To a quiet, upscale suburban street.
His car turns into the driveway.
The GARAGE DOOR rises.
—
The car pulls in.
The Overlord hits the remote.
The garage door begins to CLOSE.
The radio plays softly. He turns it off.
Then– he opens his door to get out.
CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
Not from the car.
From the dark.
The Overlord freezes.
Something nudges the car violently.
The car ALARM suddenly BLARES.
He whips around—
Smoke rolls along the concrete.
Too thick.
Too intentional.
The smoke PULSES—
For a few seconds, the HOWLER snaps into form.
Massive.
Four-legged. Totally quadrupedal creatures.
Claws scraping concrete.
Then—
It VANISHES back into smoke.
The pulse ends.
The Overlord SCREAMS.
He scrambles back into the car, slamming the door quickly —
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Outside, you can see the garage door DENTS outward.
Once.
A low HOWL bleeds through the metal.
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The Howler PULSES again.
SOLID.
Right beside the car.
It SWIPES.
Metal SCREAMS as the hood is ripped open.
The windshield SHATTERS inward.
The Overlord scuttles backward, panicked—
He falls into the BACK SEAT.
Crawls out the back door as the smoke begins to seep through the car vents.
He RUNS around the back of the car.
CLIMBS onto the TRUNK.
Reaches up—
Fumbling for the EMERGENCY RELEASE LATCH on the garage door.
OVERLORD (sobbing, desperate):
“No—no—no—”
CLICK. CLICK.
The sonar is closer now.
The Howler PULSES again—
[THE CAMERA CUTS—]
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[OUTSIDE GARAGE – SAME MOMENT]
The garage door CAVES outward.
Through windows in the garage door, we see a TEN-SPEED BIKE crashes off a wall rack.
A SHRIEK erupts.
Loud.
Devastating.
Another SLAM.
Harder.
The Overlord SCREAMS— cut short. His bloody hand slaps against the window as the garage door bursts open. The Overlord’s lifeless body slumps against the new hole.
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Silence.
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Lights flick on. Curtains part.
Neighbors peer out. Confused.
Concerned. But they see— Nothing.
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[CLOSE ON THE GARAGE DOOR]
Smoke begins to SEEP out. Thin. Intentional.
It slides through the gaps, between concrete
and metal.
Then—
One final PULSE.
Still. Watching.
Just then— A shriek splits the night sky. Gone. After a few minutes, the street returns to normal.