#horror script

[l393ndjean]

Writing a horror movie with my sister inspired by Stranger Things and It 2017 and also our own home town...

[demonic--heart]

Lestat the Vampire (A Cardiophile Version) by Devil-Satanica

Lestat: (comes in scratching the walls with his long vampiric nails sharpened to a point, lurking in the shadows into the room with all windows and 1 door) I see you there laying while staring at me! I hear your heart pounding like thunder clashing against the mountains in echoes surrounding the valley! You can not escape from me what so every, lass. I am your last salvation from this mortal hell.

Me: (trying to look into those dark shadows of my night caller, while feeling my heart pounding heavily while in tachycardia rhythm in my chest) Who are you!? What do you mean?! I won't wish to die! I have a strong will to live and not die to your kind!

Lestat: (pokes his head out of those dark shadows with a evil wide grin) Than I'll just make you my sexual blood doll instead, I'm sure you have no objection to that as I can read your thoughts with my powers. Without further delay, my name is Lestat a vampire of the night. Armond is my maker from Paris, France. I'm from Paris. I was born on November 7, 1758 at the age of 20 and well vampires never age my dear.

Me: (glaring at Lestat in the shadows) Just come closer to me. I want to see your face and body before I judge that for myself. (Starts taking off my shirt while he is coming closer)

Lestat: (Walks over and bends down with a vampire smile) I am here, this is what I look like, so let's get down to business shall we? Listen to my voice, close your eyes now lass. (He puts his hands over my heart feeling it pulsate rapidly and pounding harder as he has his hand there on my left chest wall against my rib cage)

Me: (Closes my eyes and relaxes for Lestat, listens closely feeling his firm pressure on my chest with his strong hands) Ok, now what?

Lestat: (Listens in to my heartbeat starting to slow down while feeling every single beat with his hand) You just lay there, relax while I drink your blood from your neck. (He leans over and licks my neck slowly while getting ready to bite)

Me: (Moves my head to the side to allow Lestat to drink some of my own blood while my pulse rate is now slowed to sinus rhythm of 68 BPM, regular flow) Ok, I'm ready Lestat.

Lestat: (He takes 1 last lick of my neck than bites very hard into my carotid artery sucking with force of drinking 2 pints of blood. Fondles my chest while still hearing and feeling each beat, but the beats become bradycardic while he's drinking my blood and he stops at that point in time)

Lestat: (Looks over at me while I'm now unconscious laying near death's doorstep stringing on to dear life) Damn it! Think I took a little too much this time, the hunger got the best of me this time. (He puts my body on the floor listens in more and counts the beats per minute this time)

Me: (10 BPM, down to 0 bpm leading to flatlining, laying there lifeless)

Lestat: Fuck me!!! Now I got to save her life! Damn it! (He does the head-tilt-chin lift, gives 2 breaths mouth to mouth and than he feels the edge of my rib cage to find the sternum notch and moves his 2 fingers up and places his palm of his hands in a locked elbow over the marked area of my sternum and starts deep compressions then repeats the cycle over and over 4 times until he hear my heart come back to beating again to a normal sinus rhythm)

Me: (Coming back out from the black-out and not knowing I passed out and flatlined on Lestat, started fluttering my eyes) Whhhaaa, Whhhhaaattt happened? (feeling the soreness from the ribcage being compressed so hard)

Lestat: Lass, your heart stopped while I was drinking your blood. It was my fault. I let the hunger over-run me and didn't hold back too far. (He places his hands over my heart and slightly sheds a tear of sadness)

Me: Well the good news is I'm alive and not dead, or the undead for that matter. I rather be alive than fucking dead! At least you didn't turn me. No need to shed a tear by the way. I'm stronger than what you think lad. If you were alive still, I would've love to feel and hear your heartbeat as you have done with mine as well. So since you taken responsibility of my life by saving it, I'll grant you of my blood by being your sexual blood doll from now on.

Lestat: (Smiles with great graciousness) You know that makes me very happy to here Satanica! We'll meet again soon my doll........Bye for now Lass...

[xtralargealison]

So I’m writing a horror short film script, with lots of twisted sort of turns in it and I’m really really happy with it but I’m definitely a little scared of how messed up I’m making it.... 

[bloodytwine]

I put this together just so I could say “Froggo Ribbit Von Kerro the IIIrd” over and over again.

[asmodeusrexx]

Horror movie starts there

[gudlyf]

Old Blood (Short Screenplay)

Well, I did not do well in the first round of the 2020 NYC Midnight Short Screenplay competition, with “A Taste Worth Savoring.” One point. Better than zero, sure, but still crummy. My only hope is that this one gets 15 points, and even then it’s a long shot.

Prompts: Genre: Horror Location: An amphitheater Object: Cider 48 hours, 5 pages

"A pair of fraternity alumni bemoan what has become of their Alpha Omega, as they attend the initiation of its latest pledge. The active membership see a different problem altogether, one to be remedied once and for all, tonight."

INT. FUNERAL HOME - DAY

Two caskets, flowers, mourning family. A YOUNG BOY (10), wearing a suit, a FRESH SCAR on his chin, and a tear-streaked face sits alone in a chair. Nearby, FATHER CLAYTON (30s) speaks softly to a MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE.

FATHER CLAYTON

With every end comes a new beginning. They are with God now. One can only pray that the sad and unfortunate horrors that put them there will come to an end as a result of this, and leave the innocent among us in peace.

In the young boy's eyes, sadness becomes determination, and rage.

FATHER CLAYTON (O.C.)

(Trailing off)

Justice comes in many forms. I and the young brethren at the college will pray for ...

FADE TO:

EXT. WOODED PATH - FALL - NIGHT

GEORGE and ED (both 50s and overweight) huff along a dark, wooded path on a moonlit night, breath showing in the cold air. Both are squeezed into tattered fraternity letter jackets, Alpha Omega, their faces painted like skulls.

George takes a tentative sip from a bottle of alcoholic cider. Ed's hand enters frame and slaps the bottle from Frank's, sending it airborne.

ED

Jesus, G. Why you drinking that pussy shit?

GEORGE

It's all Christine will let me keep in the house. Better than nothing.

Ed eyes George as he takes a long pull from a pocket flask.

ED

No. No, it is not better than nothing. Here, I'm already fucked up.

Ed shoves the flask into George's chest. George accepts it, takes a sip, winces, coughs.

GEORGE

Where the hell is everyone?

ED

Probably up ahead with the pledge. I think they changed up how this works since we were active.

GEORGE

The school turned all religious and shit, hasn't recognized Greeks for years. So I guess they can do whatever the hell they want.

Ed scoffs.

ED

Not like that stopped us before. I hear it's a goddamn dry campus too. Shit. Poor bastards.

(Beat)

We the only alumni tonight?

GEORGE

Dunno. I guess. Sully fell off the face of the earth, MIA. Same with Pauly, Brian ... And you heard about Clem.

ED

Shit. Clem, yeah. His son Charlie was in the car too.

GEORGE

His own fault. He never learned to drive after a few measly tequila shots. Same thing with Gerry. Idiot left Mook's wedding, out of his mind, mowed down that kid and old couple. Gotta practice before driving that wasted. Now he's got twenty years left out of his thirty to serve.

ED

And Eric, slamming into that teacher. Mrs. Sutton, I think, right? Killed her. Stupid prick.

(Beat)

Hey wasn't Mook at last year's initiation? I couldn't make it until this year.

GEORGE

Same here. He said he was going, though, yeah. Never heard how it went.

George takes another drink from the flask, coughs.

GEORGE (CONT'D)

Guess we're a dying breed, you and me. If the booze itself doesn't kill us.

EXT. SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT

The two men emerge from the woods. In the clearing's center is a small, old, stone amphitheater, set into the ground. A HOODED PERSON is seated in a chair in the center of the amphitheater, a black, cloth sheet covering their head and upper half of their body. No one else is present.

GEORGE

What, just one pledge?

ED

This is pathetic. They gotta get their numbers up or there'll be no one left.

GEORGE

Alright, so what now?

Ed produces a paper note from a pocket.

ED

Invite says wear letters, skull-face, come to the initiation spot. That's it. So where the hell is everyone?

GEORGE

(Calling out)

Alpha Omegas! Come out! Let's get this show on the road!

Only the wind and skittering leaves.

ED

Oh fuck this, let's just get started. You remember how it goes.

GEORGE

Yeah, but I really gotta take a piss. You go on ahead. I'll be right back.

Ed stumbles into the amphitheater, rubbing his hands together, as George heads back into the woods a bit, back turned.

ED

Alright, pledge ...

EXT. WOODED PATH - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER

George finishes, zips up, turns back toward the ...

EXT. CLEARING - NIGHT

George approaches the amphitheater, confused. A hooded person remains in the chair, but Ed can't be seen.

GEORGE

(Calling out)

Yo, Ed! Where'd you go off to?

Twigs SNAP from the treeline. George wheels about to see nothing, as MOANING and WEEPING come from the person in the chair. George grins.

GEORGE

What the hell are you whimpering about? Huh, pleeb? Had enough of Brother Ed?

George enters the amphitheater, takes a long swig from Ed's flask. WEEPING continues.

GEORGE

Damn. One fucking pledge, and he's a blubbering pussy.

The whimpering becomes a GURGLING sound, then falls silent. George looks down to see a large, dark wet spot appearing on the seated person's lap. George laughs.

GEORGE

Holy shit, are you seriously pissing yourself right now?

Steam rises as the wet spot continues to grow, then down the person's pant legs. Confused, George watches as the pants become completely dark with wetness. A drip from a pant cuff onto the amphitheater floor, where the wetness remains dark. George bends for a closer look, sniffs the air, then dabs a finger into the puddle forming on the floor. In the moonlight, we see it is crimson. George stands slowly, pulls the sheet from the seated person's head.

It's Ed, motionless and silent, his throat slit ear-to-ear.

Before George can react, the blade of a large knife bursts through his chest from behind. Blood pours from his mouth as he gurgles and collapses into a heap on the floor. Standing there is a young PLEDGE (18), looking nervous but triumphant.

From the woods, FOOTFALLS, SNAPPING TWIGS. About thirty FRATERNITY BROTHERS enter the clearing. Their leader, ALPHA (20) enters the amphitheater. He has a familiar OLD SCAR on his chin. He picks up the dropped flask from the floor.

ALPHA

Two in one night. Well done. You should be proud.

(Louder)

We should all be proud! But this was the last of them. The last of the old ways. Now their legacy will no longer threaten the lives of current and future generations of our brotherhood, tainting the Alpha Omegas and what we stand for! Their deaths have helped ensure the safety of the pure and innocent. And with them goes the poison that sustained their kind for so long.

Alpha pours out the contents of the flask into the puddles of blood on the floor.

ALPHA

(Softly)

For you Gramma, Grampa. Charlie.

PLEDGE

(Softly)

Mom.

The last drops of alcohol fall, as does the flask. Father Clayton (now 40s) steps from the gathering of young men, up beside the pledge, placing a hand on his shoulder.

FATHER CLAYTON

Welcome to Alpha Omega, Brother Sutton.

Alpha and the surrounding crowd of brothers cheer into the night.

FADE TO BLACK

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