Scream Page #4

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STEVE:

eyes wide, sitting in the lawn chair... his belly gaping

open... a mass of blood and ripped flesh... his insides lay

on the ground between his feet... steam rising.

A SCREAM erupts from the bottom of her soul as Casey collapse

on the floor... nearly passing out. CLOSE ON her face...

pale and ghostly white. She SOBS.

MAN:

Final question. Are you ready?

She doesn't answer. A long, maddening silence. Casey reaches

up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go away... wishing,

hoping...

CASEY:

...leave me alone... please...

MAN:

Answer the question and I will.

Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly

back and forth.

MAN:

What door am I at?

CASEY:

What?

MAN:

There are two doors to your house. A

front door and a back one. If you

answer correctly -- you live.

From where Casey sits she can see both front and back doors.

She deliberates... with her last bit of strength she tries

to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door... the back door

trying to decide between the two.

CASEY:

Don't make me... I can't... I won't.

MAN:

Your call.

In the darkness, Casey crawls to the kitchen counter -- she

leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife.

Casey looks around her... she looks down the hall to the

front door... then turns back to the kitchen glass door as

it suddenly...

SHATTERS TO BITS...

as a lawn chair come flying through it. Exploding glass sprays

everywhere.

This incites Casey like fire. She springs to her feet...

bolting out of the kitchen as a SHADOW moves quickly through

the shattered doorframe.

ANGLE ON CASEY:

Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window, listening

to FEET ON CRACKING GLASS. She turns and unlocks the latch,

quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move through the

foyer... to the front door.

Casey lifts herself up and puts her legs through the window.

She holds the knife in one hand, the phone in the other.

Casey eases out the window, fumbling, dropping the knife

back in the house. She starts to reach for it. F*** it, she

takes off...

EXT. SIDE OF HOUSE

Casey it at the back corner of the house.

MAN:

I can hear you. I know you're here.

Casey eases along a narrow path between a tall fence and the

side of the house... going for the front yard. She must pass

the three curtainless windows. She gets to the first one and

peeks in...

The FIGURE has pulled open the foyer closet, searching for

her.

Casey creeps along, to the next window, she looks in... the

FIGURE is completely on the other side of the room moving

toward the hall that leads to other parts of the house.

She moves further along the house... squeezing by hedges...

to the third window... she peeks in to the FIGURE...

STARING BACK AT HER...

His face covered with a ghostly white mask, inches from her...

his eyes piercing through... soulless... Casey SCREAMS BLOODY

MURDER as a hand...

CRASHES through the glass window grabbing hold of her neck...

she beats at him trying to free herself... her nails dig

into his arm... she wrenches from side to side... finally

breaking free as the hands disappear inside the house...

EXT. CORNER OF HOUSE

Casey sails around the corner of the house, eyeing the front

door. It remains closed. Her eyes cover the sprawling country

yard when suddenly....

HEADLIGHTS APPEAR

in the distance, coming down the road towards the house...

she recognizes them instantly. Mom... Dad... she tears off

across the yard toward them... moving like lightning...

The car turns into the driveway... Casey SCREAMS, waving

madly, rushing by a tree as...

THE GHOST MASKED FIGURE APPEARS

Casey stumbles back, catching her balance... the FIGURE moves

on her, arm poised high... a flash of silver... and Casey is

struck, across the chest. She looks down to see her shirt

blossoming red... a look of bewilderment as she drops to one

knee.

The knife rises again... Casey throws her hand forward...

the blade comes down... but it's blocked by the portable

phone still in her hand. She turns staggering to...

EXT. DRIVEWAY

A MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE emerge from the parked car. They move

to the front door completely unaware of what's happening to

their daughter, only feet from them.

EXT. FRONT YARD

Casey stumbles forward... her parents ten feet away... she

opens her mouth to scream but no sound resonates... she is

beyond words... staggering, swaying... the FIGURE moving

behind her.

EXT. FRONT DOOR

HER PARENTS APPROACH THE DOOR

FATHER:

That fish smelled strong.

MOTHER:

I told you to send it back.

The father discovers the front door ajar. A puzzled look.

Casey is right behind them with one arm outstretched. If

they'd only turn around...

They enter the house and close the door as...

Casey collapses on the ground, clutching her bloody chest...

the FIGURE upon her.

INT. FOYER

The father sees straight back into the kitchen... the

shattered patio door.

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