Suck, squelch, glug, hiss.
Camera, shaking ever so slightly, being carried over the
effusions of hissing steam and loud marsh life.
Suddenly we're running towards our destination, somebody
else keeps bobbing into view, a girl's back, her legs jumping
side to side to avoid the stinking black mud, running with
EXT. THE OLD EAST COMPANY CARGO SHIP - MOMENTS LATER
Coming into view over a small ridge of swamp-land.
An old rusted-out cargo hulk, thousand tons of iron, stranded
in the middle of this delta.
By the terracing of mud on the banks, we gather the river
came this far up a long long time ago. The ship is stranded
like an iron ghost, deeply embedded into the ooze and green
Ha ha ha... run..run... faster! That's
what I mean, go girl.
A quick pan down to our boots, green slime coats them.
C'mon, head out in front of me, Beth.
The girl appears again, momentarily.
I want to shoot you from behind,
build the excitement of being actually
part of something...
Beth appears and stares back, not amused, dressed in black
boots, camo trousers, a bomber jacket. Blood red lipstick
and beautiful coal black eyes stare with intense hostility.
You're kidding me right, F*cko?
Out in front a series of wooden planks, neat, purposeful,
linked up much like a daisy chain, a way through the swamp,
leading like bread crumbs up to the very edge of the old
The viewer needs to be kept on edge,
what am I seeing, where is this going?
Come to think of it, why did you
bring me out here?
Beth in front, deftly hopping from toe to toe over the
flotilla, as they get closer, the ship looms, MASSIVE now,
and just ahead. A thin grey mist veils its upper reaches.
Use your hands when you slip, to
scramble out over the mud.
I dont know how you persuaded me to
do this, you were such a dork in
They reach the guard rail.
You came after I offered you some
cold hard cash Beth. Remember?
Yeah, and you better pay me all $150
dollars of it dorko...
Camera guy chuckles. The camera follows Beth as she arrives
at the edge of the green-slimed walls of the ship, she quickly
begins to climb a rusty iron stairwell.
EXT. CARGO SHIP - MAIN DECK
A more settled image, Beth has caught her breath, and leans
against the rusted guard rail, if she had a scarf it would
be flowing out on the wind, like a 1920s aviator.
Okay... this is the "interview" part.
Hi, I'm Beth, I'm here to help my
stupid friend film a stupid
documentary about some old cargo
Now tell them about the haunted aspect
to the ship... and without the stupid
Beth stares into the camera.
This ship [she opens her arms palms
facing up] was used to transport
munitions during the Korean W-
CLANK, sound from below deck.
Whoa, yeah, what's that folks, we
need to go down below deck and
Moments later... open bulkhead door, greasy red rust frames
the door as camera follows Beth down some steps into the
INT. BELOW DECKS - SOMEWHERE
Camera light pans over the corridor, oily walls, water drips,
we see into side rooms, dark, turned-over berths, a mirror
reflects back an eerie warped-face version of Beth.
Keep going Beth... great footage
Beth is moving quickly, we reach the end of this deck and
descend a spiral staircase, rattle of shoe on metal and old
INT. THREE SUB LEVELS BELOW MAIN DECK
OPENS on an old mess hall, tables sprawled and turned over
just about everywhere. The camara lens pans around, lighting
up the tables, old candlesticks, dirty tableware...
Must have been the officer's mess.
Yeah, but why is all the silverware
left behind, somebody usually steals
that... don't they?
Told you Beth, it's haunted, nobody
but us has ever been down here.
The camera lights up paintings, previous voyages, naval
life... steam ships, exotic lands, natives loading up exotic
produce, animals being loaded into crates, in the Far East.
Let's get the heck out of here, it's
creepy, which way did we come in?
I don't know, but we're doing great,
getting some great footage, this
will look just crazy when I edit it.
INT. CORRIDOR - SOMEWHERE IN THE BOWELS OF THE SHIP
Beth leads, touches the slimy wet walls, she seems nervous,
worried, beginning to feel penned in.
I want out now, okay, let's go back
up on deck.
We're in a swamp, it must leak through
into the ship.
Yeah, well I don't like it, let's
just head back up into the light.
Noise of GLOOP as slime drips from the ceiling, catches Beth
on her shirt. She screams and jumps backward.
Ha ha, he slimed you huh?
Very funny... I'm really getting
pissed off, let's just go.
They turn left, at the end of the corridor is a huge puddle
of green and brown slime, it appears to be pulsating, they
stand in horror, watching, the camera light pans up and the
walls are coated slime.
I guess that way forward is out?
Moving back along corridor, slime is forming up on the
ceiling, running along in rivulets, each time it separates a
gulping sound, or GLOOP noise, echoes around as it slobbers
down onto the corridor floor like spit from a dog's salivating
Keep going... there must be a way
out down there. Try that door.
It's locked, it wasn't locked when
we came in?
Beth pulls her hand back, she regards the sticky slime as it
rolls around over her fingertips, she attempts to flick it
This slime's not the same as the
stuff out of the swamp.
What like you think it's some crazy
slime stuff that perhaps lives?
Yeah, it's so sticky and clinging,
and it seems to have a life of its
Beth... I think the darkness and
noises down here are beginning to
get to you Beth.
Can we just get out of here.
They approach a doorway, Beth pushes it open and peers
through, she wades ahead.
Watch what you are doing there, wait
for the camera light?
Camera guys moves in, focuses the light down and we see Beth
up to her waist in slime, as she attempts to rotate inside
the embrace the sounds of sucking, squelching, burping...
GET- ME- THE- F*CK- OUT- OF- THIS -
I'm coming down now Beth, hold on.
Put that stupid camera down and help
Just keep looking up at me, that's
great, really cool, you know....
that's a great shot we have right
Why aren't you helping me, you dick,
put the f*cking camera down?
Fight it Beth, just keep moving like
that... no... keep looking up at me.
Beth is now covered in the slime, in her hair, dripping down
her t-shirt, she's slipped her bomber jacket off, she looks
around in distress and total horror.
That's it, move to the left, try and
Beth's voice is raspy, she's fading. A whisper...
Why...are... you... still... filming?
Beth stares up, her eyes seem to understand something, before
she attempts to wade once more, her arms heavy now with
slime... she suddenly slips and disappears under the green
Phew... just wow... that was intense.
POV of camera as it sprints down a narrow dark corridor, the
beams of the light flashing all over the ceiling, heavy
breathing, the sounds all around crowd in, suck, squelch,
drain and water flushing sounds, bubbles, pops and belches,
Got to go left, it was left last
time wasn't it? wait, no... go right.
Camera haults at an half-open door, tentatively, the camera
moves forward, the door is pushed aside, the camera pokes
into the darkness.
Ahead is a pulsating pumping pit of slime, a green brown
soup all of its own, as CAMERA GUY enters, it seems to
intensify and acknowledge him, the sounds of gulping, burping,
glugs, water rushing through plumbing...
I came back... I said I would.
The camera pans down, on the floor, is a bracelet, the camera
moves in, it's a girls silver bracelet, close by is another
girl's watch, and finally a gym pump.
You don't like those parts huh, hard
The bubbles and gurgles intensify, the camera guy pulls back
and films, he looks down, slime is beginning to lap over his
his black boots.
I bought you another one, I said I
would, isn't that enough?
Bursts of slime erupt, like lava from a volcano pit,
splattering over the lens and over the sides of the tank
We're off and running, turning corners, ducking into doorways,
in the darkness, confusion, suddenly at the end of a corridor
there is a shaft of light, where the deck has rusted through,
must be close to the top deck now?
Which was it... door or stairwell?
The Camera moves towards the door and inching around we see
a huge foaming carpet of slime, pulsating over the entire
Arrrghhhhh.... clever, you're getting
much smarter, I'm more clever though,
go up, go up, go up.
Camera ascends the steps, jarring shots, when... CRACK...
the steps tumble away beneath, splintered iron, more
confusion, and the camera spins coming to rest on the deck.
Still running on...
We see a teen, around seventeen, a hoody pulled up over a
pale face full of acne and pain. He stares in horror at the
camera, which continues to film him.
Motioning towards us, trying to reach the camera... he only
manages to knock the camera further away. The extra camera
light switches on, a little red L.E.D. reflects off the floor
in front of the camera, the rest is intensely lit deck,
The teen begins to disappear into the disgusting farting
liquid...his glasses, suddenly tilt sideways on his face,
one lens cracks, as he disappears into the slime they are
left floating on the surface. A bony white fingers exits the
effluence, slowly the fingers curl, giving us the finger,
before disappearing with a belch-like-noise.
...SLOWLY... WE FADE OUT TOO.