* 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.)
Right after that, the suicides started.
FADE IN:
INTERIOR – TIM DANVERS’ BEDROOM - NIGHT
TIM, an athletic 17-year-old, is lying on his bed reading Sports Illustrated. Various pennants and posters of sports figures line his bedroom walls. There is a very soft tapping at his window. Tim hears it, looks over, sees nothing, shrugs it off. The tapping begins again. Tim gets up, moves closer, looks out the window. There is a SNAKE there, on the windowsill, tapping at the glass with its tongue. Tim lifts the window, seemingly in a trance. The Snake speaks to him in a whisper.
SNAKE
Where are the pills, Tim?
Tim gets back up, turns around, leaves the bedroom.
CUT TO:
INTERIOR – BATHROOM – NIGHT
Tim flips on the bathroom light. In the medicine cabinet mirror, instead of Tim’s reflection, is Rand Myers.
RAND and SNAKE (as one)
Use the pills, Tim. Use them all.
Tim opens the medicine cabinet. He picks up a prescription bottle, opens it and begins pouring the pills into his mouth, dry swallowing frantically.
CUT TO:
INTERIOR – TIM DANVERS’ BEDROOM – NIGHT
The Snake is still at the window, body weaving back and forth hypnotically, regarding the empty room. After a moment, it slithers off the windowsill and away into the night.
FADE TO BLACK
2 comments:
wow, that does slither! fantastic not-exactly-screenplay aspect in the writing. great work, phenomenal!
thanks, o mighty T!
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