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    THE FIDDLER (Part 1 of 2)

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                   FADE IN:
    
                   EXT. LAKE SHORELINE - NIGHT
    
                   The last gasp of a brilliant sunset slips below the horizon, 
                   its magenta halo swallowed by the inky black lake.
    
                   Tiny ghost crabs swarm the carcass of a fish at the water's 
                   edge, picking morsels from its rotting flesh.
    
                   Waves break against the shoreline, harsher, more urgent than 
                   the soft lapping of summer.
    
                   The beach is desolate, except for a ring of jack-o-lanterns 
                   higher up on the dune, where a small group of teens huddles 
                   around a bonfire.
    
                   EXT. BEACH BONFIRE - NIGHT
    
                   CASEY, 14, a smallish, pimply-faced gamer-geek rocks back 
                   and forth on a log. He's fighting a life and death battle on 
                   his Nintendo, master of his digital world, until a flaming 
                   marshmallow smashes into the side of his head.
    
                                         CASEY
                             Ow, ****!
    
                   Casey jumps to his feet, Nintendo dropping to the sand. He 
                   desperately pulls the hot, gooey mess from his face and hair.
    
                   TREVOR, 16, a skinny, saggy pants skater boy, high-fives 
                   CHUCK, 16, SKULL AND CROSSBONES TATTOO on his shoulder.
    
                                         TREVOR
                                  (to Casey)
                             Uh, sorry there little dude, was 
                             shootin' for the fire.
    
                   The teens erupts in laughter, flames casting eerie shadows 
                   on their faces.
    
                                         CASEY
                             **** you.
    
                   Casey snatches his Nintendo and storms off toward the cabin, 
                   strings of marshmallow still hanging from his face.
    
                   On his way to the bonfire, the camp director, MR. SHOTZ, 42, 
                   passes Casey, pausing to put his hand on Casey's shoulder.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Hey Casey? Everything okay?
    
                   Casey smacks Mr. Shotz's hand away and runs up the path.
    
                   Crouched on a log at the campfire, jamming to her Mp3, BETH, 
                   16, a large goth girl, takes a deep hit from a joint Chuck 
                   sees Mr. Shotz approaching and tries to warn Beth.
    
                                         CHUCK
                             ****, here he comes. Stash it.
    
                   Beth rocks on, deaf to Chuck's warning. Chuck swipes the 
                   roach from Beth's hand and tosses it into the woods.
    
                   Beth snaps at Chuck.
    
                                         BETH
                             Hey, what the hell?
    
                   Chuck points toward Mr. Shotz, who's reached the bonfire.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Okay everyone, can I have your 
                             attention.
    
                   No one notices. He smiles and tries to make a joke of it, he 
                   taps on his clipboard as if it were a microphone...
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Hello...is this on?
    
                   No response.
    
                   Mr. Shotz reaches for the whistle strung around his neck and 
                   blows.
    
                   Trevor shakes his head and throws a log onto the fire, sending 
                   glowing embers toward the black sky.
    
                                         TREVOR
                             Silence, the Fuhrer's here.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                                  (to Trevor)
                             That's not necessary Mr. Silva. Okay, 
                             before our activity this evening, I 
                             just wanted to say hang in there. 
                             Most of you have made great progress. 
                             Just one more week to go.
    
                   Mr. Shotz reads from the clipboard.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Tomorrow, after our counseling 
                             session, we're gonna hike Mt. AuSable. 
                             On Tuesday, archery, and --
    
                                         CHUCK
                             This is so ****ing lame.
    
                   Mr. Shotz shakes his head, glaring at Chuck.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Mr. DeMay, need I remind you that 
                             you chose this camp. I can put a 
                             call into your probation officer if 
                             you'd like to finish your sentence 
                             in the county jail.
    
                   As Casey returns, tromping past the bonfire toward the beach, 
                   Trevor can't resist hurling another arrow at his prey.
    
                                         TREVOR
                             Jeez, gone a long time little dude. 
                             You bust one off?
    
                   Casey glares at Trevor, giving him the finger.
    
                   Mr. Shotz raises his whistle, but then lowers it.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Okay, let's move on. In keeping with 
                             the Halloween spirit...
    
                   Mr. Shotz smiles sheepishly, relishing in the pun.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             We're lucky to have a very special 
                             guest to entertain us tonight with 
                             his campfire stories and songs.
    
                   GROANS.
    
                   Mr. Shotz holds up his hands.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Hey, let's stay positive. I hear 
                             he's quite good.
    
                   Beth pulls an earbud from her ear, leans over to Chuck.
    
                                         BETH
                             Did he say songs? Man, there's no 
                             effen way I'm singin'!
    
                   Mr. Shotz glances at his watch.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Uh, he should be here any minute 
                             now.
    
                   From the woods, the deep BRUMMMM of a bow drawn slowly across 
                   the strings of a fiddle.
    
                   A TWIG SNAPS.
    
                   A tall man, gray beard as long as he is old, emerges from 
                   the shadows, into the dancing light of the bonfire. He carries 
                   a fiddle, eyes hidden by a tattered buffalo nickel hat pushed 
                   tight to his head.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Oh, there you are. Nice entrance. 
                             Everyone, this is THE FIDDLER, 
                             storyteller extraordinaire.
    
                   The Fiddler shuffles toward the campfire, expressionless.
    
                   Chuck whispers to Trevor.
    
                                         CHUCK
                             Dude looks like my granddad right 
                             before he died.
    
                   Mr. Shotz extends his hand, but The Fiddler moves directly 
                   to a stool near the edge of the fire, the flickering light 
                   harshening the deep fissures in the mysterious man's face.
    
                   Another long, slow pull of the bow, BRUMMMMM. The Fiddler 
                   locks his gaze on the group of teens. He speaks in a hushed, 
                   stark tone.
    
                                         THE FIDDLER
                             Those who've passed from this life 
                             have secrets they want heard, lessons 
                             to tell...no fairy tales...just 
                             stories that stir the soul.
    
                   Trevor leans toward Chuck, whispering.
    
                                         TREVOR
                             Man, this dude's creepy. Kinda cool 
                             though.
    
                                         CHUCK
                             Hey man, can you play some AC/DC on 
                             that thing?
    
                                         TREVOR
                             Yeah, like "Highway to Hell."
    
                   LAUGHS.
    
                   The Fiddler chins his instrument...
    
                   BRUMMMMM.
    
                   Suddenly, a flash of lightning and a chilling gust of wind.
    
                   EXT. LAKE SHORELINE - NIGHT
    Last edited by Mark Somers; 10-29-2009, 07:59 PM.

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    Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

    THE FIDDLER (Part 2 of 2)


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                   Casey sits alone on the sand, knees drawn toward his chest, 
                   digital warring again until the screen suddenly goes blank. 
                   He smacks it.
    
                                         CASEY
                             What the hell. Come on! Piece of 
                             ****.
    
                   EXT. BEACH BONFIRE - NIGHT
    
                   Beth huffs, rips the earbuds from her ears, smacks the Mp3 
                   against her knee, but to no avail. It's dead too.
    
                                         BETH
                             Damn it!
    
                   The Fiddler lowers his violin.
    
                                         THE FIDDLER
                             After months at sea, starving, 
                             homesick, the minds of ancient 
                             mariners start to get away from 
                             them... specially at night. They'd 
                             tell stories, sing... prayin' it 
                             bring 'em peace 'fore they die.
    
                   Chuck rolls his eyes, jerking his fist up and down in front 
                   of his crotch.
    
                   The Fiddler's steel gray eyes lock onto Mr. Shotz.
    
                                         THE FIDDLER
                             Reckon you'll like this one.
    
                   Mr. Shotz smiles and nods.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             I'm sure I will.
    
                   The haunting tremolos of the violin echo within the clearing.
    
                   BRUMMMMMM.
    
                   The Fiddler begins to sing, steam swirling from his beard as 
                   his breath hits the cool night air.
    
                   EXT. LAKE SHORELINE - NIGHT
    
                   Casey rises slowly from the sand, turning toward the bonfire 
                   and disappearing into the tall dune grass.
    
                   EXT. BEACH BONFIRE - NIGHT
    
                   Halfway through the first verse, a deep pull of the bowstring, 
                   a flash of lightning and a sudden agonizing scream from Mr. 
                   Shotz.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Ahhhh, no!
    
                   Mr. Shotz backs away, knocking over three jack-o-lanterns, 
                   their faces flickering and then fading to black.
    
                   Mr. Shotz pleads to The Fiddler.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             That's enough, please stop!
    
                   The Fiddler continues singing the chorus.
    
                                         THE FIDDLER
                             Ole fair sea, ole fair sea. Take me 
                             home to thee. Fore I drown in sorrow, 
                             the poor soul I be... Ole fair sea --
    
                   Mr. Shotz covers his ears, trying to block the haunting spell.
    
                   INT. BOY'S DORMITORY - NIGHT (MR. SHOTZ'S HALLUCINATORY 
                   VISION)
    
                   In the darkness, the fall of FOOTSTEPS against creaky 
                   floorboards.
    
                   A door creaks open. A SLIVER OF LIGHT appears.
    
                   A silhouette of a man leads a boy into a darkened store room. 
                   The door closes behind them.
    
                   STORE ROOM
    
                   A MATCH IGNITES, moving shakily toward the wick of a candle.
    
                   Orange light flickers across Mr. Shotz' face. He steps across 
                   the room, where Casey stands in his underwear, arms folded 
                   across his chest, shivering.
    
                   Mr. Shotz, breathing deeply, places his hands on Casey's 
                   shoulders, causing the boy to shudder. Mr. Shotz whispers.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             We have a deal, right?
    
                   Mr. Shotz moves closer. The boy closes his eyes, tears 
                   streaming down his face.
    
                   EXT. BEACH BONFIRE - NIGHT
    
                   The fiddling quickens to a furious pace.
    
                   Mr. Shotz, now frozen at the edge of the clearing, grimaces 
                   and reaches behind his back, screaming in anguish.
    
                                         MR. SHOTZ
                             Ahhhhhh!
    
                   Blood gushes from Mr. Shotz' mouth. He stumbles forward, 
                   careening off Beth, who watches in horror.
    
                   Casey emerges from the dune grass, entranced, clenching a 
                   blood-covered knife.
    
                   Mr. Shotz staggers into the clearing, blood flowing from a 
                   gaping hole in his t-shirt. He collapses to the sand, his 
                   lifeless face landing just inches from the glowing gaze of a 
                   smiling jack-o-lantern.
    
                   Casey steps toward Trevor, who attempts to run. But before 
                   Trevor can take a step, the Fiddler swipes the bow against 
                   the violin. A blinding explosion hurls Trevor to the sand, 
                   dazed and twitching.
    
                   Casey creeps toward his paralyzed nemesis and kneels over 
                   him. Casey pulls back Trevor's t-shirt, exposing a scorpion 
                   tattoo on Trevor's belly just above the navel.
    
                   Casey lifts the knife, placing the point in the middle of 
                   the scorpion's body.
    
                   Trevor's eyes fill with terror. Casey smiles.
    
                                         CASEY
                             Sometimes the predator loses.
    
                   Beth cries out, dropping to her knees.
    
                                         BETH
                             No, Casey don't. It's not worth it.
    
                   The knife point slowly pierces the scorpion's body. Trevor's 
                   scream echoes through the dunes.
    
                                         BETH
                             Oh God no, please...
    
                   The blade disappears into Trevor's belly. Blood oozes from 
                   the wound, covering the scorpion.
    
                   Chuck runs toward The Fiddler, who sits calmly on his stool.
    
                                         CHUCK
                             You son of a bitch. What the **** 
                             did you do?
    
                   The Fiddler hurls the bow at Chuck, the projectile pierces 
                   Chuck's throat. The boy drops to his knees, choking on blood, 
                   trying desperately to pull the bow from his neck.
    
                   Beth runs to Chuck, only to hear his last dying gasps. She 
                   turns toward The Fiddler, but he's vanished, as has Casey.
    
                   One set of footprints leads to the water's edge.
    
                   EXT. SHORELINE - NIGHT
    
                   Large waves crash against the sand, forcing the ghost crabs 
                   to retreat from their meal.
    
                   Beth, crying and panicked, runs into the cold, murky water, 
                   screaming.
    
                                         BETH
                             Casey!
                                  (beat)
                             Nooooo!
    
                   A sudden gust of wind whips through the tall dune grass.
    
                   Lightning flashes on the horizon.
    
                   Somewhere, across the open water, a haunting chorus...
    
                                         THE FIDDLER
                             Ole fair sea, ole fair sea. Take me 
                             home to thee...
    
                   BRUMMMMMM.
    
                                                                      FADE OUT:
    Last edited by Mark Somers; 10-29-2009, 08:01 PM.

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    • #3
      Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

      THE DEVIL'S HOUSE (Part 1 of 2)

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                FADE IN:
      
                EXT. DEVIL'S HOUSE - DAY
      
                An ancient edifice in the Italian resort town of Como. It is 
                approached by an American tourist, LEON, and his two 
                Italian friends, PAOLO and EMILIO.
      
                
      
                The lower-floor windows are protected by heavy iron grills, the
                shutters are closed tightly, the walls are plastered with
                announcements of prayers for the dead, and the filthy gates
                are locked securely.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          You see, the Devil's House does not
                          merit your curiosity.
      
                                    LEON
                          It is a dump. What a waste.
      
                                    EMILIO
                          It's early. The day is not a
                          complete waste. Let's go home and get
                          high and laid. Then, if you really
                          want to break into a house, I know
                          a better place.
      
                EXT. LAKESIDE MANSION - NIGHT
      
                The trio approaches the once-gorgeous, now ramshackle estate in
                a rowboat, their pupils enormous.
      
                                    LEON
                          You were right. This is better.
      
                                    EMILIO
                          It was actually owned by the same
                          old man who owned the Devil's
                          House. This is where he lived.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          Why doesn't anyone live here now?
      
                                    PAOLO
                          Superstition. Don Delano, the old
                          owner, supposedly pawned his soul
                          for his wealth, and guarded it
                          jealously. When he died, the devil supposedly took
                          up residence.
      
                INT. LAKESIDE MANSION - NIGHT
      
                Leon lights a candle, throwing eerie light in the darkness. They
                are in an extravagant, richly-detailed hall.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          My God! They weren't joking.
      
                Leon nods nervously and the three explore, wide-eyed, overwhelmed
                by the rich paintings on mythological themes.
      
                INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT
      
                They stare at a large bedside fresco of a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN playing
                a guitar, with a fearsome look in her eyes.
      
                                    EMILIO
                          How she resembles your new
                          girlfriend, Leon! I could have taken
                          it for her portrait.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          It's true. Their features are
                          alike, though Violeta has a far
                          different expression. This one's
                          eyes are beastly and ferocious in
                          spite of their beauty. I'm actually
                          afraid to look at her.
      
                                    LEON
                          Violeta's not my girlfriend. She's
                          forbidden fruit.
      
                The Italians nod, go off in search of rooms of their own. A hush
                soon falls over the whole house.
      
                INT. MASTER BEDROOM - MIDNIGHT
      
                Leon is rustled awake by Paolo.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          I've wanted to talk to you all
                          night. Now that Emilio's asleep, we
                          can talk a little.
      
                                    LEON
                          ...What's up, Paolo?
      
                                    PAOLO
                          You're not...into Violeta, are you?
      
                Leon's eyes go inadvertently to the fresco.
      
                                    LEON
                          Why? You like her?
      
                                    PAOLO
                          No...I just...was wondering. I
                          mean, I've seen the way you...
      
                Leon yawns. Paolo goes in for a kiss. Leon throws him off.
      
                                    LEON
                          Hey! Get off!
      
                                    PAOLO
                          No...no, I'm sorry! I didn't...I'm
                          really high. I didn't mean...no.
                          I'm just high...just high...
                               (weeping)
                          I'm tormented by some inexplicable
                          premonition. Who knows if we shall
                          see each other tomorrow? Let us
                          embrace for what could be the final time.
                          PLEASE!!
      
                                    LEON
                               (trying to sound casual)
                          Since when are you superstitious?
      
                                    PAOLO
                          Co as I ask!
      
                Paolo's face is contorted and his eyes blaze like burning coals
                as he extends his arms. They embrace. He runs off. All is
                silence again. Leon tries to sleep, unnerved. Then, softly at 
                first, a GUITAR plays softly.
      
                Leon looks up, is shocked to see, in the flesh, the WOMAN from
                the fresco, staring like a demon, playing the guitar. Leon
                grabs a knife, SHOUTS OUT. The woman SHRIEKS, drops the
                guitar and falls to her knees...
      
                                    VIOLETA
                          Leon! it's me, Violeta! I intended
                          to steal nothing from you. Be
                          merciful. Don't kill me.
      
                                    LEON
                          Jesus, Violeta! What the hell are
                          you doing here?
      
                                    VIOLETA
                          I just...I'm ashamed. I saw you and
                          your friends go in here. I
                          sometimes bring guys here. I just,
                          I need money. I'm desperate!
      
                                    LEON
                          ...Money?
      
                                    VIOLETA
                          I store my treasures here, baby.
                          Lots of ****. Jewelry. I'll sell
                          them to you for seventy-five bucks.
      
                                    LEON
                          ****, I'll give you money--
      
                She reaches underneath the bed, pulls out a chest. It is filled
                with DIAMONDS and GOLD. Stunned, Leon forks over the cash.
                She smiles, her eyes soft. They kiss deeply.
      
                                    VIOLETA
                          I gotta go. I'll see you soon.
      
                She smiles, vanishes into the darkness. After she is gone, Leon
                inspects the chest. He finds an especially precious GOLD
                TOBACCO VIAL. He wraps it up separately, for it is very
                fragile, and puts it away. He reclines, falls back asleep.
      
                INT. MASTER BEDROOM - MORNING
      
                Leon wakes slowly, to the sound of Emilio SCREAMING.
      
                INT. EMILIO'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
      
                Leon rushes in, finds Emilio lying in a delirium.
      
                                    EMILIO
                               (screaming)
                          ...Leave me alone, please let me
                          be! Is it my fault that Venus is
                          the most enchanting goddess? Paris
                          has such fine taste that I am going to
                          appoint him the judge of peace in
                          Peking as soon as my winged griffin returns
                          me to my Chinese empire...!
      
                Leon frantically tries to wake him. Paolo enters, frantic.
      
                                    PAOLO
                          He's alive! He is alive! I haven't
                          killed him! But let me see where I
                          have wounded him!
      
                Paolo searches Emilio's entire body, but finds no wound.
      
                                    LEON
                          What's with you, Paulo? You can see
                          he's fine!! What happened?
      
                Paolo quakes, remembering...
      
                INT. PAOLO'S ROOM - PREVIOUS NIGHT
      
                Paolo enters the room, lights a candle. He checks his
                pistol, breathes in the night air. The candle flickers
                dimly, and a PHANTOM appears in his doorway. The creature
                SHRIEKS and approaches him. Paolo FIRES his pistol, and the
                phantom falls to the floor.
      
                                    PHANTOM
                          Paolo, what have you done? It's me,
                          Emilio!
      
                Paolo removes the white sheet from Emilio's body, tries to revive
                him. Emilio bleeds terribly, making the white sheet red.
      
                                    EMILIO
                          I only wanted to test your courage,
                          and now you've killed me. But
                          forgive me, as I now forgive you!
      
                Paolo SCREAMS.

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        Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

        THE DEVIL'S HOUSE (Part 2 of 2)

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                  INT. EMILIO'S HOUSE - MORNING
        
                  Paolo continues, breathless.
        
                                      PAOLO
                            That's when you heard and came
                            running, and we both carried him 
                            back here...
        
                                      LEON
                                 (laughing)
                            What are you talking about? I
                            didn't leave my room the whole night.
                            After you came to my room
                            and...made a pass at me, I just
                            stayed in bed. I don't know about
                            Emilio. You were just dreaming.
        
                                      PAOLO
                                 (irate)
                            But you were dreaming! I never came
                            to your room, and I never "made a pass"
                            at you. I don't like you like that.
        
                                      LEON
                            Whatever. I know what I know,
        
                                      EMILIO
                            What are you arguing about? I'm
                            fine. And I swear I never tried to
                            scare Paolo. I'll tell you what
                            happened...I went to China! This winged
                            Griffin came out of the painting
                            and took me there. There were Chink whores
                            and everything...
        
                                      LEON
                            What was that **** we smoked last
                            night? Never again. Anyway, the
                            night wasn't a complete bust. Come
                            see what I bought from Violeta...
        
                  INT. MASTER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
        
                  Leon produces the chest, grinning.
        
                                      LEON
                            Stupid bitch must be desperate. I
                            got this for seventy-five bucks!
        
                  He opens the chest, finds it FULL OF HUMAN BONES. He opens what
                  he thinks is the gold tobacco vial, finds instead the SKULL
                  OF A CHILD.
        
                                      EMILIO
                            You bought that!?
        
                                      LEON
                            No, I don't...
        
                                      PAOLO
                            My God! Where's the lake!?
        
                  They look out the window, find they aren't in the mansion at all...
                  but the Devil's House in Como. They sink into the corner, as the
                  entire place becomes bathed in RED FIRE. They SCREAM,
                  Violeta's LAUGHTER echoing throughout.
        
                                                               FADE OUT.

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        • #5
          Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

          LADY OF THE NIGHT (Part 1 of 2)

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                         FADE IN:
          
                         EXT. COBBLED STREET - NIGHT
          
                         Gas-lit steam glows as it rises from the cobbled streets, 
                         except where it is obscured by a lone SILHOUETTE that walks 
                         menacingly toward the next gaslight.
          
                         A frightened rat scurries toward the safety of wall-cracks.
          
                         The Silhouette hits the next circle of gaslight and it 
                         transforms into MARY, a thirty-ish year old who scowls at 
                         her surroundings, a knife in her hand. And if Mary's bodice 
                         were cut any lower she'd surely be arrested.
          
                         She pulls her cape a bit tighter around herself, leaving her 
                         knife hand free. She spots the rat as it scrabbles along the 
                         side of the building. She wrinkles her face.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Bloody disgustin' rat! Scared the 
                                   'ell out a me, you did. I'll slice 
                                   you up to 'ave for me supper, that's 
                                   what I'll do.
          
                         Mary lunges, knife forward just as the rat disappears into 
                         the shadows behind an old crate on the side of the road.
          
                         Then the screaming starts, a shrill noise that would pierce 
                         an eardrum if it were in close proximity.
          
                         Mary stops. She backs away nervously, her knife held high.
          
                         A young girl, SARAH, pops up from the behind the crate. Still 
                         piercing eardrums, she runs to Mary and grabs her tight.
          
                         Mary pushes Sarah away roughly. She shoves the knife toward 
                         Sarah face. It stops inches away.
          
                                               MARY
                                   'ere now. Stop your bawlin'...
          
                         Shocked into silence and teary-eyed Sarah looks up at Mary. 
                         Mary stops for a moment to assess Sarah.
          
                         Sarah is around twelve years of age and not at all 
                         threatening. She's a bit dirty but underneath she's dressed 
                         too expensively for a ragamuffin.
          
                         Mary raises an eyebrow. A change of plan. She apologetically 
                         puts the knife into her cape pocket.
          
                                               MARY
                                   A girl can't be too careful --
                                   You lost darlin'? Did that nasty rat 
                                   give you a fright?
          
                         Sarah nods in a noncommittal way, wiping tears from her eyes.
          
                                               MARY
                                   And so far from 'ome by the looks of 
                                   you. What's your name buttercup?
          
                                               SARAH
                                   Sarah.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Well pleased to meet you, Sarah so 
                                   far from 'ome. Me name's Mary.
                                   Auntie Mary.
          
                         A small smile from Sarah and Mary returns it with the biggest 
                         fake smile she can muster.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Now that's more what a li'l girl 
                                   should be. I've an idea. Why not 
                                   tell Auntie Mary where it is you 
                                   live so she can take you there?
          
                         Sarah shakes her head vigorously.
          
                                               MARY
                                   No?! But I bet your old man's pining 
                                   away for you. You don't want to 
                                   disappoint 'im. 'e's out there right 
                                   now, lookin' for 'is buttercup, 
                                   willin' to do most anythin' to get 
                                   his dear li'l girl back.
          
                         More vigorous head shakes from Sarah. Mary loses her temper.
          
                                               MARY
                                   'ow in the 'ell can I get you 'ome 
                                   if you don't tell me...
          
                                               SARAH
                                   I don't need to go home!
          
                                               MARY
                                   You don't need...?
          
                         Mary suddenly realizes.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Ah! You're not lost. You're run away 
                                   like one of Pan's little boys.
          
                         Mary cups Sarah's chin with her hand.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Well, I got news for you buttercup, 
                                   this ain't Never Never Land. You 
                                   grow up real fast here, believe me.  
                                   Wouldn't you rather be in your posh 
                                   li'l bed listenin' to sweet and 
                                   charmin' fairie stories?
          
                         Sarah pulls away.
          
                                               SARAH
                                   I can take care of myself, thank 
                                   you.
          
                                               MARY
                                   You're fiesty 'nuff, I'll give you 
                                   that. But even you're no match for 
                                   the Manchester Monster.
          
                                               SARAH
                                   Another fairie story?
          
                         Mary squats down to Sarah's size.
          
                                               MARY
                                   The Manchester Monster ain't no fairie 
                                   story. It's true, it is. Me friend 
                                   Prue 'ad a friend Becca who was et 
                                   by the monster.
          
                         She makes a hand claw and gnashes at Sarah. Sarah retreats.
          
                                               MARY
                                   'e's got sharp teeth and beedy little 
                                   eyes. Like that rat who scared you 
                                   only bigger, and much uglier. You'd 
                                   be no match for 'im, no indeed.
          
                                               SARAH
                                   You're trying to frighten me.
          
                         Well don't bother. I don't believe in fairies. Or monsters.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Just warnin' you, is all. A li'l 
                                   girl like you should be safe and 
                                   warm at 'ome 'avin' 'er rich supper 
                                   with trimmings. I'm 'ungry; aren't 
                                   you 'ungry, buttercup?
          
                         Sarah nods.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Then why not let me take you 'ome 
                                   darlin'?
          
                                               SARAH
                                   So you can collect a big fat reward 
                                   from my "old man"?
          
                                               MARY
                                   S'what if I do? Buy me supper for 
                                   ages, that would. Better than 'unting 
                                   rats for me food.
          
                         Mary pulls the knife from her cape then uses it to accentuate.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Or tender li'l girls.
          
                         Sarah backs away then runs off down the street.
          
                                               MARY
                                   Bloody 'ell! Come back 'ere you li'l -- 
                                   you li'l gutter rat!
          
                         MARY FOLLOWS SARAH ONTO
          Last edited by Mark Somers; 10-30-2009, 06:56 PM.

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          • #6
            Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

            LADY OF THE NIGHT (Part 2 of 2)

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                           ANOTHER COBBLED STREET
            
                           Dark, gloomy, and foggy like the last. No sign of Sarah. 
                           Mary raises an eyebrow. Her knife glints in the gaslight.
            
                                                 MARY
                                     Sarah?
            
                           No answer except a dull echo.
            
                                                 MARY
                                     Where the 'ell'd she go?
            
                           A shadow flits across the gas lights. Mary's head turns toward 
                           it. She calls out to Sarah again.
            
                           A girlish sob and sniffle. Mary glances in the direction of 
                           the sound. The shadow of a small girl hurries into an alley.
            
                           With determination, she stalks toward the
            
                           ALLEY
            
                           A place to gather night soil. It's dark but some gas light 
                           spills in from the street. It lights the walls with many odd-
                           shaped reflections.
            
                           Miscellaneous garbage lines the sides, perfect places for a 
                           little girl to hide behind. Mary shudders. She calls out to 
                           Sarah. This time she gets a giggle in return.
            
                                                 MARY
                                     Oh, it's a laugh, is it? Me prancin' 
                                     around stinkin' back lanes in the 
                                     dark.
            
                           Something unseen scurries off to the side. Mary lets out a 
                           small yelp and jumps away. Louder giggling. The shadow of a 
                           small girl appears on one of the brighter patches of wall 
                           toward the back of the alley.
            
                                                 MARY
                                     It ain't funny, missy. Come out to 
                                     Auntie Mary or I'll...
            
                           Mary brandishes the knife.
            
                                                 SARAH
                                     Or you'll what? Slice me up to have 
                                     for your supper? I think not.
            
                           More giggles as the shadow switches to another part of the 
                           wall. Mary adjusts her stance to confront it. She's nervous 
                           now, the knife quivers in her hand. She pleads.
            
                                                 MARY
                                     Please darlin', let me take you 'ome!
            
                                                 SARAH
                                     I don't need to go home, Auntie Mary. 
                                     I am home.
            
                           All of the brighter patches of wall seem to have Sarah's 
                           shadow now. Mary seems confused and frightened. Her whole 
                           body trembles as she tries to fend them all off with one 
                           knife.
            
                           The shadows on the wall transform, their noses grow longer, 
                           their bodies plumper, their ears bigger and rounder. Sarah's 
                           voice grows deeper and multiplies.
            
                                                 SARAH
                                     And am I ever hungry.
            
                           EXT. ALLEY WAY
            
                           Screams followed by the slobbering sound of eating can be 
                           heard from the mouth of the alley.
            
                           Then quiet.
            
                           A rat scurries from the alleyway and into the cobbled street. 
                           It glances toward us, almost smugly, then it rushes off into 
                           the shadows.
            
                           THE END

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            • #7
              Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

              I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST HALLOWEEN (Part 1 of 2)

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                             FADE IN:
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
              
                             It's Halloween and happy kids are Trick-or-Treating. Some 
                             wear store-bought masks and outfits, a few wear home-made 
                             costumes like cardboard box robot and giant fruit.
              
                             Hottie teen JENNY and her boyfriend REGGIE encourage her kid 
                             brother ADAM to get started. Adam wears a white bedsheet 
                             with eyeholes cut out.
              
                                                   ADAM
                                       Look at those masks and costumes!
              
                             How am I supposed to compete with that? All I got is a sheet!
              
                                                   JENNY
                                       You don't need to complete, you just 
                                       say "Trick or Treat" and they chuck 
                                       candy into your bucket.
              
                                                   ADAM
                                       This sucks.
              
                             Jenny points to a house whose porch light is on.
              
                                                   JENNY
                                       No one's gone there yet. Shoo!
              
                             She pushes Adam toward the house. Off he goes, reluctantly.
              
                                                   JENNY
                                       Remember! You're a ghost! Scare the 
                                       shít out of them!
              
                             Reggie pulls Jenny close.
              
                                                   REGGIE
                                       Remember, you're a babe. Squeeze the 
                                       love out of me.
              
                             Jenny giggles and they kiss and explore each other.
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 1 - NIGHT
              
                             Just as Adam's about to knock on the door, he looks left and 
                             sees another KID wearing a white ghost sheet just like his.
              
                             The kid disappears around a corner.
              
                             Adam looks at Jenny and Reggie, sees them in a lip-lock.
              
                                                   ADAM
                                       Gross!
              
                             Adam runs after the other Ghost Sheet Kid.
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY STREET - NIGHT
              
                             Adam follows Ghost Sheet Kid at a distance.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid suddenly stops.
              
                             Adam hides behind a parked car. He peeks out.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid stares at a house whose porch light is on.
              
                             After a long pause, Ghost Sheet Kid walks up the path.
              
                             Adam crouches behind a bush and watches.
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 2 - NIGHT
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid knocks on the door, a SMILING WOMAN answers.
              
                                                   SMILING WOMAN
                                       Oh my goodness! It's a ghost!
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid doesn't speak yet.
              
                                                   SMILING WOMAN
                                       Hold on just a second!
              
                             She reaches inside and brings out a bag of goodies.
              
                                                   GHOST SHEET KID
                                       Do you remember me?
              
                             Smiling Woman looks at The Kid and frowns.
              
                                                   SMILING WOMAN
                                       I don't think I--
              
                             Smiling Woman's eyes widen in shock. Ghost Sheet Kid's sheet 
                             flaps up and down in frantic motion. Blood spatters the porch 
                             wall.
              
                             Smiling Woman collapses on the porch. Her dead eyes seem to 
                             stare directly at Adam.
              
                             Adam's eyes widen in fear.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid turns and walks down the path, passing the 
                             bush Adam is hiding behind. Adam trembles with fear.
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY STREET - NIGHT
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid walks down the street.
              
                             Adam follows Ghost Sheet Kid again, because in horror movies, 
                             people do really stupid things.
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 3 - NIGHT
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid stops and stares at another house. Adam hides 
                             behind a picket fence and watches.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid walks up to the porch, knocks on the door.
              
                             GRUMPY OLD MAN answers.
              
                                                   GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                       What are you supposed to be, a daiper?
              
                             Grumpy Old Man looks up and down the street.
              
                                                   GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                       Why don't you come in, kid? I got 
                                       candy.
              
                             Adam waves frantically, trying to tell the guy, go back 
                             inside! Grumpy Old Man sees him and scowls.
              
                                                   GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                       Forget it. G'wan, beat it. Go bother 
                                       someone else.
              
                                                   GHOST SHEET KID
                                       Do you remember me?
              
                                                   GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                       Why should I remember you? Get out 
                                       of here. Damn kids.
              
                             Grumpy Old Man jerks in shock, eyes wide. Ghost Sheet Kid's 
                             sheet flaps up and down as bloody murder is done.
              
                             Grumpy Old Man collapses, dead.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid turns and walks down the path. His sheet's 
                             covered in blood but it's Halloween, who's going to notice?
              
                             EXT. FRIENDLY STREET - NIGHT
              
                             Adam looks up and down the street. No sign of Ghost Sheet 
                             Kid. Where'd he go? Adam turns round -- and he's there!
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid whips Adam's sheet away. Adam's terrified.
              
                                                   GHOST SHEET KID
                                       I knew you were watching.
              
                                                   ADAM
                                       I won't tell anyone, I promise!
              
                                                   GRAVEL VOICE KID
                                       Huh.
              
                             EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
              
                             Adam stands among a sea of old tombstones. He looks around, 
                             confused. What just happened?
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid stands at a nearby grave. Fresh flowers 
                             partially cover the gravestone inscription, OUR BELOVED SON.
              
                                                   GHOST SHEET KID
                                       A year ago they took my life away 
                                       from me. This is my night. My one 
                                       chance for revenge. It's the rules.
              
                             Adam slowly pulls Ghost Sheet Kid's sheet away. Worms and 
                             maggots cover Ghost Sheet Kid's face and head. His bloodshot 
                             lidless eyes stare at Adam who is horrified.
              
                                                   GHOST SHEET KID
                                       It's 'cause I wasn't laid to rest, 
                                       see? I'll show you.
              
                             Ghost Sheet Kid touches Adam's forehead with a bony finger.

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              • #8
                Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

                I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST HALLOWEEN (Part 2 of 2)

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                               EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 2 - NIGHT (FLASHBACK - KID'S POV)
                
                               Smiling Woman sports a black eye and is drunk as a skunk, 
                               holding onto the door frame for support.
                
                                                     SMILING WOMAN
                                         Not tonight, kid. Try old man Harkins 
                                         across the street. Grumpy old bastard 
                                         always loves Trick or Treat.
                
                               Laughing hysterically, she slams the door.
                
                               EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 3 - NIGHT (FLASHBACK - KID'S POV)
                
                               Grumpy Old Man opens his door invitingly.
                
                                                     GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                         Yeah come on in, kid, I got candy 
                                         and stuff here. C'mon, hurry up.
                
                               INT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 3 - NIGHT (FLASHBACK - KID'S POV)
                
                               Grumpy Old Man closes and bolts the door, CLICK, SNICK, CLICK.
                
                               INT. FRIENDLY HOUSE CELLAR - NIGHT (FLASHBACK - KID'S POV)
                
                               Grumpy Old Man stands at the top of stairs leading down into 
                               a dark cellar.
                
                                                     GRUMPY OLD MAN
                                         Just you and me, kid. It'll be fun.
                
                               EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
                
                               Adam opens his eyes and gasps! He saw it all.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         He took you down into his cellar.
                
                                                     GHOST SHEET KID
                                         Yeah.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         He was hoping another kid would come 
                                         to his door tonight. Alone. So he 
                                         could do it again.
                
                                                     GHOST SHEET KID
                                         He'll never do it again. I gotta go.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         Go where?
                
                                                     GHOST SHEET KID
                                         This isn't my grave. It's just where 
                                         they put a stone with my name on it.
                
                               Adam thinks for a moment... then realizes...
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         He buried you in his cellar.
                
                                                     GHOST SHEET KID
                                         I think so. Maybe.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         The cops might search his house. If 
                                         they find you, maybe you'll end up 
                                         here?
                
                                                     GHOST SHEET KID
                                         If they find me.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         I'll make sure they do.
                
                               Adam is talking to himself -- Ghost Sheet Kid is gone.
                
                               EXT. FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
                
                               Jenny and Reggie are relieved when Adam turns up.
                
                                                     JENNY
                                         Where have you been? We were worried.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         I'm okay. Wait here, I'll be back in 
                                         a minute, I promise.
                
                               Adam runs off down the street.
                
                                                     JENNY
                                         Adam!
                
                               EXT. FRIENDLY HOUSE 3 - NIGHT
                
                               Now a crime scene with COPS, an ambulance, and a DETECTIVE 
                               trying to figure it out. Adam approaches the Detective.
                
                                                     ADAM
                                         I heard he kept bodies in his cellar.
                                         Remember the kid that went missing 
                                         last year?
                
                               Adam walks away. The Detective watches him go, thinking.
                
                                                                                  FADE OUT:

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                • #9
                  Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

                  BLOOD RAINS BLACK (Part 1 of 2)

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                                 BLACK SCREEN
                  
                                 Metal on metal – swords clashing.
                  
                                 EXT. PIRATE SHIP – DAY
                  
                                 Two swords slam together, PIRATES face off.
                  
                                 FIRST MATE, tough as nails, looks good in black, is on the 
                                 deck with CAPTAIN, mortally wounded. Captain struggles to 
                                 take his last breaths. He sees … … AMELIA, 12, tomboy, looks 
                                 out of place in a dress. She tries to make her way to them 
                                 amongst the mayhem. With his eyes fixed on Amelia, captain 
                                 clutches First Mate, whispers with dying breath …
                  
                                                       CAPTAIN
                                           Protect her. Swear to me.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           What you ask, I vow.
                  
                                 Captain dies with Amelia still trying to get to him.
                  
                                                       AMELIA
                                           No!
                  
                                 ENEMY PIRATE sees her, licks his chops with evil intent.
                  
                                 He grabs her. Amelia puts up a fight. First Mate leaps to 
                                 protect her, but is attacked before he can get to her.
                  
                                 PIRATE #3 jumps to Amelia’s rescue. A battle ensues. Enemy 
                                 Pirate gets the upper hand, jams a pistol in Pirate #3’s 
                                 mouth and fires. Pirate #3 drops to the deck.
                  
                                 A blood-spattered Amelia runs to First Mate, Enemy Pirate 
                                 right behind. First Mate runs him through just as … … the 
                                 whistle of a cannon ball. An explosion. Then silence.
                  
                                 EXT. BEACH – DAY
                  
                                 Blood pools in footsteps in the sand, reflects a small band 
                                 of ten drowned-rat pirates. In the lead is First Mate. He 
                                 walks with Amelia. She weeps, holds a memento.
                  
                                 Behind them walk PIRATE #1 and PIRATE #2. They help Pirate 
                                 #3, his face shot apart, his feet barely able to move, blood 
                                 dripping, pooling in his footsteps.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           It’s the girl’s fault. The Captain 
                                           should never have brought her on the 
                                           ship.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #2
                                           Bad luck, every one of them.
                  
                                 Pirate #3 dies, drops to the sand. His face tortured in agony, 
                                 fists gnarled. Terrifying.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           First Mate!
                  
                                 First Mate turns to see Pirate #3.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           Bury him at sea.
                  
                                 Pirate #1 and Pirate #2 step away, shake their heads no.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           He died with the devil in him.
                  
                                 Other pirates also back away. It’s just too horrible.
                  
                                 First Mate approaches, impatient. He grabs Pirate #3’s hand, 
                                 pulls him toward the water.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           A pirate dies at sea, devil or not.
                  
                                 He struggles. Amelia runs to help. They pull him into the 
                                 water, watch him float away.
                  
                                 First Mate and Amelia exit the water, walk. Up ahead is a 
                                 castle ruins. First Mate points.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           We’ll rest there.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           Where we gonna get another ship? 
                                           Never heard of no pirates living in 
                                           some castle.
                  
                                 INT. CASTLE – DAY
                  
                                 First Mate opens the door. Creak. He looks around with his 
                                 sword at the ready. He pulls Amelia in close behind him, 
                                 enters. The others follow.
                  
                                                       LATER
                                           A small fire. Men eat whole fish, 
                                           rip chunks with their teeth. Pirate 
                                           #1 eyes Amelia with hatred.
                  
                                 Amelia reaches for a second fish. Pirate #1 slams his fist 
                                 down, startles Amelia back.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           That fish be for the men.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           It’s for anyone who is hungry.
                  
                                 Pirate #1 leaps to his feet, unsheathes his sword.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           I’ll run the little whore through! 
                                           She ain’t brought us nothin’ but ill 
                                           fate.
                  
                                 First Mate steps forward, drops him with one solid punch.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           We haven’t men to spare, but I will 
                                           kill you if needed.
                  
                                 He faces the rest.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           Any among you want to challenge me?
                  
                                 Silence.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           Get some sleep.
                  
                                 The pirates settle down to sleep.
                  
                                 First Mate lies down.
                  
                                 Amelia cuddles up wit her back to First Mate. She keeps her 
                                 eyes on the men, a small knife in hand. She drifts off to 
                                 sleep.
                  
                                 From the shadows comes an apparition, ghostly-white head, 
                                 features undefined – floating. It comes forward, a black 
                                 robe, a violin. The monster plays.
                  
                                 Pirate #1 sits up, listens. He wakes Pirate #2.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                           Listen.
                  
                                 Pirate #2 listens. Nothing.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #2
                                           You’re bloody daft on solid ground, 
                                           you know that?
                  
                                                       FADE TO MORNING
                                           First Mate wakes to screams, bolts 
                                           up with his sword at the ready. Pirate 
                                           #2 is against the wall, points to a 
                                           gutted Pirate #1. Other Pirates move 
                                           away.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #1
                                                (gasping)
                                           He’s got no bones.
                  
                                 He points his sword at Amelia.
                  
                                                       PIRATE #2
                                           It’s her. She done it!
                  
                                 He attacks. First Mate defends her. A ferocious sword battle. 
                                 Pirate #2 is wounded, surrenders.
                  
                                                       FIRST MATE
                                           Dress it.
                  
                                 He turns to walk away, Pirate #2 lifts his sword to attack. 
                                 Amelia swings around, grabs First Mate’s sword, holds it 
                                 high, ready to kill, her eyes ablaze. Pirate #2 nearly runs 
                                 into it. He retreats.
                  Last edited by Mark Somers; 10-31-2009, 08:06 PM.

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                    Re: Halloween Writing Contest Entries

                    BLOOD RAINS BLACK (Part 2 of 2)

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                                   DARK ROOM
                    
                                   Monster sits in silence, bones stacked at his feet.
                    
                                   MAIN ROOM - LATER
                    
                                   Everyone sleeps. Violin music plays.
                    
                                   Pirate #2 bolts up. He hears the music. Then he sees the 
                                   monster – floating, terrifying, playing the violin.
                    
                                   A scream.
                    
                                   DAY
                    
                                   Pirate #2 lay dead, skinned. Shock and horror amongst the 
                                   men.
                    
                                   EXT. CASTLE - DAY
                    
                                   Pirates burst from the castle, swords ready, look in every 
                                   direction.
                    
                                   First Mate and Amelia exit last, still have their wits about 
                                   them.
                    
                                   INT. CASTLE - DARK ROOM - DAY
                    
                                   Monster carries a sheet of skin, vanishes into darkness.
                    
                                   EXT. CASTLE – DAY
                    
                                   The men make camp outside. Nervous energy.
                    
                                   Amelia sits with First Mate.
                    
                                                         AMELIA
                                             Thank you for taking care of me.
                    
                                                         FIRST MATE
                                             I made a vow to your father, and a 
                                             vow is bigger than any ship.
                    
                                   They hear the melancholy violin. Pirates shake with fear, 
                                   look at the castle.
                    
                                   Suddenly monster is on the outside, plays the violin. Pirates 
                                   back up. Monster moves forward in bursts.
                    
                                   First Mate moves Amelia behind him for safety, holds his 
                                   sword aloft, ready for battle.
                    
                                   Suddenly Monster is upon one Pirate, uses the violin bow as 
                                   a sword, kills him. Blood spills.
                    
                                   Panic among the pirates. The music is here, then there.
                    
                                   A slash of the bow. Another pirate drops. Blood spills and 
                                   pools, runs black to the water.
                    
                                   First Mate never moves. Stoic. He’ll die to protect his 
                                   charge.
                    
                                   Music picks up tempo. More pirates fall.
                    
                                   Then all is silent. All the pirates lay dead. First Mate 
                                   waits, watches with keen eyes. Amelia peeks out, searches.
                    
                                   Then, Monster approaches the shore, a fistful of bones in 
                                   one hand, several skins in the other. He kneels at the water’s 
                                   edge, floats the bones and skins out to sea.
                    
                                   He steps back, watches. He looks at First Mate and Amelia. 
                                   First Mate remains fearless. He and Amelia then recognize 
                                   him – it’s Pirate #3.
                    
                                   Pirate #3 nods, then walks into the water and vanishes.
                    
                                   First Mate and Amelia watch – watch as the skins and bones 
                                   begin to morph. The bones form a ship, the skins form sails.
                    
                                   In a moment, a ship is complete, ready. Sweet violin music 
                                   is heard. A final bone is thrown toward the shore. A small 
                                   boat appears then appears. First Mate and Amelia get in.
                    
                                                         AMELIA
                                             Are you going to be the Captain now?
                    
                                                         FIRST MATE
                                             Only by name. Your father will always 
                                             be Captain.
                    
                                   They row out to the ship.
                    
                                                                                         FADE OUT

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