What we Fear Alone

FADE IN:

INT. HOUSE - NIGHT

We are in a HOUSE, transfixed on the door. It's STORMING outside. The house is dark, aside from the occasional THUNDER, and seemingly EMPTY. We can hear a slight SHUFFLING in the background of this house, rhythmically making its way closer and closer, almost being drowned out by the cacophonous thunder until

HEADLIGHTS:

shining through the windows around the door. The shuffling stops. Then

A CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT and

A SILHOUETTE:

darts across the screen as

THE DOOR OPENS, and a woman dripping wet, walks in, happy, as if nothing can happen to her, turns the lights on and tosses her backpack on the ground as she demands

MARISHA:

(to the countertop)

...Hey Siri, play A Song

I only have eyes for you, by the Flamingos, echoes throughout the house as she

DANCES her way into the kitchen while,

We watch her take off her short, wet shirt and replace it

with a large sweater.

/She's joyous. Joyous and ignorant. As if there's nothing in this life that could hurt her. I suppose she'll do. She's

taking out a ready-made meal, but she stops, I dart back

around the corner./

She reads the note,

WOMAN V.O

(joyfully)

..Dear Marisha, hope you had a great time today at school! As you know your stepfather and I are already four mimosas down at the Bellagio. I know how much you hate cooking so I prepared some pasta for the weekend.

Marisha uncorks the pasta container and stuffs it in the

microwave before,

She sets her phone down on the counter while she begins dancing around the island, joyous and intrepid while

Her body moves so smoothly, twisting and turning in the exact ways I've dreamed of. The pasta is starting to smell good. She looks so carefree. This is the perfect specimen, I can't risk losing this.

the floor CREAKS in the back and Marisha turns to look but,

peers only in the darkness while

the microwave beeps, and she opens it up, smelling the

delightfully delicious smell while

HER PHONE RINGS and she answers immediately,

MARISHA:

Hey Zoe... yes you can totally come over my parents won't be home until Thursday so we'd have the house all to ourselves... OMG yes, we should totally get Max to come over,

Meanwhile...

no no no no this isn't good. She's talking with her mouthful. I can't stand that. But she's simply so beautiful.

while...

Something BREAKS in the darkness, shattering all over the ground like tossing a bag of coins down a well as

Marisha turns around towards the darkness, but sees nothing,

MARISHA:

Oh, no something just broke in my

house...

(playfully annoyed)

no Zoe stop! no one's in here you

bitch!

Marisha walks into the darkness and turns the lights on and sees

A PLATE, old and yellowed smashed on the ground as she says,

MARISHA:

Oh shit! It's my grandmother's

plate... no the holding thingy was

starting to loosen anyway. It probably

just broke... Yeah, I know Noni was

crazy. She used to say this plate

staved off evil or something...

Whatever...

Marisha leaves and turns the lights off as

A SILHOUETTE climbs the stairs silently in the darkness while,

Marisha cleans up her DISHES and puts them in the sink as.

Look at her over there, so diligently washing the dishes.

What a good little girl she is. What a perfect specimen.

Meanwhile,

MARISHA:

OMG, your parents are so bullshit.

Don't they know that you're

practically eighteen?... Well, that's

ok cuz we have all weekend to get our

freak on! See you tomorrow!

Marisha hangs up the phone and turns the lights off before

starting up the stairs until

SHE STOPS, scared, while a

BUZZING, unfamiliar to her can be heard from the kitchen and

she pats her jeans pocket to check for her phone, it's there, before

SLOWLY CREEPING towards the kitchen, unsure as to what she'll find, while,

I'm so close to her... I just want her. I need to have her.

until...

she turns the lights on and sees

THE COFFEE MAKER, spitting murky water onto the counter as

she scoffs and breathes a sigh of relief while she,

picks up a rag and bends over to clean up the floor while

look at that. She's right in front of me in this, deplorable

yet highly advantageous position for me. I could... but I

shouldn't... I could... but I shouldn't.

until

Marisha gets up and SIGHS and turns the lights off as

A FIGURE, lanky and tall , is peering at her in the darkness

until

she walks up the stairs and enters her room as

she BENDS DOWN to pick up some clothes from the floor while

the SILHOUETTE walks down the hall behind her until

she picks up some pajamas and walks down the hall and enters the bathroom while

leaving the door open partway as she disrobes and turns the shower on while

this could be my opportunity, finally. I might have her right where I want her. The stupid girl didn't even close the door all the way. how opportunistic indeed.

We walk down the hallway, slowly, listening to the

intermittent pattering changes when she goes in and out of the water. She is singing. Something lovely. We slowly open the door and it creaks, but not loud enough for her to hear while in the shower. We carefully creep up to the curtain until,

She is washing her front in the water as she turns and sees a at the curtain and human silhouette in the curtain and,

she screams. A blood-curdling scream from upstairs...

Then nothing. Nothing but the rainstorm and thunder.

until

we walk through the kitchen and around the living room,

passing the broken plate on the ground as we carefully creep up the stairs, carefully and meticulously. the light and the shower are still turned on as we stop outside of the bathroom with nothing but a crack to look into but we can't see anything. Nothing.

until

Marisha is hyperventilating and in the fetal position on the bathroom floor as

BLOOD TRICKLES down from her cheek as

we leave the shower and look towards the door while

she gets dried and dressed as she carefully creeps towards the door as,

she peers around the corner, looking both ways for danger, before running into her room as

a silhouette is right behind her until

she slams the door behind her and locks it as

she falls down and sits up against the door, hyperventilating until

she begins to laugh at the frivolity of the situation and

talks to herself

MARISHA:

(chuckling

Marisha you're crazy. Zoe put some creepy shit in your head like she always does, and then the plate broke and the coffee maker shorted out. Nothing but...

I wonder what she is talking about in there.

MARISHA CONT.

a series of creepy and unfortunate

series of events.

Until

She bends over and picks up the pile of clothes off the floor while

(Security cam footage) checking under her bed, looking directly at us

before,

she puts them on her bed and starts folding her laundry while

We turn and walk down the stairs while she talks to herself

MARISHA:

The stupid holding thingy was just loose. Loose like it's always been. The coffee maker fucked up from the

lighting storm outside...

What do I need? I need something to get it done quickly. Like one of these knives? Yes one of these knives

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