Script
Script
The house was once filled to the brim with people. The loud beat
of the music still slightly shakes the walls. A group of ten had
been walking throughout the house, cleaning up the mess from the
once raging party. CATHERINE (a twenty year-old female) walks
into an assumed empty room. She turns on the lights and finds a
lifeless form sprawled across the floor.
CATHERINE
(annoyed)
What the actual hell? Who is psycho enough
to make this real-ass decoration?
Catherine pokes with the form with her heeled foot, turning them
over slightly. Blood protruding from the slashed neck soaking
into the carpeted room, strings of sticky blood connecting the
body to the ground.
CATHERINE
(voice lost)
A-Anthony?
ARIANA
(worried)
Hey, Catie, what’s going on?
CATHERINE
It’s Anthony! He’s dead!
ARIANA
(stammering)
Wait, what? Wh-what do you mean dead?
I just saw him an hour ago…
Catherine points at the now closed door which held what was left
of Anthony. Ariana opens it slightly only to close immediately
after seeing what was inside. Her whole body shaking and visible
panic setting in.
ARIANA
We- we need to call the
police, right now!
Ariana takes out her phone, trying to dial a number only to be
left with no surface.
ARIANA
I- there's no signal.
CATHERINE
What do you mean there’s no signal?
ARIANA
I don’t know! Maybe- maybe it’s
just a mistake?
CATHERINE
Or maybe someone cut the lines.