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    Dark Water

    [disc:b5a44b2e63]Violence, language[/disc:b5a44b2e63]
    [an:b5a44b2e63]This is a horror script I worked on and then stopped for some reason. I'll probably pick it back up when I'm bored.[/an:b5a44b2e63]
    EXT. CEMETARY - NIGHT

    RYAN, a young man in his twenties, walks through the cemetery.

    RYAN
    C'mon. How long am I supposed to wait out here?

    Ryan stops at a tree and leans against it.

    RYAN
    Every time.

    Rustling is heard. Ryan turns around and a figure, MOE, is seen walking in the shadows.

    RYAN
    Cripes, man. I've been out here for almost an hour. Five more minutes and I was heading out.

    The figure walks closer.

    RYAN
    Cat got your tongue there, Moe?

    The moon peeks from behind the clouds, revealing Moe's face. Scars line the cheeks and mucous runs from his eyes and nose. Ryan takes a step backward.

    RYAN
    Christ man, are you okay? We should get you to a hospital or something.

    Suddenly Moe advances on Ryan, his mouth opening. Several of his teeth look chipped or broken. The movement catches Ryan by surprise and he falls backward over a headstone. Scrambling to get to his feet, Moe continues to stalk forward.

    RYAN
    Easy Moe, you're freaking me out. I don't want to hurt you.

    Moe finally speaks. He sounds like he'd been gargling with gravel.

    MOE
    Hurt me boy? Remember those words as you crawl about this place in search of your eyes.

    RYAN
    What'd you take man? I'm out of here. Call me after you've come down.

    MOE
    Do not walk away from me!

    Moe lunges forward, swiping at Ryan's jacket and tearing away a swatch.

    RYAN
    To hell with this!

    Ryan turns and runs from Moe. In the background we can hear him jeering.

    MOE (O.S.)
    Your sinew will snap! Your bones will shatter!

    At this, Ryan turns his head to look behind him. As he turns back around, he almost runs into a small headstone. Vaulting it, he lands on a tree root on the other side, spraining his ankle. Hearing Moe's approach, he looks around and sees a groundskeeper's shed. He crawls towards it.

    MOE (O.S.)
    I can smell your fear! It will be over soon!

    Ryan leans back on the shed, gasping.

    RYAN
    What the hell?

    He looks around and spots a rusted shovel. He takes hold of it. Moe's footsteps get closer.

    RYAN
    Back off, I don't want to hurt you!

    Moe rounds the corner of the shed.

    MOE
    I told you once, boy-

    Moe is cut off as Ryan swings the shovel in an upward arc. The edge imbeds in his forehead. He slumps to the ground. Ryan lets go and gasps, looking at his hands.

    RYAN
    Jesus, what have I done?

    Ryan steps backward, limping. He leaves. Just as he walks through the exit gates, we can hear Moe.

    MOE
    You will not get far, boy!

    Ryan turns to look at the graveyard in exasperation. He hobbles away.


    INT. RYAN'S APARTMENT

    Ryan sits on a couch, talking into the phone.

    RYAN
    I tell you Sue, the guy was nuts.

    SUE
    Okay, wait, start over. You're saying Moe did what?

    RYAN
    The guy had friggin' goo running from every orifice in his head. He was saying how he was going to eat my spleen or some damn thing. He freaked me out and I think I might of hurt him pretty bad.

    SUE
    Ryan, take a breath. I think you've been sampling your sales a bit. Moe's been with me the entire day. He's crashed on the couch for about the last two hours.

    RYAN
    There's no way! He was there Sue. I didn't just huck a shovel into some stranger's head.

    There's a pause.

    SUE
    You what?

    RYAN
    I was trapped, and Moe, well whoever it was, he just kept coming. He was yelling these things at me. I hit him in the head with a shovel, and it went... in.

    SUE
    Whoa, slow down. What do you mean it went "in"?

    RYAN
    (Yells)
    It went into his fucking head, Sue! What do you think I mean?

    SUE
    Do I want to hear this Ryan? Am I going to be telling this to the cops an hour from now?

    RYAN
    No. He, he was alright.

    SUE
    What do you mean, "he was alright"? If I had a shovel in my head, I'd be pretty much the opposite of "all right".

    RYAN
    He was still jeering at me when I left. "I'll tear your gizzard out" or some bloody thing.

    SUE
    Christ. Maybe you're not the one who's hopped up tonight. We should go check it out.

    RYAN
    I don't know. If he's still there I don't know what we'll do.

    SUE
    Whoever it is, I don't think they stuck around too long. Let's go check it out. I'll come pick you up, alright? Just give me a minute.

    RYAN
    Alright, I'll be here.


    EXT. RYAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

    SUE's car pulls up, Ryan gets in.

    SUE
    You look like hell.

    RYAN
    Feels like that's where I was. Let's just get this over with. Maybe it was just a pipe-dream. Here's hoping anyway.

    The car pulls away.


    EXT. CEMETARY - NIGHT
    Sue and Ryan walk through the cemetery.

    SUE
    So what happened?

    RYAN
    Okay, I was leaning on this tree when that psycho came at me. When I realized he was bad news I ran this way.

    They walk through the headstones.

    RYAN
    This is where I must've looked back, 'cause I nailed that headstone. Ankle still kills. Anyway, I start crawling this way when I hear him coming for me. Look, there's the shed I hid next to.

    SUE
    Damn, you're lucky the shack didn't fall on you before the crazy got a chance to get here.

    Ryan doesn't laugh.

    RYAN
    The shovel was right about-

    The shovel leans against the wall, in the original position.

    SUE
    See? No lunatic, no shovel-based assaults. Feel better? No more bong-hits for you young man.

    Ryan leans down and looks around the area.

    RYAN
    There's no way. It wasn't a dream; it couldn't have been. Look!

    Ryan grabs the shovel and lifts it. Black sludge can be seen on the edge.

    SUE
    Jesus, put that down!

    RYAN
    Look! This is what was coming out of that guy's face!

    SUE
    Uh huh. I think you killed a scarecrow, man. That crap looks like rotting leaves or something. Smells like it too. It's a cemetery, that could be
    anything. Shovels tend to get used in places like this.

    RYAN
    No. Something's not right. I'm telling you Sue, I'm not crazy, okay? I wouldn't just make stuff like this up.

    SUE
    Well, either way, we don't need to worry about it for tonight. Let's go get you to bed. We can talk about black-blooded baddies in the morning.

    Ryan looks at the shovel, unconvinced.

    RYAN
    Alright. Hey, thanks for coming out here.

    SUE
    No problem, you'd do the same. Just don't call me again tonight, okay?

    RYAN
    Deal.

    They walk away. The view moves in the opposite direction and scattered footsteps are seen in the mud. Every few steps, black sludge is spattered on the ground.


    INT. RYAN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

    Ryan sleeps on the sofa, tossing.

    FADE TO:


    INT. PRISON CELL

    Ryan kneels, shackled to a wall in a dank, dark cell. The floor is littered and wails are heard in the background. A voice is heard, but it is too dark to see where it comes from.

    VOICE
    Wake up, Walker, you've rested long enough.

    RYAN
    "Rest" would not be what I called it.

    VOICE
    That is no concern of mine. Do you have what we need?

    RYAN
    I have told you all that I am willing. You will get no more from me.

    VOICE
    You may believe that, but understand that belief and reality are separate entities. We must have the secrets you hold.

    RYAN
    I would die first.

    VOICE
    We know this. That is why we have obtained another means of... negotiation.

    RYAN
    And what do you bring to me, devil?

    VOICE
    Incentive.

    A rusted creak is heard as the door of the cell opens slightly, and a woman and child are ushered in.

    VOICE
    Tell us how you survived, Walker. Tell us how you were able to lay waste to our soldiers and drink of our water without your life's forfeit.

    RYAN
    I have always been a hearty sort.

    VOICE
    Enough of your insolence!

    An unseen force separates the child and his mother. The child screams and the woman stifles a cry. Ryan looks exhausted.

    RYAN
    I do not know what you wish me to say, sorcerer. I drank from the pool, I have killed in defense, but I have not done anything to which another man has not.

    VOICE
    But yet you live! Why?

    RYAN
    I do not know!

    VOICE
    You will.

    The sound of a knife being unsheathed echoes across the cell, but is not seen. Ryan does see it. The child gasps.

    RYAN
    No!

    CUT TO:


    INT. RYAN'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM

    Ryan, from sleep, bolts upright on the couch, sweating and catching his breath. He looks around the room, getting his bearings. He slumps back against the couch.

    RYAN
    I've got to get some air.

    Ryan rises from the couch and leaves the apartment.


    EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT
    Ryan walks along the sidewalk. He passes by stores long since closed. As he closes on a park, a struggle can be heard.

    KRISTIN
    Help! Somebody!

    Ryan stops. He looks around, but doesn't see anybody else.

    RYAN
    What a night.

    He runs towards the park, all the while the screaming getting louder. Upon reaching the center, he sees a man holding KRISTIN, a young woman, against a wall. She is bleeding from her nose and tries to unhand her attacker, who is holding her by her shirt collar.

    MAN
    Hold still!

    RYAN
    Let her go! I've had a really bad night. Get out of here before it gets worse.

    KRISTIN
    Thank god! Get him off me!

    MAN
    Hey hey, it's not what it looks like.

    RYAN
    Yeah, I've heard that before.

    Ryan smashes the mugger across the face, knocking him to the ground. He scrambles up and gives a backward glance as he runs away cursing.

    RYAN
    You okay?

    He reaches out to check the cut on her cheek, she pulls away.

    KRISTIN
    Yeah. Thanks. I'm sorry... I just need to get home.

    Kristin pulls a flask out of her pant pocket and takes a shot.

    RYAN
    I'm out for a walk anyway. You want company?

    KRISTIN
    Not really. I've had all the "company" I want today. Besides, it's pretty far.

    RYAN
    Oh? Just how far?

    KRISTIN
    (Hesitates)
    A half hour car ride.

    RYAN
    What? How did you get here then?

    KRISTIN
    He was my ride.

    RYAN
    Ah. Well, listen. I've got a place about five minutes from here if you want. I'll take the couch and at least you know you can trust me more than
    your last chauffeur. Besides, I've had a pretty rough night too, I won't try anything.

    Kristin looks unhappy with her choices.

    KRISTIN
    I don't really have much of a choice. You'd better watch yourself though. After getting pawed by that bastard I won't take anymore bullshit.

    RYAN
    Fair enough. Here.

    Ryan puts his coat around her. They exit the park.


    INT. RYAN'S APARTMENT

    The apartment is bare except for a small table, a couch and some pizza boxes. Ryan walks in and pulls the chain of a small hanging light.

    RYAN
    Home sweet home.

    Kristin looks around. She's hesitant to say what she's thinking.

    KRISTIN
    It's cozy.

    Ryan laughs.

    RYAN
    I know what you're thinking. I like it this way, I've always been kind of a minimalist.

    KRISTIN
    It's not bad, really.

    Ryan takes the coat back and enters the kitchen.

    RYAN
    You hungry?

    KRISTIN
    A little. My dinner date didn't go the way I'd thought.

    Kristin takes a shot from her flask while Ryan looks in the fridge.

    RYAN
    (To himself)
    I guess.
    (To Kristin)
    I've got some leftover pizza, sandwich stuff, cereal... Anything?

    KRISTIN
    As long as there aren't any mushrooms on the pizza, that sounds good.

    Ryan puts a couple of slices into a microwave.

    RYAN
    I never asked your name.

    KRISTIN
    It's Kristin. What about you?

    RYAN
    Ryan Walker.

    Ryan bows. He walks the pizza to Kristin.

    KRISTIN
    Thank you, good sir.

    Kristin takes a bite out her pizza.

    KRISTIN
    So, what do you do? I mean, besides, you know, beating up muggers.

    RYAN
    Not much. I kind of do odd-jobs. I've never really found my niche. You?

    KRISTIN
    Pretty much the same. I mean, I went to school, but I never really had a, you know, passion for something.

    RYAN
    I bet the folks love that.

    KRISTIN
    Wouldn't know. My dad split when I was pretty young. My mom died not long after. I've been kind of on my own for a long time. It's not to bad though, I get to do my own thing. The only one who disapproves of me is me.

    RYAN
    I can understand that. I never even knew my parents. They died when I was still a baby. I was in foster homes until I was eighteen, and then I left and attained this great wealth and stature.

    Ryan motions around the apartment with a slice.

    KRISTIN
    A man's home is his castle after all.

    RYAN
    Yup. Do you want the bed or the couch?

    KRISTIN
    I'll take the couch. I actually prefer small spaces anyway.

    Ryan gets up and grabs some sheets from a hall closet. As he finishes furnishing the couch Kristin speaks to him.

    KRISTIN
    You couldn't stay out here tonight, could you? I mean, just until I fall asleep. I don't know if I will otherwise.

    RYAN
    Sure. I don't really sleep anyway.

    KRISTIN
    Oh?

    RYAN
    Night terrors. I've had them pretty much my whole life.

    KRISTIN
    I'm sorry.

    RYAN
    No, it's okay really. I get a lot done when I would just be resting anyway.

    KRISTIN
    It must still be hard.

    RYAN
    Not really. We are in the age of caffeine after all.

    Kristin settles into the couch, Ryan sitting at her feet. She closes her eyes as he lays his head back.

    FADE TO:


    INT. PRISON CELL

    Ryan lies on the floor of the cell. The chains at his wrists are no longer attached to the wall. Blood runs from his chest. A heap lies beside him, the dark form of the voice that spoke to him earlier. He gasps for breath. Light footsteps can be heard.

    WOMAN
    You did well. I did not expect you to survive this long.

    RYAN
    (Struggling)
    How? What is happening?

    WOMAN
    You are dying. There is, however, another way. If you wish it, this suffering can end.

    RYAN
    Be away from me, temptress.

    WOMAN
    Temptress nothing. I am your inner demon. The view moves away from the two and Ryan can be heard screaming.

    CUT TO:


    INT. RYAN'S APARTMENT

    Ryan's eyes burst open as his hand grabs his chest. Getting his bearings, he slows his breathing. He is about to rise, but is stopped by the legs that lie across his lap. He looks to Kristin and remembers that she is here. He lets out a breath and sits back in his seat.

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    i didn't like this so much, but that's probably due to the fact that i don't enjoy horror movies as much as some people.

    having said that, it was well-written. and i like the 'it was a dream' classic that you put in there.
    Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
    - E.L. Doctorow

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    Go away and come back when you've watched The Cutest Little Dead Girl and liked it!

    Meh... just kidding

    Thanks!

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    this was inspired by a movie called The Cutest Little Dead Girl? if so, i'll have to watch it.
    Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.
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    Not really, it's just a comedy short I like

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