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Maybe this will get more people interested in reading and giving me feedback. I doubt this will post in the correct format but you should get the idea
Fade In
INT. HAUNTED HOUSE. NIGHT
A GIRL is crouched behind a large coffin. The table beneath the coffin is covered with a shroud, it’s frayed edges brushing the floor. The girl bends a bit more, and moves under the table. She’s covered in blood,
some of it is hers, most of it however, is not. The girl presses the side of her face to the floor, peeking out at the bottom of the shroud. She sees nothing and slowly lifts the shroud up. She inches out from her hiding spot.
We see now what has compelled her from a small bit of safety. Across the room, a small chink of moonlight. Silver forcing it’s way into the room from behind boards nailed across a window. The girl stands, her legs shaking, ready to betray her at any time. One more glance left, then right, and she’s running across the room, arms outstretched in front of her. She’s at the window, bloodied fingers prying at the bottom most piece of wood. With a loud squeak, the nails are free and the wood is dropped. It looks to be just big enough. The safety of the woods, seen through the window is too much for the girl. She has to get out there, now! Her fists beat against the glass, breaking it on the fourth hit.
She vaults up and starts to push her self out the window. Her head is clear, her shoulders, her waist. Damn! Her hips are too big. She’s stuck.
EXT. SIDE FIELD - NIGHT
Our view is now one facing her, from the outside. Half of her is forced out of the window, her hands braced against the side of the house, pushing.
GIRL
Dammit! Damn!
Suddenly, a stutter or two, and then a chainsaw ROARS to life somewhere behind her. The girl tries to twist and turn to look back into the house, but she’s completely filling the small gap in the wood slats.
GIRL
Please! No!
The girl shakes her head from side to side, spit and snot streaming down her face as she struggles to free herself.
GIRL
Why are you doing this? What did
we do to you?
She gets no answer; the chainsaw is closer behind her now. The pitch changes, from her arms flailing wildly, and the blood spraying from her lips, we know the chainsaw is tearing through her flesh. The saw is back to it’s normal pitch, clear of her body. The girl’s front half falls free from the window and out of frame, trailing a length of intestine.
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TITLE
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Fade In
INT. HAUNTED HOUSE. NIGHT
A GIRL is crouched behind a large coffin. The table beneath the coffin is covered with a shroud, it’s frayed edges brushing the floor. The girl bends a bit more, and moves under the table. She’s covered in blood,
some of it is hers, most of it however, is not. The girl presses the side of her face to the floor, peeking out at the bottom of the shroud. She sees nothing and slowly lifts the shroud up. She inches out from her hiding spot.
We see now what has compelled her from a small bit of safety. Across the room, a small chink of moonlight. Silver forcing it’s way into the room from behind boards nailed across a window. The girl stands, her legs shaking, ready to betray her at any time. One more glance left, then right, and she’s running across the room, arms outstretched in front of her. She’s at the window, bloodied fingers prying at the bottom most piece of wood. With a loud squeak, the nails are free and the wood is dropped. It looks to be just big enough. The safety of the woods, seen through the window is too much for the girl. She has to get out there, now! Her fists beat against the glass, breaking it on the fourth hit.
She vaults up and starts to push her self out the window. Her head is clear, her shoulders, her waist. Damn! Her hips are too big. She’s stuck.
EXT. SIDE FIELD - NIGHT
Our view is now one facing her, from the outside. Half of her is forced out of the window, her hands braced against the side of the house, pushing.
GIRL
Dammit! Damn!
Suddenly, a stutter or two, and then a chainsaw ROARS to life somewhere behind her. The girl tries to twist and turn to look back into the house, but she’s completely filling the small gap in the wood slats.
GIRL
Please! No!
The girl shakes her head from side to side, spit and snot streaming down her face as she struggles to free herself.
GIRL
Why are you doing this? What did
we do to you?
She gets no answer; the chainsaw is closer behind her now. The pitch changes, from her arms flailing wildly, and the blood spraying from her lips, we know the chainsaw is tearing through her flesh. The saw is back to it’s normal pitch, clear of her body. The girl’s front half falls free from the window and out of frame, trailing a length of intestine.
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TITLE
THE HAUNTED HOUSE
