They Page #6

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A:

moment passes. Julia shuts her eyes as a slight breeze comes up. She slips into

a dream-like state, calm and relaxed, before opening her eyes to find ...

THE:

BLOND STUDENT:

Sitting

back on the hood of a sports car. Wearing a white tank top undershirt. The

tattooed "S" insignia visible on his shoulder. Bathed in soft

moonlight. He even looks good in the dark.

Their

eyes meet. Smiles are traded between them. The wind sifts gently over the

porch.

It's

all very dream-like.

INT. CABIN - BEDROOM - NIGHT

A:

spacious bedroom. Typical.

Julia

is already in bed and wearing a night shirt. Paul is grinding out a set of

crunches.

JULIA:

It

just would have been nice if somebody had looked at it. You were on the

internet. Terry was on the phone. I felt like I was living with a bunch of

machines instead of people.

PAUL:

Someone's

overreacting.

JULIA:

Would

you look at it again?

PAUL:

I:

already did. And I still don't see anything.

Paul

gets into bed.

JULIA:

That

little girl said there was a monster in the shed.

PAUL:

(kisses her)

It

was probably another dog. Good night.

He

switches off the light. Paul turns over and goes to sleep.

Julia

sits for a moment in the dark. Alone with her thoughts. She looks over at the

walk-in closet across the room.

The

closet door is slightly open. Just a crack. Not enough to provide any clear

view of what lies within, but just enough for something -- monsters included --

to peek out.

Julia

stares at the closet. Spooked. She knows better, but it's dark and her primal

fears are taking control.

JULIA:

(to herself)

Stupid.

She

gets out of bed and tiptoes to the closet, shutting the door. Then she gets

back into bed. Smiling to herself, she goes to sleep.

EXT. CABIN - NIGHT

The

wind is picking up. Trees rustle.

INT. CABIN - BEDROOM - NIGHT

The

clock on the night table reads 3:15 AM. Julia turns over in her sleep and stirs

awake. She groggily looks over towards the closet. Julia practically sits up in

bed.

The closet door is wide open.

A:

childhood nightmare come to life. Julia's breathing quickens. She reaches

towards the other side of the bed.

JULIA:

(a whisper)

Paul?

Her

hand finds nothing but sheets and empty space. There's nobody there. She

quickly turns to locate her boyfriend. But he's gone.

She

tries to switch on the light. CLICK.

The

light stays off. She tries again. CLICK.

Nothing

happens.

Then,

she hears it. A faint sound. Almost like a shuffling.

The sound of something dragging itself lightly across the floor to the edge of

the bed.

Julia's

throat has gone dry. Carefully, she creeps towards Paul's side of the bed and

checks the floor.

There

is nothing in sight. The only sign of movement are the shadows from the trees

outside.

There

is only one place left to look. Julia cautiously steps down to the floor.

Sinking down on her knees, she gently lifts up the dust ruffle and looks into

the inky darkness underneath the bed. The space is empty.

Julia

drops the dust ruffle and sits up, GASPING.

A:

BLACK SHAPE IS STANDING BEHIND HER.

Then,

a familiar voice comes from it.

PAUL:

Hey

... it's just me.

Paul

switches on the light. He's wearing a UCLA sweatshirt.

JULIA:

The

light wouldn't turn on.

PAUL:

Works

now.

Julia

catches her breath. The fear finally draining from her.

JULIA:

Where

were you?

PAUL:

I:

was cold so I got a sweater from the closet. And I went to the bathroom. Why

were you looking under the bed?

Julia

isn't quite sure how to answer. She's embarrassed.

JULIA:

I:

thought there was something in the room.

PAUL:

(skeptical)

Something?

Like what?

INT. CABIN - LIVING ROOM - DAY

SHRRRIIIIPPP.

Packing tape is pulled back from a roll.

Julia

finishes taping up a cardboard box. Terry is packing some books into another

box of her own.

TERRY:

You thought there was a monster in the room? And

you admitted it?

JULIA:

I:

didn't know what else to say.

TERRY:

Advice.

When you don't know what else to say, you lie.

JULIA:

But

I really did hear something.

TERRY:

You're

worse than my boyfriend.

Julia

looks towards the front door.

Sam

is sitting on the porch steps, sketching on his pad, oblivious to everything

around him.

JULIA:

He's

in his own world, isn't he?

TERRY:

That's

an understatement. I have a sinking feeling that sex is out of the question for

this trip.

This

sparks something in Julia. She hesitates, looking through an open doorway where

Paul can be seen packing some clothes. Julia speaks to Terry in confidence.

JULIA:

Do

you fantasize about other people?

TERRY:

If

I haven't yet, I probably will by the time we're ready to leave.

Hesitant

beat.

JULIA:

I've

been fantasizing about a guy.

TERRY:

Anyone

we know?

JULIA:

Blond.

Good looking. Nice body.

TERRY:

I'd

like to know that.

JULIA:

(hushed)

He

has a Superman tattoo on his shoulder.

Terry's

mouth drops. The girls move closer together.

TERRY:

No.

JULIA:

Yes.

TERRY:

No.

JULIA:

Yes.

TERRY:

When

did this start?

JULIA:

Sam's

party. I walked out of the bathroom and he was changing out of his suit. He

lost his tie, his shirt ... and then he spotted me.

TERRY:

What

did you say? Keep going?

JULIA:

I:

got out of there. But I've been fantasizing about him ever since.

TERRY:

F***

yeah. Power to the people.

JULIA:

But

Paul is the perfect boyfriend. Top to bottom. He's gorgeous. He's smart. He's

gonna be a doctor.

TERRY:

(continuing)

He

never gets upset about anything ...

JULIA:

What

the hell is wrong with me?

TERRY:

It's

just a fantasy.

JULIA:

Yeah,

but when I made love to Paul on grad night ... I thought of him.

Terry

stares.

TERRY:

Wow.

JULIA:

I:

know. Don't tell Paul about this. I'd rather not test the whole "he never

gets upset about anything" part.

TERRY:

Are

you okay?

JULIA:

I:

don't know. I think I'm flipping out. Seeing things in pictures. Thinking that

there's a monster in my closet.

TERRY:

(rising)

You're

being too sensitive. We woke up with our closet wide open and I'm not upset

about it.

Julia

reacts.

JULIA:

Your

closet was open?

TERRY:

Having

to wash my hair without an all-natural conditioner. That upsets me.

She

walks out. Julia sits quietly in the living room, left alone with her own

puzzled thoughts.

INT. CABIN - HALLWAY - DAY

Julia

is walking down the hallway. She happens to pass the bathroom door which is

slightly open.

JULIA'S

POV:

Within

the bathroom. The BLOND STUDENT is toweling off. Completely naked. The tattoo

plainly visible on his shoulder. His eyes lock on hers.

Julia

REACTS, and runs straight into Paul. She JUMPS.

JULIA:

Jesus.

You scared me.

PAUL:

I'm

sorry.

JULIA:

It's

okay. I wasn't looking.

PAUL:

I'm

going for a run.

JULIA:

Okay.

See you when you get back.

(remembers)

Oh,

Paul? Don't leave the closet door open anymore, all right?

PAUL:

(confused)

Huh?

JULIA:

The

closet. Last night. You left it open.

PAUL:

I:

closed it after I got my sweatshirt.

JULIA:

Did

not.

PAUL:

Serious.

I thought you opened it.

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