* 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 *
HOOVER (v.o.)
There were none of the usual indicators: no
notes, no messages, no strange behaviors.
FADE IN:
INTERIOR – CAROLYN BREWSTER’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
CAROLYN, a pretty 17-year-old, is sleeping in her bedroom. The same soft tapping begins at her window. Carolyn wakes up, goes to the window, opens it. The Snake is there.
SNAKE
Find the gun, Carolyn.
In a kind of trance, Carolyn turns and leaves the bedroom.
CUT TO:
INTERIOR – CAROLYN’S PARENTS’ BEDROOM – NIGHT
Carolyn moves quietly through her parents’ bedroom, where they sleep soundly. Carolyn goes to the closet, opens it and pulls out an old shoebox. She opens the shoebox and pulls out a small revolver. Carolyn takes the gun and walks out of the room.
CUT TO:
INTERIOR – CAROLYN BREWSTER’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Carolyn walks back into her bedroom with the gun, waiting at the window for instructions. The Snake weaves back and forth hypnotically.
SNAKE
Use the gun, Carolyn. Use it tonight.
Carolyn walks away from the window, OFF SCREEN. There are some clicking sounds, then a gunshot, and a thud as Carolyn’s body hits the floor. The Snake slithers away. Moments later, Carolyn’s MOTHER and FATHER run into the room, flick on the lights and begin to scream.
FADE TO BLACK
