Poltergeist Page #18

148-B WIDE - HIGH ANGLE 148-B

Struggling now for his life... Robbie is dragged inexorably

under his own bed and out of sight.

148-C CLOSE - CAROL ANNE 148-C

Waking up suddenly. A light interior breeze ruffles her hair.

Carol Anne sees the closet.

The closet grows brighter.

98.

149 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT 149

Diane lets out a chilling SCREAM. Her robe is torn away from

her nightgown and hurled into the air. Diane tries to get up

but a pressure upon her chest defeats her best effort.

CLOSE - DIANE’S BREASTS

The nightgown is suddenly torn away revealing her breast.

They are kneaded and flattened. Hulking finger impressions

can be seen sinking deeply into her. Diane’s hysteria doesn’t

make any difference. Now her legs are spread apart and a

great pressure over her pelvic bone crushes her deeper and

deeper into the mattress over and over again.

Diane is fighting all this time when everything suddenly

stops. She is left for dead, on the wet, sweat-stained

sheets. Then... it begins again, but this time...

Diane is pulled to her feet. Standing tiptoes above the

pillows she is DRAGGED UP THE WALL AND ONTO THE CEILING. IN

DEFIANCE OF EVERY KNOWN LAW OF PHYSICS.

Diane is dragged across the mandibles of the spider stain and

onto the ceiling. There she is slammed repeatedly, her rear

end pounding the ceiling, her back arched, her head torn back

from her shoulders, held invisibly by the hair.

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Without a breather, she is then pulled across and down the

opposite wall. Diane is just as quickly released. She drops

onto the floor. Like jello are her legs. Diane struggles,

crawling off the bed to the door, reaching, straining to open

it.

Mercifully “it” lets her get out. She BELLOWS her children’s

names.

DIANE:

CAROL ANNE! ROBBIE! GET OUT OF

HERE! RUN! RUN!!

150 INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT 150

CLOSE - DOORJAM TO MASTER BEDROOM

From beneath the door of Diane’s room a rush of ECTOPLAMIC

SMOKE snakes ahead of her, cutting her off from her

children’s room. There, it forms an eerie blockade and begins

to MANIFEST.

99.

Diane looks up into the face that forms and the hands that

reach out to her and sees the beginning of the “great beast”.

She retreats on her rear end backwards down the hall, pursued

by the phantom twister.

151 INT. STAIRCASE TO THE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 151

Diane rolls down the carpeted staircase and grapples for her

footing as she heads down toward the back door.

152 EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT 152

It is raining and Diane is instantly soaked as she backs up

looking at the house SCREAMING.

DIANE:

STEVE! ANYONE!! HELP ME!

Diane’s feet lose her footing in the mud and she falls into

the shallow end of the unfinished swimming pool, sliding all

the way down the wet mud to the puddle in the deep end.

THE POOL LIGHTS COME ON. Backlighting the rain and Diane’s

flopping actions as she regains her balance is the quagmire.

Then, A GUSHING BUBBLE EXPLODES next to her in the mud. She

stares at it as a second bubble bursts revealing within it,

the leathery face of a corpse, in its burial clothes, rising

like a weed straight out of the gushing mud. Diane SCREAMS

and backs into ANOTHER FACE who’s mouth stretches open

revealing tiny wire jaw clamps that make popping SOUNDS like

a jew’s harp. With a terrible SLURP, the top of a metal

coffin pushes out of the mud, its lid hinged open, tossing

bones and dirt and burial jewelry all over Diane.

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153 INT. CHILDREN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT 153

CLOSE - CAROL ANNE

She is SCREAMING WILDLY. A white hot light erasing her

features as she once again fights the phantom wind that

begins to suck the room toward the closet.

CLOSE - ROBBIE

Wrestling on the floor with the clown. He tears the stuffing

from its middle, shredded bits of white cotton flying at

terrifying speed toward the closet opening.

100.

153-A CLOSE - THE CLOSET 153-A

The closet is becoming a living, terrifying organism as bits

of flesh grow like moss along the squared off door frame.

Fatty tissues form, veins escape into the soft pink skin

until we are looking into a living mouth, all gims and

blinding light and at the very back, a pale yellow esophagus

that spirals to abysmal depths.

154 EXT. BACK YARD - NIGHT 154

Some sort of seismic upheaval is forcing dead things up from

the ground in even greater numbers. Diane is climbing up the

steep, slick incline toward the metal ladder at the shallow

end. With every couple of steps to safety, she slips back in

the rain, turning back to see the black tie crowd that awaits

her. Diane turns back reaching out her hand to dig in deeper

when...

ANOTHER HAND GRABS HERS.

Diane shrieks and looks into the face of Ben Tuthill from

next door.

TUTHILL:

Look at that! Look at that!! Look

in your pool, my God!!

Mrs. Tuthill runs over in her night clothes.

MRS. TUTHILL

Your children. Listen. What sort of

sound is that?

Ethereally, the SCREAMS from Carol Anne and Robbie sound

almost angelic in the rain.

DIANE:

I HAVE TO GET THEM OUT!!

She pulls away from Tuthill and races back inside the house.

Ben starts to follow but then Mrs. Tuthill stops him.

.

MRS. TUTHILL

Don’t go in there! Don’t ever go in

there!

101.

155 INT. STAIRCASE TO UPPER HALLWAY - NIGHT 155

Diane hits the staircase and races up. The door to the

children’s room is shut and ultra-bright light is streaming

from under the jamb. Diane opens it and is immediately sucked

in.

156 INT. CHILDREN’S BEDROOM - NIGHT 156

Robbie and Carol Anne hold onto their bedposts with all their

might. Everything is loose and circulating the room a full

revolution before surrendering to the closet and bottomless

pit. Diane SCREAMS to her children.

DIANE:

TAKE MY HAND, ROBBIE -- !

Robbie reaches out with his one hand and Diane tries to work

her way against the rip to get into position. She looks at

the closet.

THE CLOSET:

It sucks harder and Robbie and Carol Anne’s beds start to

move toward the hot pink opening. Diane lurches the final

inch and grabs Robbie’s little wrist with both hands.

DIANE:

TAKE YOUR SISTER’S HAND, ROBBIE.

TAKE IT!

Robbie reaches for Carol Anne, who reaches out to Robbie.

They are but inches apart.

ANGLE - CLOSET

One last powerful inhale and the two beds shoot out from

under the children just as Robbie grabs his sister’s hand and

Diane pulls them from the room.

157 INT. STAIRCASE - NIGHT 157

Diane drags her children down the stairs and toward the front

door. The staircase is rolling as in an earthquake, knocking

them off balance and onto the landing face down. Diane sees

the front door through a sudden cut over her left eye. She

leads the children to it slow in motion as a phenomenally

intense headwind tries to prevent their escape.

102.

EXT. FREELING HOUSE - WIDE ANGLE - NIGHT

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