* This is a fictionalized account of some shit that actually happened. All the names, locations, etc. have been changed to protect the innocent as well as the guilty. – JG *
Unfortunately, not everyone had the Misery
Kid’s iron will of stupidity.
INTERIOR – CHRIS COLOIACOVO’S FAMILY ROOM – NIGHT
CHRIS, a slender 16-year-old, lies on the couch in the typically suburban family room of his parents’ house. The familiar soft tapping begins at the screen door behind the couch. Chris gets up and goes to the door, opens it. At his feet is the Snake.
Where is the rope, Chris? Find the rope.
Chris leaves the door in a trance and goes downstairs.
INTERIOR – CHRIS COLOIACOVO’S BASEMENT – NIGHT
Chris walks down the steps and goes to his father’s workbench. There he paws through the various tools and other objects until he finds a length of rope. He picks it up and turns to one of the thin windows near the top of the walls where the Snake has positioned itself.
Use the rope, Chris. Use it tonight.
Chris begins to walk back upstairs.
FADE TO BLACK