𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙇𝙔

𝑃𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝐸𝑁

yall loving this aint ya?;)

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Billy barely turns as a long steely blade rises high in the air.
It strikes down with force...hitting his chest as blood sprays the
air.

ON KAT as red crimson splatters across her face...as the knife
is thrust in and out of Billy who tries hard to put up a
fight..but it's useless...he never had a chance. His body falls
to the floor..lifeless.

as she watches Billy's body come to a still before quietly, calmly
turning his attention to...

KAT who stands, numb...scared to death. And only when the
GHOST takes a step forward does kat break. She takes off like
a rocket...leaping over the bed and out the door.

Kat tears out the door and down the hall, coated in Billy's
blood.

as he catches up with her, grabbing hold of her collar. She pulls
away from him...her shirt ripping down the back.

Her hands find a door knob and she goes for it, pulling the door
open...moving quickly inside...locking it behind her.

Total darkness. Kats hands scour the wall for a light switch.
The doorknob turns...the lock holds..as the door is nearly SHAKEN
from it's hinges...and then...

NOTHING. All goes silent. Only kats rapid BREATHING fills
the space around her.

Kat , trembling, shaking, reaches above her, feeling, until she
finds a string. She pulls it...as a lightbulb SWITCHES on
overhead.

She's in a small box of a room. The door is on one side, a small,
narrow staircase on the other. She eyes the doorknob, then the
staircase...contemplating...but it's an easy decision. There's no
fucking way she's going up to the attic.

She unlocks the door and pushes on it. But it won't give...she
pushes on it again. It's locked from the other side. Shit. She
turns to the staircase.

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A long, deserted country road. In the distance, a single
flashlight beams ahead, the only light in the black night. Gale
and Dewey can be heard.

GALE
" So is Dewey your real name?"

DEWEY
" Dwight. Dewey was something I got stuck
with a long time ago."

GALE
" I like it. It's... sexy."

DEWEY
" Nah... it's just this town's way of not
taking me serious."

GALE
"What about Gale Weathers? I sound like a
meteorologist..."

CLOSE ON Gale and Dewey, walking closely, side by side-
flirtatiously. Gale is surprisingly nervous.

GALE
" People treat me like the Antichrist of
television journalism."

DEWEY
" I don't think you're so bad."

Gale smiles.

GALE
" Are all the local boys as sweet as you?"

Dewey blushes. He starts to say something when headlights appear
behind them. They both spin as TWO CARS loaded with KIDS come
racing right at them.

Dewey grabs Gale and pushes her off the road... just as the cars
speed by, oblivious to them.

IN THE DITCH