Scarewaves
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- Year:
- 2014
- 82 min
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(thunder rumbling)
Rex?
Come here, boy.
Come here, Rex.
(sighs)
(thunder cracking)
(staggered breath)
(screams)
Oh, wait, wait, wait.
Who did you say
this happened to?
My aunt's ex-husband.
No, no,
Next are you gonna
tell me about
your cousin
and a crybaby bridge?
Or better yet,
did your,
did your old friend
from middle school
maybe microwave
a poodle?
Pop rocks and soda?
A hook hanging
from the car door?
No?
For Christ sake,
could you at least
Snopes your stories
before you start
spouting them off.
Well, my friend,
I'm gonna have to demand
that you get behind me,
young worthy caller,
as I cast thee away
to the land of dead air
and the gnashing
of the teeth.
You know, I really feel
like I have to apologize to you,
my faithful listeners.
to such tyrannically mundane
drivel.
For those of you
just joining us
from the outside world--
or as I like
to call it
the dark ether
separating
the there and now--
I am your host, Amos Satan,
and this is Scarewaves.
Now, as many of you
have already heard,
tonight is our
last night on the air.
Now, before you go
and, uh,
Google how to tie a noose
or Amazon yourself
a pack of razor blades,
I've decided to make
this night
a little special.
Now, generally,
I act as a conduit
for which you all
get a soapbox
to share your stories
of the strange,
the paranormal,
and the terrifying.
But for tonight,
I'm gonna share
just a sample
of my personal
knowledge on the topic.
Oh, wait,
here we go,
we have a caller.
Yeah, Amos?
That's me, brother.
I have a story
on your show.
I know it's the last night...
And you somehow
missed the moment
where I announced
a shift in formatting?
I've been a listener
for a long time,
and I always
wanted to tell you this,
but I was afraid to call.
Well, facing fears
is an exciting
prospect to me.
Please continue.
Oh, when I was
a little girl
my mother had one
of those silly
beehive hairdos,
you know,
the really tall one?
And spiders hatched
out of it?
That's not what happened.
Oh, well, I apologize.
Please continue.
It was ants.
This has gotta
be a joke.
You know what,
hate is a very strong word,
and that's why I'm
gonna use it right now.
I hate you, I hate you
and everything you'll ever be.
I'm just gonna segue
into my first story.
You know, a lot of you
may not know this about me,
but I'm a bit
of an art fan.
Some people say that
I don't get out much,
but I am a creature
of the night,
and that is when all
the best parties take place.
But the thing
that enamors me the most--
not necessarily
the art itself,
but the passion
behind it,
that all-consuming
desire to create,
and just how far
that can take a person.
This story
is about a man
who committed himself
to his art,
and would do anything
to achieve his goal
of creating something
to die for.
We'll call this story
"Painting After Midnight."
(crickets chirping)
(clock ticking)
I am so excited
to be here.
You know,
don't take this
the wrong way
but I would never
in a million years
have thought
I would be here
being painted by you.
Thank you.
Please, sit still.
You know,
that was before.
Before two years ago
your work was sh*t,
but now,
I'm impressed.
I don't pose
for just anybody.
I own my own gallery
and I only pose
for people I admire.
I'm not just some
model off Craigslist.
Please, try not to move.
There is something
about talented men
that I just cannot resist.
When a man is
strong physically
he can move
a couch or a desk,
but when he's
strong mentally,
creative,
he can move mountains.
Hold that pose, please.
Garrett,
don't be coy.
Who has time
for such things?
Kiss me.
Once I'm finished.
I wanna capture
your beauty first
before I experience
it fully.
Oh, I love that way
with words you have.
(mumbling under breath)
This is a nice
studio you have.
Thank you.
Is the pose all right?
Do you want me
to move my hands?
Please, hold that pose.
Have you ever...
Shh.
I think I have to be...
Wait, it's almost time.
(clock tolls)
(woman screams)
(doorbell chimes)
Yeah, can I help you?
Hi!
You had an ad
for a room for rent?
Artist preferred?
Right, of course,
come on in.
I'm a photographer.
That counts
as an artist, right?
Fine art photography.
I've got references.
I don't, um...
have a lot of money.
That won't
be a problem.
Huh, Mom?
No, it's perfect.
Only $200 a month.
I know!
I'm not stupid.
He's harmless.
Oh!
Jeez, I'm sorry.
Mom?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Can I call
you back later?
Okay, bye.
I'm Linda,
Garrett's new roommate.
Oh, hi!
I'm Jenna.
I'm being painted.
He, uh, Garrett...
he's painting me
tonight.
A portrait I mean.
(laughs)
Um, he went out
to get supplies or something.
Oh, so you're a model?
Off and on.
I mean, pays the bills.
And it's better
than dancing,
or stripping, I mean.
Right.
Do you want
some coffee?
Sure.
I never knew you
could make so much.
Well, yeah, I mean,
the girls who don't
blow it all
on stupid stuff,
they do pretty well.
(Garrett clears throat)
Linda, hi.
Didn't realize
you'd be here today.
Yeah, I was able
to get things moving
a little faster
than I thought possible.
I sent you an email.
I hope it's not a problem.
Oh, no, it's fine.
I see you met Jenna.
Yeah, she's pretty fantastic.
Linda's gonna
photograph me.
Well, that's great.
Uh, speaking of...
it's getting late,
we should probably get going.
Time's wasting.
All right, let's go!
Have fun!
I will.
(clock ticking)
Two hundred bucks
is two hundred bucks.
(clock tolls)
(light clicks off)
(Jenna moans)
(exaggerated sigh)
Roommates.
(turns on rock music)
Good night.
Hey there, sleepyhead!
Want some coffee?
Sure.
Oh.
You've got some...
What?
Paint on your ear.
Jenna's a sweet kid.
Yes, sweet.
Actually, I should
probably get going.
Catch you later.
Sure.
(birds chirping)
I'm sorry I got drunk
And ruined your good time
I was just so busy
stopping all my problems
with the wine
It wasn't anything you did,
I just can't handle this
I'm going...out.
Okay.
Hey, have you heard
from Jenna lately?
I've been trying to get
a hold of her all week.
Uh, yeah, uh...
her and I had
a dispute.
She's not real happy
with me right now.
Sorry if I messed
that up for you.
No biggie.
It happens.
Don't sh*t where you eat.
(Garrett chanting)
(chanting continues)
(birds chirping)
Garrett?
Garrett?
Garrett?
(clock ticking)
(phone vibrating)
(thump)
(Linda gasps)
(ripping)
(crying)
Too bad it had
to be this way.
He doesn't like it
when I deviate.
I'm sorry about
your clothes.
I have to cut them.
But you won't
be needing them.
What are you
talking about?
Let me go!
I, I can't do that.
I really am sorry.
He's very...
insistent.
Who?
I can't say his name!
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