Sattasvaara Slasher - a script idea and a short screenplay
WORKING TITLE: Sattasvaara Slasher
GENRE:
Classic summer-camp slasher in the vein of Friday the 13th
SETTING:
A remote forest near Sodankylä
Camp location: Sattasvaara Wilderness Camp
The dialogue is in English, sprinkled with Finnish curse words and mixed Scandinavian accents.
LOGLINE
A group of UK, Finnish, Swedish, and Estonian friends—meeting in person for the first time after years in an online movie community—travel to the remote forests of Sattasvaara for a weekend camping trip. But the local legend of the “Sattasvaara Slasher” turns out to be horrifyingly true when an uninvited, hockey-masked killer begins stalking them one by one.
THE LEGEND
Told early in the movie by a local shopkeeper from Sodankylä village:
“Up there in Sattasvaara… a boy drowned in the bog after campers bullied him. They say he grew up twisted, hiding in the forest, wearing a mask to hide his rotten face. Hullu perkele… If you hear branches snapping but no wind… run.”
They call him The Sattasvaara Slasher.
Killer look:
Hockey mask, worn winter coat, heavy boots, machete + improvised forest tools.
CHARACTER GROUP
The campers are members of a Discord movie community:
1. Jamie (UK) – charismatic, loud, “organizer”
2. Mark (UK) – sarcastic, horror buff
3. Aino (Finland) – outdoorsy, calm, knows real Finnish wilderness
4. Tuomas (Finland) – drops random Finnish curse words constantly
5. Freja (Sweden) – friendly, upbeat, loves filming everything
6. Henrik (Sweden) – quiet, logical, hates camping but came anyway
7. Maarika (Estonia) – confident, dry humor
8. Rasmus (Estonia) – tries too hard to look brave
STORY STRUCTURE
ACT I — ARRIVAL
Cold Open:
Two local teens sneak into the Sattasvaara camp at dusk to drink. One goes to “take a leak” and is silently taken by the Slasher. The other finds his friend’s body hung from a pine tree like a warning before the killer charges. Smash cut to title.
The Group Arrives:
They arrive in a rented van, arguing about Finnish mosquitoes, British snacks, and “how dark Lapland gets at night even in summer.”
Funny Discord-style banter:
Mark: “This is where we die because Jamie can’t read a map.”
Tuomas: “Älä viitsi, it’s perfectly fine. Maybe. If the bears don’t f*** us first.”
Freja: “That sounded reassuring. Totally.”
They set up camp. Aino tells them about the local legend.
Aino: “People say Sattasvaara is haunted by some masked hermit.”
Jamie: “Brilliant. Didn't bring a gun, but I did bring marshmallows.”
ACT II — NIGHTFALL AND THE FIRST KILLS
Tension builds:
Strange sounds in the forest. A heavy silhouette watching.
A mutilated reindeer carcass found near camp.
Kill 1 – Henrik:
Goes to collect firewood alone. The killer emerges silently and snaps his neck against a tree. The group assumes he “wandered off.”
Kill 2 – Freja:
Filming a vlog near the lake. Killer rises behind her from the water (classic homage to the ending of Friday the 13th Part II). Camera falls into the moss.
The group finds her camera, not her.
ACT III — THE DISCOVERY
Bodies begin appearing around camp arranged ritualistically.
Maarika panics in Estonian. Jamie tries to calm everyone but fails.
Aino realizes:
“Someone’s hunting us… Ei saatana… we need to move!”
They try to leave, but their van has been sabotaged—battery ripped out, tires slashed.
Kill 3 – Rasmus:
Impaled with a sharpened tree branch. The killer drags him into the dark.
Mark finds the shopkeeper’s warning was right:
They see the killer’s hut: bone charms, old photos, rusted tools, a child’s winter glove pinned to the wall.
ACT IV — FINAL CHASE
Only Aino, Jamie, Mark, and Tuomas remain.
They attempt to escape through the bog.
Mark is grabbed from beneath the peat and pulled down.
Jamie’s Heroic Moment:
Sacrifices himself to distract the slasher so Aino and Tuomas can run.
Jamie (yelling):
“COME ON YOU FROZEN-FACED WANKER!”
Jamie is hacked down.
Final Survivor: Aino
She baits the killer near a cliffside ravine. He charges, slips on loose gravel, and falls into darkness.
She collapses, sobbing, saying:
“Perkele… it’s over.”
EPILOGUE
Morning. Rescue helicopters arrive.
Aino looks down into the ravine—
The body is gone.
Only the hockey mask remains on a rock.
Cue sequel tease.
TONE & STYLE
-
Classic early-80s slasher pacing
-
English dialogue with scattered Finnish swears: “Saatana,” “Perkele,” “Vittu”
-
Atmospheric Lapland forest visuals
-
Killer shown in shadows until Act II
Brutal but practical-effects-style kills
FADE IN:
TITLE CARD:
SATTASVAARA SLASHER
INT. BLACK
We hear distant WIND in the trees. A tiny, tinny SPEAKER starts playing Finnish rap.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CLEARING – NIGHT
A small CLEARING deep in the forest.
PINJA (17, Finnish, dyed hair) and JONI (17, Finnish, hoodie) sit on a fallen log, drinking cheap BEER. A portable SPEAKER plays nearby.
Moonlight filters through tall pine trunks.
PINJA
We’re actually doing this. Sattasvaara
at night.
(grins)
Tää on niin tyhmää.
JONI
Exactly. That’s why it’s fun.
Anyway, the stories are bullshit.
He makes a half-hearted “wooOOO” ghost noise. She smacks his arm.
PINJA
Shut up. I don’t want to think about
some iso jätkä with a knife.
JONI
If some guy in a hockey mask shows up,
I’ll just say I’m a fan.
She snorts, takes a swig.
A BRANCH SNAPS somewhere in the trees.
Both freeze.
PINJA
Did you hear that?
JONI
Probably reindeer. Or some drunk Russian
lost again.
He stands, cups his hands and shouts into the dark.
JONI (CONT’D)
Hei, poro! Tule tänne, otetaan selfie!
Pinja laughs nervously.
The forest goes eerily quiet. No wind. No insects.
Joni’s smile fades a little.
PINJA
Let’s go home. Seriously.
JONI
We just got here.
He walks toward the TREELINE, phone in hand.
CUT TO:
EXT. TREELINE – CONTINUOUS
Joni’s PHONE LIGHT cuts through the darkness.
Just trunks. Branches. Moss.
He steps closer, raises the phone. The light lands on a WHITE HOCKEY MASK, seemingly hanging from a branch at eye level.
Joni jumps, then laughs.
JONI
Okay, that’s actually pretty good.
Someone’s messing with—
The mask moves. It’s being WORN.
A MASSIVE FIGURE steps out of the shadows: COAT, GLOVES, HOCKEY MASK.
The SATTASVAARA SLASHER.
Joni’s laughter dies.
JONI (CONT’D)
(small)
Uh... terve?
The masked figure stares. Silent.
The MACHETE-LIKE BLADE flashes. Joni gasps—then his phone hits the ground, light spinning.
From the phone POV, we see his legs collapse. Twitch. Go still.
A BOOT steps into frame, kicks the phone aside.
CUT TO:
EXT. CLEARING – SAME TIME
Pinja scrolls on her phone, bored.
PINJA
Okei, lopeta pelleily, Joni!
Tuu takas!
No answer.
She sighs, stands, walks toward the TREES.
PINJA (CONT’D)
If you jump out, I swear I’ll—
Something THUDS in front of her.
JONI’S BODY drops from a tree, hanging upside down by a rope around his ankle. His throat is slashed. Blood drips onto the moss.
Pinja SCREAMS, stumbling back and slipping. Her phone skitters away.
As she scrambles up, she sees him—
The SLASHER behind Joni’s swaying body. Motionless. Watching.
Pinja turns to RUN.
She makes it three steps before a GLOVED HAND grabs her by the hair and yanks her backward, dragging her into the dark.
Her SCREAM echoes through the trees.
SMASH CUT TO:
TITLE CARD:
SATTASVAARA SLASHER
CUT TO:
EXT. LAPLAND HIGHWAY – DUSK
A lonely two-lane ROAD cuts through endless pines. Orange evening sky.
A RENTED VAN barrels along.
CUT TO:
INT. RENTED VAN – MOVING – DUSK
Eight adults, mid-20s to early 30s, packed in with camping gear.
JAMIE (UK, charismatic) drives.
AINO (Finnish, practical) in the passenger seat with MAP and GPS.
In the back:
MARK (UK, sarcastic),
TUOMAS (Finnish, beanie, swears casually),
FREJA (Swedish, bright, vlogger with camera),
HENRIK (Swedish, reserved),
MAARIKA (Estonian, dry),
RASMUS (Estonian, cocky).
Freja films with a small CAMERA, pointed at everyone.
FREJA
Okay, say hi to Discord, campers.
MARK
(to camera)
This is the part of the horror movie
where you think they’re fun, then they
all die horribly.
JAMIE
Cheers, mate. Great energy.
TUOMAS
No worries, we die later. Now we just
suffer mosquitoes. Vittu.
Laughter.
MAARIKA
So, this is the first time all of us
meet in real life, and we immediately
go to some murder forest?
RASMUS
Exactly. It’s method acting. We’re
the victims now.
AINO
It’s not a murder forest. It’s just...
remote.
HENRIK
You said the nearest town was... how far?
AINO
Sodankylä is like forty minutes that
way.
(points back)
Sattasvaara is peaceful.
I came near here as a kid.
MARK
Yeah, and nothing bad has ever happened
in a peaceful, remote place. Definitely
not in any slasher movies.
JAMIE
We’re a horror movie Discord. This is
pilgrimage.
TUOMAS
Also, Jamie booked it already. Too late
now, perkele.
They laugh.
The van rattles over a bump.
FREJA
Okay, for the vlog — say your username
and your biggest wrong opinion about movies.
Groans.
JAMIE
Username: ModJamie.
Biggest wrong opinion: slashers are cozy.
MARK
That is not wrong, that is correct.
AINO
Username: kinoaino.
Wrong opinion: I like slow movies where
nothing happens.
MARK
That’s not wrong, that’s just Scandinavian.
TUOMAS
Username: TuomasTappaja.
Wrong opinion: the remake of The Thing
was... not that bad.
MARK
Kick him. Kick him from the server. IRL.
MAARIKA
Username: maarika_makes_memes.
Wrong opinion: jump scares are fun,
you are all just babies.
RASMUS
Username: Razzor_666.
Wrong opinion: practical effects are
overrated, CGI is fine.
Everyone:
ALL
BOOOOO.
JAMIE
Mute. Time out. Ban.
AINO
(grins)
We’re removing your role when we get
back. “CGI Enjoyer (Punished).”
HENRIK
Username: henr1k.
Wrong opinion: I don’t like camping but
I came anyway.
MARK
That’s just an opinion, not a movie take.
HENRIK
Movie take: I fell asleep during the
original Friday the 13th.
Gasps.
TUOMAS
Heretic.
FREJA
(to camera)
For posterity: if we die in the Finnish
woods, blame this van full of cursed takes.
They laugh as the van disappears into the deepening forest.
CUT TO:
EXT. SMALL GAS STATION – DUSK
The van pulls into a lonely GAS STATION. Fluorescent lights buzz.
They spill out, stretching and grabbing snacks and supplies.
CUT TO:
INT. GAS STATION – DUSK
Aino pays at the counter. The ELDERLY SHOPKEEPER (60s, Finnish, weathered) rings her up.
He eyes the group.
SHOPKEEPER
(in Finnish)
Turisteja? -- Tourists?
AINO
(switching to English)
Friends from online. We’re camping up
at Sattasvaara.
The Shopkeeper stiffens.
SHOPKEEPER
Sattasvaara...
(shakes head)
You should pick another place.
AINO
We already booked the camp.
SHOPKEEPER
People disappear up there. Every few
years. Hunters, hikers... kids.
(leans in)
They say there’s a man in the forest.
Won’t show his face. Hullu perkele.
If you hear branches break and there
is no wind... you run. Ymmärrätkö?
AINO
(uneasy smile)
Yeah. I understand.
Tuomas approaches with armfuls of BEER.
TUOMAS
Hei, we have beer. We’ll be fine.
SHOPKEEPER
Beer doesn’t stop a knife, poika.
The group heads out, still laughing.
The Shopkeeper watches them go, worried.
CUT TO:
EXT. FOREST ROAD / SATTASVAARA SIGN – TWILIGHT
The van turns onto a GRAVEL ROAD.
A faded wooden SIGN:
SATTASVAARA WILDERNESS
The trees close in.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – NIGHT (JUST AFTER SUNSET)
A clearing deep in the forest.
FIRE PIT. Old SHEDS. A locked MAIN CABIN. The looming TREELINE.
The van pulls in. They unload gear.
JAMIE
Welcome to the middle of nowhere.
FREJA
This is so cool.
She films the treeline.
HENRIK
This is so cold.
MAARIKA
It’s summer. You’re Swedish.
Toughen up.
Aino checks the cabin door.
AINO
Main cabin is locked. We’ll camp
outside like planned.
(points)
Tents there, fire pit here, forest
everywhere. Try not to get lost.
MARK
Those are famous last words.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – LATER – NIGHT
TENTS are set up. A FIRE burns. They sit around it, eating, drinking.
FREJA
Okay, horror nerds. Campfire story time.
Someone tell us a local legend.
All eyes go to Aino.
MAARIKA
Yeah, forest girl. Something spooky.
Aino sighs, then settles in.
AINO
Fine. There is an old story...
They say a boy lived near here, decades
ago. His family was... strange.
He was bullied by campers. Beaten,
chased into the marsh. One night he fell
in a bog and disappeared.
The fire pops.
AINO (CONT’D)
They found only his jacket and his hat.
Body never showed up.
Some say he drowned. Others say he
dragged himself out, hurt and broken,
and stayed in the forest.
MARK
You’re just describing a Finnish Jason.
AINO
Kids in school said he covers his face
with an old hockey mask so you don’t see
what the forest did to it.
If he sees you, he doesn’t want you
to leave. That’s the rule.
TUOMAS
Of course he wears a hockey mask.
This is Finland.
JAMIE
Sodankylä’s own slasher icon.
We should sell merch.
FREJA
(camera up)
Already filming.
She zooms toward the dark treeline.
A branch SNAPS somewhere off in the forest.
They all go still.
RASMUS
That’s him. We’re dead.
Nice to meet you all.
Tuomas cups his hands, shouting into the dark.
TUOMAS
Terve, Sattasvaara! Bring beer if you
come kill us!
Laughter breaks the tension.
They relax, passing a bottle of vodka.
RASMUS
So, most cursed movie we watched
together?
MAARIKA
The Latvian found footage with the
potato cellar demon.
MARK
Filmed on a toaster.
JAMIE
There were fifty people in voice,
just spamming skull emojis.
AINO
And Tuomas yelling "vittu" at every
jump scare.
TUOMAS
Authentic Finnish commentary.
FREJA
I joined during the Italian zombie
marathon.
HENRIK
(deadpan)
I joined during Bad Shark Week.
Worst decision of my life.
MARK
No, worst decision is coming to Lapland
with us.
MAARIKA
(to Aino)
Say something very Finnish about this fire.
Aino stares into the flames.
AINO
This is nice.
Beat.
MARK
That’s it?
AINO
Yeah. That means it’s perfect.
TUOMAS
In Finland, if we say something is
"quite okay," that is basically love.
FREJA
In Sweden we just apologize the whole time.
HENRIK
(automatically)
Sorry.
MAARIKA
In Estonia we sit by the fire and look
like we hate each other, but secretly
we’re happy.
RASMUS
If an Estonian says "it’s fine,"
it means this is the best day of
their life.
They laugh. The fire burns lower.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – LATER THAT NIGHT
The fire is embers. They drift off.
Aino and Jamie tidy up supplies. Mark and Tuomas still sit, talking quietly.
Freja heads toward her tent with her camera. Henrik wanders toward the trees with a flashlight.
HENRIK
(mutters)
If I pee near the tents, someone
complains. Out here, someone stabs me.
Great choices.
CUT TO:
EXT. DARK TREES – CONTINUOUS
Henrik finishes peeing, zips up, turns to go. He hears a HEAVY FOOTSTEP.
He shines his FLASHLIGHT. Nothing.
HENRIK
(to himself)
All in my head.
He turns—
The SLASHER is suddenly RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Mask fills the light.
Henrik gasps.
A GLOVED HAND clamps his throat, SLAMS him back against a tree. A sickening CRACK as his neck twists.
The flashlight falls to the moss, flickering.
The killer drags Henrik’s body into the dark.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – SAME TIME
By the dying fire, Mark and Tuomas talk in low voices, phones out.
MARK
(no signal)
Zero bars. This is barbaric. I can’t
even post memes about how I’m going to die.
TUOMAS
Take a screenshot in your mind.
Post later.
RASMUS (O.S.)
We should’ve done a live watch party
from here. Forest commentary track.
We reveal RASMUS leaning out of his tent.
RASMUS (CONT’D)
"We are currently being stalked by a
Finnish man with a knife. Press play...
now."
MARK
I want my last act on Earth to be
dropping a cursed reaction image.
Tuomas types in a notes app.
MARK (CONT’D)
What are you writing, manifesto?
TUOMAS
Drafting my message for #general
when we get back.
(reads)
"Trip report: Lapland. Pros: vibes, trees.
Cons: murdered by local cryptid."
RASMUS
Add: "Ping @modjamie to unban me
from the afterlife."
They fall quiet.
A faint noise outside. Branches.
RASMUS (CONT’D)
(hushed)
Did you hear something?
They listen.
Then a distant ZIPPER from another tent. Footsteps.
They exhale.
TUOMAS
Probably someone going to piss.
Or Sattasvaara Slasher queuing for
the bathroom.
MARK
At least he’s polite.
They settle down.
Outside, at the treeline, the SLASHER stands, barely visible, watching the camp.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – MORNING
Grey, misty light. Mosquitoes.
Aino crawls out of her tent, stretching.
Jamie follows, hair wild.
JAMIE
Morning, Lapland.
Aino tends a POT over the fire.
Jamie peers in skeptically.
JAMIE (CONT’D)
What is that? It looks like wallpaper paste.
AINO
Porridge.
MARK
(joining)
That’s not porridge, that’s a side quest.
Tuomas sips from a mug.
TUOMAS
This is good. Keeps you warm.
Better than your sugar-cereal shit.
Freja and Henrik’s tent flap remains closed.
Freja emerges from her tent, but Henrik’s stays still.
FREJA
Do we have coffee, or do we die now?
AINO
Thermos. Filter coffee.
Not fancy Stockholm stuff.
HENRIK’S TENT
(silent)
Maarika and Rasmus stumble out.
MAARIKA
What’s for breakfast?
AINO
Porridge.
MAARIKA
...Is there vodka?
RASMUS
Or black bread at least?
AINO
Eat porridge, you’ll live longer.
MARK
Why would I want that after this weekend?
They laugh.
Aino glances around.
AINO (CONT’D)
Where’s Henrik?
They look at his tent. Still zipped.
Jamie walks over, knocks the fabric lightly.
JAMIE
Rise and shine, man. Henrik?
No answer. He unzips: the tent is EMPTY.
They exchange a look.
CUT TO:
EXT. TREES NEAR CAMP – MORNING
They spread out, calling.
MARK
Henrik! We accept your apology for
hating camping!
RASMUS
Dude, seriously. Stop hiding.
This is not funny.
AINO
(worried)
He wouldn’t wander far. Not after dark.
TUOMAS
Maybe he went back to the road?
Maybe he hated it that much.
FREJA
Without telling anyone?
Aino looks toward the deeper forest, uneasy.
AINO
(soft)
Ei helvetti...
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – LATER – MIDDAY
They regroup at the VAN.
JAMIE
Okay. We wait a bit.
If he’s not back in two hours, we drive
to the gas station, ask if they’ve
seen him.
MARK
And if he’s actually dead, we are going
to feel like massive arseholes.
TUOMAS
We already are.
No change.
They try to shake it off, making breakfast, messing with phones (no signal). Freja sets up a CAMERA for timelapse.
CUT TO:
EXT. LAKESIDE – AFTERNOON
A dark, still LAKE ringed with pines.
Freja walks along the shore, vlogging.
FREJA
(to camera)
Okay, Discord, this is the lake near
Sattasvaara camp. Extremely spooky,
very pretty. Ten out of ten would be
murdered here.
She laughs, pans over the water.
In the distant treeline, a faint SHAPE—then gone.
She kneels, filming mushrooms and moss.
As she stands, the CAMERA briefly catches the SLASHER at the tree line, watching.
She turns that way. He’s already vanished.
FREJA (CONT’D)
Huh.
She shrugs, keeps going.
She reaches a fallen log.
FREJA (CONT’D)
This is where I do the classic horror
monologue. "If I die, tell them it
was the mosquitoes..."
Behind her, the SLASHER rises from the water, silent.
Gloved hands clamp her shoulders, yank her back.
The CAMERA falls to the moss, lens pointed up.
We see kicking legs, struggling, a looming figure.
A muffled SCREAM. Then stillness.
Boots drag her body out of frame.
The camera keeps recording sky and branches.
CUT TO:
EXT. CAMP – AFTERNOON
Back at camp, the others sit around, restless.
RASMUS
Freja’s taking forever with her artsy shots.
MAARIKA
She probably got lost in an Instagram
filter.
MARK
We still have no Henrik, no signal,
and this place is officially crap.
AINO
I’ll check the lake. She wanted shots
there.
JAMIE
I’ll go with you.
CUT TO:
EXT. LAKESIDE – LATER
Aino and Jamie arrive. They see FREJA’S CAMERA on the moss, still recording.
AINO
That’s not good.
She stops the recording.
JAMIE
Maybe she dropped it and went back?
AINO
Battery is almost dead.
She wouldn’t leave it.
They look around. Nothing.
AINO (CONT’D)
(shaken)
Henrik gone, now Freja missing?
Ei saatana...
CUT TO:
EXT. CAMP / VAN – LATE AFTERNOON
Everyone gathers by the VAN.
Jamie stares at the tires, stunned.
All four are SLASHED. The hood is ajar.
He opens it: the BATTERY is gone.
JAMIE
...No.
RASMUS
What the hell?
MAARIKA
Who would do that?
MARK
Maybe... Henrik? Some weird prank?
TUOMAS
That’s not prank level.
That’s psyko perkele level.
AINO
The road is long. If we walk, it’s hours.
MARK
Maybe someone local is messing with us.
Jamie looks at the forest, jaw tight.
JAMIE
We split— two stay in camp, the rest
hit the road—
AINO
(cuts him off)
No. We don’t split. That’s how everyone
dies in—
(catches herself)
We stay together. We search near camp, not far.
If we find nothing by sunset, we walk the
road as one group. Ymmärrättekö?
Nods. Even Mark.
MONTAGE – EXT. FOREST NEAR CAMP – LATE AFTERNOON
– They move in a loose line, calling names.
– Rasmus pokes around rocks.
– Maarika searches near the lake.
– Mark mutters about horror clichés.
– Tuomas points out reindeer tracks, trying to lighten things.
The forest is too quiet.
CUT TO:
EXT. DEEPER FOREST – SUNSET
Rasmus has wandered slightly ahead, bravado fading.
RASMUS
(to himself)
Just trees. Just dumb trees. See ei ole normaalne...
He hears a creaking sound above.
Looks up—
HENRIK’S BODY hangs upside down from a branch, neck twisted, eyes open. Slowly swaying.
RASMUS (CONT’D)
(whispers)
Oh... shit.
He stumbles back, trips over a root, falls.
The SLASHER steps from behind a tree, holding a SHARPENED WOODEN SPEAR.
Rasmus tries to scream—
The spear drives through his chest, pinning him to the ground.
Blood seeps into moss.
Distantly, we hear the others calling his name.
CUT TO:
EXT. EDGE OF CLEARING – SUNSET
The others regroup — minus Rasmus and Freja and Henrik.
MAARIKA
Where is he?
MARK
Rasmus! Stop being edgy and answer!
No answer.
AINO
(voice tight)
Everyone back to camp. Now.
We stay by the fire. Nobody goes alone.
Agree?
TUOMAS
Yes, boss.
They hurry back.
CUT TO:
EXT. SATTASVAARA CAMP – NIGHT
A bigger FIRE burns. Everyone close to it. Fear in the air.
MARK
Let’s list it. One missing. Two missing.
Van’s dead. No signal. Locals told us
murder stories.
(beat)
Anyone else starting to believe the
creepy old man?
TUOMAS
If this is some elaborate Finnish prank,
I’m impressed.
MAARIKA
This is not a prank. Freja wouldn’t
disappear. She’d at least leave a note
saying "brb murder."
JAMIE
No one wanders off anymore. We stick
together, wait for daylight, then walk
the road. All of us. Jookseme koos
if we have to.
AINO
Yeah. Together.
Wind moans through the trees.
A BRANCH SNAPS in the darkness.
They all turn.
At the edge of the firelight, a LARGE FIGURE stands among the trees.
He steps forward into view: COAT, GLOVES, WHITE HOCKEY MASK. Machete in hand.
Silence.
MARK
(hoarse)
Tell me that’s a joke.
JAMIE
(shouts)
Hey! Not funny! Take the mask off. Now!
The figure simply tilts his head.
TUOMAS
(under breath)
Perkele...
The SLASHER strides forward.
Panic erupts.
AINO
Run!
CHAOTIC SEQUENCE – EXT. FOREST – NIGHT
TREES whip by as they sprint.
– Mark and Tuomas run together.
– Aino and Jamie.
– Maarika breaks off another way.
Heavy FOOTSTEPS of the killer behind them.
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EXT. BOULDER – NIGHT
Mark and Tuomas duck behind a mossy ROCK, panting.
MARK
This is... this is not real.
It’s a guy in a mask. Just a guy.
TUOMAS
Yeah, and the knife is also "just" metal.
Footsteps. Silence.
TWIGS SNAP above.
They look up.
The SLASHER is on top of the boulder, looking down.
MARK
Oh, boll—
He doesn’t finish. The killer jumps down.
Tuomas shoves Mark aside. The blade cuts Tuomas’ arm instead of his chest.
TUOMAS
Vittu saatana!
Mark grabs a fallen branch, swings desperately, hits the mask with a dull thunk. The killer staggers but doesn’t fall.
The machete swings again. Mark and Tuomas dive different directions.
The killer chooses MARK, charging after him into the dark.
Tuomas clutches his bleeding arm.
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EXT. FOREST – ELSEWHERE – NIGHT
Maarika runs, gasping.
She SLAMS into a tree, falls. Panicked, she crawls under a tangle of dead branches.
Footsteps approach. Stop.
The brush parts slightly — the MASK above her.
She covers her mouth, shaking.
The blade probes into the brush, grazing her leg. She stifles a cry.
After a tense second, the footsteps move away.
She lies there, trembling.
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EXT. FOREST – JAMIE & AINO – NIGHT
They duck behind a tree, gasping.
JAMIE
We can’t outrun him forever.
AINO
There’s an old hunter’s hut near the
ravine. If we find it, there might be
tools. Radio. Something. Jotain.
JAMIE
Lead the way.
They move deeper into the forest.
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EXT. FOREST – LATER – NIGHT
Tuomas stumbles through trees, pale, holding his bloody arm.
He leans on a trunk, breathing hard.
A SHADOW looms.
He turns—
The blade drives through his chest from behind.
TUOMAS
(blood on lips)
...perkele...
The killer lets him fall.
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EXT. OLD HUNTER’S HUT – NIGHT
A sagging WOODEN HUT in a clearing. Broken window. Rusted tools.
Aino and Jamie creep up.
AINO
This is it.
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INT. HUNTER’S HUT – NIGHT
Dusty, cramped. Old traps, gear, animal skulls.
Jamie tries a broken RADIO. Nothing.
JAMIE
Of course.
Aino finds an AXE.
AINO
We can fight back if we see him first.
JAMIE
We need the others. We can’t just hide.
A CREAK on the porch.
They freeze.
Jamie gestures: stay.
He approaches the door with a rusted METAL BAR.
The DOOR EXPLODES inward. The SLASHER fills the frame.
Jamie swings, slamming the bar into the killer’s shoulder. The killer staggers, then surges in.
Aino swings the axe. The killer batters it aside, sending her crashing into a table.
The machete comes down toward Jamie. He twists — it buries in the wall inches from his head.
JAMIE
(yells)
Aino, run!
He tackles the killer. It’s like hitting a wall, but it buys a moment.
Aino dives through the broken window in a spray of glass.
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EXT. HUT – CONTINUOUS
Aino hits the ground outside, rolls. Inside, we hear a vicious STRUGGLE, then a terrible SCREAM.
Silence.
The SLASHER’S SHADOW appears inside the hut, turning toward the window.
Aino, tears in her eyes:
AINO
Jamie...
She bolts into the trees.
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EXT. FOREST – LATER – NIGHT
Aino runs, branches slashing her face. She almost collides with—
MAARIKA.
They grab each other, shaking.
MAARIKA
Aino! Oh my God...
AINO
Jamie’s dead. Tuomas... maybe.
I don’t know.
(breathing hard)
We have to find Mark, then go to the ravine.
There’s a path down. Logging road.
We follow it out. Me peame ära minema.
MAARIKA
Is the mask guy real?
Aino just looks at her. That’s the answer.
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EXT. CLEARING NEAR RAVINE – PRE-DAWN
Trees thin near a steep DROP — a ravine. A narrow ANIMAL TRAIL hugs the edge.
Aino and Maarika move carefully along it.
MAARIKA
If we fall, we die.
AINO
If we stay, we die slower.
A weak voice ahead:
MARK (O.S.)
...hello? Anyone?
Mark limps into view, shirt torn, bruised, shaken.
MARK (CONT’D)
I’ve never been so happy to see anyone
in my life.
Quick, desperate hug.
AINO
We’re going down into the ravine. There’s
an old logging track by the river.
It might lead out.
MARK
Brilliant. More dangerous terrain.
A HEAVY SNAP behind them.
They turn.
The SLASHER steps onto the trail, blocking the way back. Machete raised.
MARK (CONT’D)
Of course.
AINO
(under breath)
Ei saatana...
They inch backward along the narrow ledge. Cliff on one side, forest wall on the other.
The killer advances, step by step.
Mark hurls a rock. It hits the killer’s chest, bounces off.
MARK
He just tanked that like a Marvel villain.
MAARIKA
We can’t outrun him here.
Ahead, the path narrows, crumbling.
Aino spots a large, loose ROCK near the edge.
AINO
(low)
Okay. I’ll draw him closer. When he’s
near that rock, we push. Together.
MARK
Aino—
AINO
Three against one. Yhdessä.
The killer raises the blade.
Aino steps slightly forward, voice shaking but loud.
AINO (CONT’D)
(shouting)
Hei! Over here, saatana!
You want someone, come get me!
The killer focuses on her, stepping closer, boots grinding gravel at the cliff edge.
She positions by the loose rock.
AINO (CONT’D)
(to the others, low)
Now.
All three throw their weight against the rock and the killer’s midsection.
For a heartbeat, nothing.
Then the edge COLLAPSES.
The rock and the killer tumble into the ravine, crashing off the cliff walls, disappearing into shadow.
A distant THUD.
They collapse on the trail, panting.
MARK
(shaky)
Is it... is it over?
AINO
I don’t know. En välitä.
We’re leaving.
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EXT. RAVINE FLOOR – DAWN
Filtered grey light.
Rocks, broken branches, a smear of BLOOD.
The SLASHER lies twisted among the stones. Mask cracked, staring up.
We HOLD on the image...
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EXT. LOGGING TRACK BY RIVER – MORNING
A muddy TRACK by a small RIVER in the ravine.
Aino, Mark, and Maarika stumble along, exhausted.
In the distance — an ENGINE.
They turn a corner. A small MAINTENANCE TRUCK is parked. A WORKER climbs out, stunned at the sight of them.
WORKER
(in Finnish, subtitled)
What the hell...?
They practically collapse near the truck, sobbing and laughing in relief.
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EXT. RAVINE EDGE / FOREST – LATER
POLICE tape. Finnish POLICE and RESCUE TEAMS swarm.
Aino, Mark, and Maarika sit wrapped in blankets near the truck.
A POLICE OFFICER kneels by Aino.
OFFICER
(accented English)
You say it was a man in a mask?
AINO
Yes. Big. Strong.
He killed them. All of them.
The Officer shares a look with another.
OFFICER
We’ve heard stories... but this...
(shakes head)
We will search the ravine.
Aino’s gaze drifts toward the edge.
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EXT. RAVINE FLOOR – LATER
SEARCHERS climb down.
They reach the impact area — broken rock, streaks of blood.
No body.
Just a CRACKED HOCKEY MASK lying among the stones.
A SEARCHER picks it up, uneasy.
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EXT. RAVINE EDGE – CONTINUOUS
From above, Aino watches the mask being raised into view.
Her breath catches.
AINO
(soft)
He’s... gone?
OFFICER
Maybe the river took him.
Or he crawled away.
Aino stares into the trees.
AINO
(quiet, to herself)
Kurat... Herregud...
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EXT. DEEP FOREST – UNKNOWN LOCATION – DAY
Deep in Sattasvaara.
We glide between pines, over bogs, through shafts of light.
We reach a small, hidden CLEARING.
On a tree stump sits the HOCKEY MASK — now further cracked, re-tied with duct tape and wire.
A GLOVED HAND reaches into frame, picks it up.
The mask rises, filling frame.
We hear HEAVY, distorted BREATHING.
SMASH TO BLACK.
FADE OUT.
END OF DRAFT
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