Title: The Shack
By: Jesse Stilwell AKA HeatMagnet AKA herf
Date: October 20th, 2004.
Length: Barely 7 pages in Final Draft 6 at 125% zoom.
By: Jesse Stilwell AKA HeatMagnet AKA herf
Date: October 20th, 2004.
Length: Barely 7 pages in Final Draft 6 at 125% zoom.
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FADE IN: INT. OLD SHACK - NIGHT The interior is old, dusty, and moonlit through a hole that over the years, has rotted into the roof. The wind blows calmly in, but hard enough to rattle some of the tools hanging from the ceiling. A soft, droning, and almost eerie WAILING bounces from wall to wall. A CHILD'S SCREAM echoes from what at any glance, is nothingness. EXT. OUTSIDE OF THE OLD SHACK - NIGHT BOBBY SUE and DILLON walk from the woods, hand-in-hand. Bobby Sue is a striking young beauty who's face was made for TV. Her hoop skirt flows back and forth with her stride. Dillon is dressed as a 50's greaser, his potent arrogance suits the look well. With the shack in view, the couple stops in their tracks. Bobby Sue looks at Dillon as if though she's about to ask him an important question. BOBBY SUE Where's the Halloween party? All I see is a stupid shack. Dillon grins at her mischievously. DILLON The party.. (beat) Is just me, you, and that shack, baby. Bobby Sue dons a look of putrid disgust. BOBBY SUE Dillon! We're not even going steady yet. Dillon tries to do his best Fonzie voice. DILLON Heeeeyyy! BOBBY SUE And stop doing that stupid voice. I can't believe you made me put on a costume just to make out. Dillon laughs at her and continues to do the voice three or four more times. DILLON Look, you would have never come up here with me if I didn't tell you there was a party. I just wanted some alone time with you, for once. Bobby Sue looks anywhere but at Dillon. BOBBY SUE Look Dillon, I like you and all, and I don't mind making out with you and stuff, but that shack is creepy. You know what the rumor is about it? DILLON Yeah, sure, some old farmer guy killed his old lady in it. (beat) So what? Bobby Sue is mortified. BOBBY SUE His old lady? So what? You can be a real jerk sometimes. I'm not going near that thing. DILLON It was just a rag house, anyway. He probably didn't even kill her in it. Bobby Sue looks at him inquisitively. BOBBY SUE What's.. (beat) A rag house? Dillon snickers and grins. DILLON That's where old this-is-how-i-grew up type men back in the day sent their wives when they were on the rag. Hey, if we get married, I can build one for you! She shoots him the most demonic look ever conceived from the eyes of a human. BOBBY SUE You.. (beat) You watch it. I'm not even sure if I want to touch you right now, let alone marry you. DILLON I was just kidding, baby. (beat) We'll designate you a closet in our house somewhere. Bobby Sue smacks his arm so hard, the ECHOES can be heard for a mile. He laughs out loud and rubs his arm. DILLON Come on, baby. Just for a little while. I promise nothing bad will happen. Scout's honor. BOBBY SUE You're too much of a dick to have ever been a scout. She stamps her feet playfully as if the decision is a hard one. BOBBY SUE Fine! I swear to God if this is a trick, the next one will be a punch and it won't be your arm. Dillon hastily pecks her cheek and heads towards the shack with her in tow. INT. OLD SHACK - NIGHT The door creaks open, revealing Bobby Sue and Dillon cautiously inspecting the inside. Once they both agree with a synchronous nod of their heads, he grabs her by the waist and pulls her into him. They start to make out and inch backwards towards an OLD TABLE positioned directly in the center of the room. They stop making out. Dillon looks longingly into Bobby Sue's eyes. DILLON I love you, Bobby Sue. She giggles gleefully and kisses him softly on the lips, pulls back. BOBBY SUE You're a sweety. I love you too. Dillon inches up her hips, revealing skin as her blouse lifts. BOBBY SUE Wait! Dillon sighs frustratingly. DILLON What-Why? Bobby Sue takes her shoes off. Dillon looks confused. BOBBY SUE Didn't want to dig my heels into you. Dillon smirks and continues. An old and raspy woman's voice SCREAMS OUT. GHOST GET OFF OF MY DAUGHTER, YOU OLD PIG. Screaming children's voices fill the shack, so loud that the terror doesn't overtake the couple before they seize the opportunity to cover their ears. Bobby Sue freezes, completely in shock, with her ears still covered. Dillon is shaken up, but maintains enough composure to grab Bobby Sue, run to the door, and try kick it down. GHOST OH NO YOU DON'T! (beat) YOU LET HER GO! Dillon kicks with all his might until the door finally shatters. GHOST LET HER GO! EXT. OUTSIDE OF THE OLD SHACK - NIGHT Dillon runs out of the shack, heads for the woods in which they originally came from. Bobby Sue, on pure instinct, is running behind him. The source of the voice, in the form of an invisible entity, grabs Dillon by the neck and hurls him back into the shack with a major league pitcher's precision, backwards. INT. OLD SHACK - NIGHT Dillon, now situated up against the back wall of the shack, painfully fights to get his feet back under him. He manages to briefly get back up but then falls back down. He screams in pain. DILLON AHHHH! (beat) MY lEG! Bobby Sue's figure appears in the door, but she is not on her feet either. She's being carried like a baby back into the shack. Dillon, horrified, tries to drag himself to his hovering girlfriend. DILLON Bobby Sue.. The ghost stomps on his hand. GHOST YOU DON'T KNOW YOUR OWN DAUGHTERS NAME, BUT SHE'S GOOD ENOUGH TO BED!? Bobby Sue is a crying wreck, completely unaware of what exactly is going on. Dillon grabs his mashed hand with his other and wails. The children that were screaming before are now LAUGHING at the same volume. CHILDREN He doesn't deserve to live, momma! (beat) Hang him! (beat) Hang him! Dillon begins to gasp for air as he is lifted from his neck, by nothing. He is thrown around the room some more before finally, the ghost lets him back down to tie a noose out of some rope is hanging from the wall. BOBBY SUE WHY? NO! (beat) DON'T! Bobby Sue begs for the life of Dillon as he lay motionless, strewn out on the floor. The noose is formed, what appears to be instantaneously in mid-air. Bobby Sue stops pleading, inches down a wall, and is seated on the cold wooden floor. She holds her face in her hands, rocks back and forth, and sobs. GHOST YOU'LL NEVER YELL AT ME AGAIN, YOU BASTARD! The same unseen force that threw Dillon back into the shack is now clinched around his neck. It pulls and his jugular is ripped open, spewing blood all over the shack, including on Bobby Sue. Dillon briefly gasps but his ability to do so is halted by blood shortly after. Oblivious, Bobby Sue continues to rock back and forth. Dillon's pupils dilate, glared upon by the moon's glow, as he's hoisted to and through the roof. The ghost entangles his head into the noose's loop and throws him down with exactly the same force it threw him into the shack with. He is instantly decapitated. His body falls motionlessly back to the ground, into the wall, while his head rolls over in front of Bobby Sue to a position that makes it appear as though he's staring at her. The children's egging on dies down and Bobby Sue is left in silence, rocking back and forth. Her hair begins to move as though being stroked by a phantom. The ghost, no longer screaming, speaks to her with the soothing, yet eerily raspy, voice of a caring mother. GHOST It's ok, Jeanie. He won't be able to hurt us ever again. (beat) I promise. Bobby Sue looks up, still sobbing, and her eyes tell the story of the night's events in terrorized correlation. FADE TO BLACK
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