mismatching the clothes she forgot to arrange the night before.
RACHEL
Get Up Get Up Get Up!
The LUMP under the cover doesnt move.
RACHEL
Ben youre late. Im serious. Im
wearing a very serious face. Dont
make me start counting ONE...
No movement. Rachel tugs the sleeve of a shirt hanging on a chair,
and out comes a magicians bouquet of FLOWERS.
RACHEL
TWO.
She pulls a dirty handkerchief out of the
This is Ash, mid twenties, square jaw firmly set and a pair of haunted eyes which dart about quickly in fear. Ash speaks to the CAMERA with urgency:
ASH
Why would you say that I am insane? I wouldnt say that Ive lost my mind simply because Ive heard the voices and seen the godless things moving in the woods. If anything, I think more clearly now than ever before. I know now that there is such a t
only the tones, the rise, fall, sharpness of voices.
Brian looks away from the door. Prepares for his assault on the stairs. He reaches his foot down - and the step CREAKS loudly. Brian freezes. He moves his foot to the left, puts his weight on it. Silence. He goes right for two more, skips the next stair altogether, making his way to the bottom of the minefield of possible creaks and groans.
the stairs.
SARAH (in an affected voice): I cant talk to you now. Im in
rehearsal.
She continues grandly on and heads for her room.
MOTHER: You were supposed to be home an hour ago to baby-sit for
Freddie! Dont we at least deserve an explanation?
SARAH stops and leans over the railing. She speaks with a
melodramatic solemnity.
SARAH: As Meanders Queen, Ive been ... meandering. Dither me no
voice which
labors to be heard)
May I trouble you with a confession?
Even in the flickering half-light of the candles, the
Priest can see that Christoph is dying.
PRIEST
Never a trouble.
The large statue of Jesus over the alter staring down as
the Priest leads Christoph into --
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INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH
Christophs voice is weak, knowing each word could be the
last.
CHRISTOPH
Forgive me Father,