her voice echoes throughout the house and the brothers stop dead.

KEVIN : Now what?

KHAN : I don't know.

KYLE : Guys, help me! 

His voice is trembling and desperate. Khan stands for a moment trying to decide what to do. With a sigh, he starts helping his brother back to the car. 

KHAN : Okay, I'm going to go back for Kyle. All this can't be any more than a bunch of tricks. Wait for me here. Don't do anything unnecessary. 

 Khan turns around, pulls out his gun and cocks it. 

He holds it out before him, ready to shoot if necessary. He slowly makes his way through the living room. As he turns down the hallway he hears a sound in the kitchen. He stops and aims his gun but sees nothing. He swallows and continues down the hall. Everything is eerily quiet. He hears a sound behind him and looks back. When he sees nothing he turns back around and Kyle is standing directly in front of him, chest pressed against his gun. 

Khan screams and takes a step back, tripping over something that causes him to fall over onto his back. He quickly sits up and freezes in disbelief when he sees that Kyle isn't there. 

He sits mouth agape for a few moments before taking a deep breath, getting back up and continuing. He passes the empty room where the music equipment was and heads for the room at the end of the hall. He takes a deep breath and kicks the door. It doesn't open, he just bounces back a bit. He gives it an irritated look. 

DOOR :  Don't be looking at me like that, you fool. Why don't you just turn my handle like you're supposed to, you half witted inebriate. 

Khan doesn't move a muscle but just stares at the talking door in horror. 

DOOR :  Like this. 

The handle starts moving up and down. 

DOOR : Down to open, just like that. And then you push. Simple, you little turd.

KYLE : Khan! Kev! Help me!

His voice is coming from behind the door.

Khan starts pacing up and down a bit, breathing heavily and repeatedly shaking his head. He stops and looks up.

KHAN : What is going on here?! What is this place, how is all this happening? Look, we're sorry, okay, we're sorry. Just let us out of this place!

There's no answer. Khan looks down dejectedly then moves towards the door. He places his had on the handle and slowly turns it. 

He throws it open and holds his gun up, ready to shoot. He lowers it when he sees that he's looking right at the hall he just walked down. He turns around and and instead of the hall he's now looking at a mirror.