The Door

(A single door at the top of a flight of stairs.The stairs creak faintly,the door at the top is small, with a faint glow from underneath)

(Mariah, A twenty-two year old girl who is wearing a black cropped sweater and ripped jeans. Her black hair in a messy bun and wearing black jordans.)

Mariah

(Concerned)

Hello? Is there anyone up there

(continues up the stairs)

Mariah

(Verge of tears)

Please! Anyone! Can you hear me?!?!?

Mariah

(Hands shaking, Reaches the top of stairs)

(Quietly)

Should I knock?

Do I just go in?

No,I need to leave right away and tell someone.

(Hears screams)

Mariah

(whisper yelling)

JESUS CHRIST!

(Screaming stops)

Mariah

(still whispering)

What the hell was that?

(Opens door slowly)

Mariah

(In shock)

WHAT THE F...

(She saw something she feared)

Mariah

(Tearful)

All my fears in one room. I must be dreaming, This can't be real. I need to get away before I see something I shouldn't

(Young Mariah, 5 years old. Wearing light up sketchers and black leggings with Dora t-shirt, Her light brown hair is up in a pigtails)

Young Mariah

(crying)

Don't run away from us. Come join us you'll be free, no more pain. no more suffering.

Mariah

(hesitantly walks over)

I'm not sure how to feel about all of this, But I am not in pain... I-I-I am not suffering

Young Mariah

You can't lie to me. I am you. I know that you are suffering. I know that you have cancer and you aren't getting any better

Mariah

(Frightened)

I have no idea what the hell you are talking about?!?!

Young Mariah

(vengeful)

I know that you need help. You can get all the help you need right here

Mariah

(confused)

How? This is just a dream all of it, this is not what I think it is I will wake up in no time at all

Young Mariah

Wow You Are Ridiculous, Of course this is not a dream, Do you want me to pinch you cause I will

Mariah

(Disturbed)

I-I-I need to leave this place right now

Young Mariah

(Giggles creepily)

Tsk. Tsk. That simply won't do, see you have seen too much of my world and we can't have you telling people what you saw. Now can we.

Mariah

(frightened)

Why would I want to join you all? This is all my fears in one room. All of these things scare me

Young mariah

Well you can't be afraid of me, Because I am you and that simply means that you are afraid of yourself

Mariah

I am not afraid of you. I am afraid of my childhood and how terrible it was, Coming home everyday afraid of what my parents might do. Just remembering how angry my father would get then he would leave for the bar at the same time everyday.

(shudders)

(Danny, Mariah's abusive father, Wearing a polo and khakis with black sketchers his shorter black hair is just there)

Danny

Oh c'mon I wasn't that terrible was I?

(Snaps his belt in his hand)

Your mother seems to be enjoying what's in the door, We all can be together again and be a big happy family.

Mariah

What? That's impossible mom died 3 years ago, how is she here right now?

Young Mariah

I guess this is your very our version of hell.

(Susanna, Mariah's mother, Wearing a tan sweater and mom jeans with tan flats,her blonde hair is cut short into a bob)

Susanna

Honey, You need to run. You won't like it here. I know your preference and this is not it

(Not to long after you see mariah Sprinting down the stairs)

(Her deceased family following her)

Young Mariah, Danny,And Susanna

(unison)

You Can't Run AWAY, COME BACK HERE!

Mariah

(winded)

There... is..... No.... Way.... (gasping) this is real

(Mariah starts to pinch her arm to see if all of this was real)

(Harder and harder she pinches)

Mariah

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!

Mariah

(Sobs)

Please... please... please... (softly) Let me go

Mariah

(sobs continue)

Young Mariah, Danny, and Susanna

(unison)

Just join us, everything will be better when we are back together.

Mariah

(winded)

*hiding in a closet*

(quietly)

Look at me, hiding from myself. From my dead family. I'm so pathetic.

(sighs)

Young Mariah

(slowly creeping up)

(Yelling)

PEEK A BOO!!!!