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INT. Jeanne Walker's Home - NIGHT.

JEANNE WALKER follows the ringing noise down the dark hallways of her home. She spots her phone on the coffee table in the living room. She answers and hears the heavy breathing on the other end.

JEANNE:
Hello!

The person or thing on the other end says nothing which angers the old woman who has awakened in the middle of the night to answer her ringing phone.

JEANNE:
Damn! Kids.

She too assumed it was prank calls as she soon hears noises coming from her kitchen. Hesitant, she grabs what she could. With a broom in hand, she tiptoes towards her kitchen and flicks on the light. The noise is coming from behind a white door leading to the pantry. She snatches the door open and jumps back in fear as her tabby cat SNUGGLES leaps from the shelf sending piles of catnip falling from the bag he ransacked.

JEANNE:
Oh! Snuggles you scared me. I thought you were an intruder.

The cat runs from the pantry and leaves the kitchen as Jeanne gets a dustpan and broom to sweep up the mess that Snuggles had made. The kitchen light blinks off as she's sweeping which causes her to jump up faster than her old bones could manage. She stares around the dark kitchen and when she tries to go turn back on the light the door slams shut locking her in.

JEANNE:
(Screams)
Help me!

The ringing noise returns much louder than before. That ringing noise like nails on a chalkboard. A haunting scream. It goes through one's ears and takes over the entire body. A possession. The old woman starts gasping and clenching at her heart all she hears is that ringing noise. Its dark in the pantry she's having a stroke and bumps against the shelves knocking several canned goods down along with herself as she hits the tile floor with a can of soup knocking the last breath from her body.

FADE OUT:
INT. THE WALKERS HOME - MORNING.

TRINITY:
What's wrong with him.

SHANICE:
Your grandma passed last night.

TRINITY:
Oh!

Trinity walks into the kitchen walking by her father who looked sick to his stomach at the news he received over the phone about his mother. Shanice follows Trinity to the kitchen as Trinity is preparing herself breakfast.

SHANICE:
Is that all you have to say? Your grandmother is dead and all you can say about it is 'Oh'...

TRINITY:
Uh... when's the funeral?

SHANICE:
You are something else.

TRINITY:
She was damn near 100 anyway I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner.

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