And the winners are:
Frederick Loren - Vincent Price (50%)
Annabelle Loren - Gwyneth Paltrow (46%)
Butler - John Goodman (53%)
Morticia Addams - Carolyn Jones (46%)
Gomez Addams - John Astin (53%)
Frankenstein - Jack Nicholson (46%)
Count Dracula - Bella Lugosi (66%)
Thank you for voting!
FREDERICK LOREN, and his wife, ANNABELLE, have invited several GUESTS to spend the night in their old mansion situated atop a hill.
EXT. OLD MANSION - NIGHT
Each guest arrives at the desolate mansion in a limousine provided by Mr. Loren and are attended to by his BUTLER.
INT. FOYER. MANSION - NIGHT
Good evening, Sir. Mr. Loren will be with you shortly.
FRANKENSTEIN passes him, GRUNTING.
Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Addams.
INT. SITTING ROOM. MANSION - NIGHT
MORTICIA and GOMEZ ADDAMS join Frankenstein who bends over to kiss Morticia's extended hand, then shakes Gomez's hand and offers a cigar.
What's the old boy up to?
Frankenstein GRUNTS, shaking his head as he lights Gomez's cigar.
It's all very mysterious, cherie.
As Gomez is about to smother her arm in kisses, the doorbell HOLLERS, distracting him. The threesome's glances follow the butler as he opens the door.
Good evening, Count.
As Gomez steps towards Dracula,
You're looking well, Count.
Thank you. Where is your beautiful wife?
Gracefully walking towards him,
As she extends her hand, Dracula eyes her neck. All are once again distracted by the doorbell.
Good evening, Madam.
ELVIRA embraces Morticia as each air kiss one another.
Whatever Frederick is up to, it's fabulous to see you all.
You're looking more lovely than ever, my dear.
Dracula salivates as he glances between Elvira's and Morticia's necks.
Looking dashing and stunning, Frederick and Annabelle suddenly appear.
How gracious of you for coming tonight.
Don't give it a thought, my friend. But what is the occasion?
You're famous for your tricks, old chap.
I'm happy to announce Annabelle's birthday.
The group offer her hugs, kisses, and best wishes. As they do, Frederick steps towards the light switch unnoticed, and shuts off the lights.
In the darkness, a SCREAM and a THUMP are heard. Frederick switches the lights on. Dracula's fangs drip with blood.
What have you done, Count?
He rushes to Annabelle squirming on the floor, her hand covered with blood trying to soothe the bite on her neck.
What you told me to do. To bite Annabelle.
Everyone turns to Frederick questioningly. As he assists Annabelle to her feet and tends to her wound,
No, no, no, dear Count. I told you to sing to Annabelle.
I do not sing. I bite.
I am a lady of darkness now.
I beg your pardon, Annabelle, but I am the lady of darkness.
Mon ami, you are mistaken for it is I, the lady of darkness.
Once again, the lights go out. A spotlight flashes on Frederick.
For you, my darling. Happy birthday.
Frankenstein appears on a makeshift stage in a yellow, sequined jacket and black sequined pants holding a cane. As he clumsily dances, he belts out "Puttin on the Ritz." Annabelle thoroughly enjoys his performance, blowing him a kiss.
He nearly stumbles offstage as Morticia and Elvira, dressed as Flappers, sing "All That Jazz," dancing on and around their chair props. Annabelle CLAPS enthusiastically.
Gomez then appears and recites quite eloquently, Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "Annabel Lee."
Last, Dracula appears adorned in a red and black cape.
For this act, I will need your assistance, dearest Annabelle.
Annabelle joins him exuberantly.
With one swoop of my cape, I will make Annabelle disappear.
On the count of three...one, two, three.
Dracula covers Annabelle with his cape and to everyone's delight, Annabelle disappears.
But where did she go?
As everyone surrounds Dracula in curious search of Annabelle, he disappears in a ball of smoke. The stunned group blinks at the stain on the floor and exchange concerned glances.
He has abducted her!
As he rushes to the door,
I will search high and low. Use all of my resources.
Do anything to find her. If it takes forever!
INT. DINING QUARTERS. SHIP TO TRANSYLVANIA - NIGHT
Are you comfortable, dearest Annabelle?
Yes, I am, Count. But where are we going?
There's no place like home.
Cut! This is not the Wizard of Oz!
To the director,
And this is House on Haunted Hill?
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**