A Collection Of Dark Stories

Just One Final Scene...

DIRECTOR'S ORDERS: you are to arrive at a certain location via carpool that would be sent to your location. be sure to dress in your costume. the one with plunging V-neck. we are to shoot a final scene for your character. the scene would be a surprise that you will never expect as it will blow your mind off. we have already positioned camera and crewmen at the location. all we await is your arrival.

"so i've gotten a request from the director to shoot one final scene. i'm so excited but at the same time i've got this bad feeling in my throat. i really want to see the finale of this movie because apparently we've been shooting scenes after scenes that never adds up to the whole plot of the story. it's going around in circles and maybe they're trying to shoot the final scene first and fix the story from there, or the director actually have managed to navigate around the story and actually figured it out. 

i know that we've shot a lot of scenes of me wearing this exact clothing. i started to notice that while we were filming, the director was looking at me with an interesting look of something sinister. probably for the plot. i've heard the rumors about how much of a psychopath this director can be when it comes to writing the story. killing off the main protagonist in which case i might be killed off by some weird scene, but to "die" in this clothes during the filming seems odd. if i were to "die" while "bleeding"... well so much for this dress. to ruin it with some red liquid as my "blood". i'm seriously curious about the method of my "death" if it comes to that.

"the more i think about it, the more i am dreading with the anticipation. i have arrived at the location already, but i don't see anybody. i await in my car while writing this journal. something about this feels wrong. where are the crewmen? i don't see them anywhere. unless this is a real time reactions based filming where my genuine emotions are to be filmed. somehow i am starting to dread this. if they're trying to capture a scene where i am showing genuine fear. they're doing a great job already. i suddenly got a call from the director."

D: are you prepared for the final scene?
her: well yes. i just want to get this over with.
D: then i hope this will be worth the shot. don't worry as we are already filming in multiple angles and shots focused on you and at least a part of you. just be ready. and lady...
her: yes? what is it?
D: it's been a pleasure working with you, but i'm afraid this is the part where we have to use real life to add a true finale to the final scene. yes this is the part that your character dies. where you die in the most spectacular fashion. 
her: wait... what do you mean? aren't there like crewmen who'll do my makeup on the blood or something? unless... oh no!
D: this is the real thing girl. i'm very sorry... but it had to be done. a sacrifice had to be made. Now cut! her throat...

the next thing she knew was that her head was pulled by some invisible force thus exposing her throat, while the hidden cameras captured the moment. a slow and painful cut had occurred with her throat forming a red line followed by blood slowing oozing out of her neck followed by a vertical cut forming on her chest. she screamed in agony while the director relished every moment of her bleeding throat and cleavage. the next thing she knew was that she was free.

in reality as she was getting out of her carpool, someone had stealthily sliced her throat as she lay there bleeding. the last photo of her before the blood started pouring was captured by the cameras. her phone had hundreds of miscalls from her director wanting to know her whereabouts and why she was being late. it had been revealed that one of the drivers in charge of bringing her was serving a cult and had led the lead actress to a bloody demise. 

sometime from now the director receives a video file from an unknown source showing the lead actress exiting the car as the camera zooms in showing her throat started bleeding and she slowly fell unconscious.