What happens when a group of kids get the chance to watch their future. They get the chance to learn some people's true colors. While others find out how their life turns out. So we follow the story of Veronika Prescott life of trauma.
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MAN Final question. Are you ready?
She doesn't answer. A long, maddening a silence. Casey, reaches up and CLICKS off the light, making Steve go away... wishing, hoping...
CASEY ..leave me alone.. please...
"She wants you to leave her alone so leave the poor girl alone," yelled Tonks.
MAN Answer the question and I will.
Casey is curled up on the floor like an infant, rocking slowly back and forth.
MAN What door am I at?
CASEY What?
MAN There are two doors to your house. A front door and a back one. If you answer correctly--you live.
"Now how she is suppose to know that shit," yelled Veronika.
''She's not suppose to so he can kill her," answered Randy.
"Poor girl, she's gonna die," added Dewey.
Everyone looked at Dewey like really.
"What," asked Dewey.
From where Casey sits ahe can see both front and back doors. She deliberates... with her last bit of strength she tries to strategize. Eyeing both, the front door... the back door... trying to decide between the two.
CASEY Don't make me.. I can't... I won't.
MAN Your call.
In the darkness, Casey crawls tot.he kitchen counter--she leans up and grabs a long, sharp knife.
"At least she grabbed a weapon not like those dumb girls in a horror movie," said Veronika.
Casey looks around her... ahe looks down the hall to the front door... then turns back to the kitchen glass door as it suddenly...
SHATTERS TO BITS...
as a lawn chair comes flying through it. Exploding glass sprays everywhere.
This incites Casey like fire. She springs to her feet... bolting out of the kitchen as a SHADOW moves quickly through the shattered doorframe.
"Damn the guys fast," said Ron.
ANGLE ON CASEY
Somewhere in the house, back flat against a window, listening to FEET ON CRACRING GLASS. She turns and unlocks the latch, quietly sliding it up. She can hear him move to the foyer... to the front door.
