Script Draft 1
Throughout the course of the project, scripts were written and inspiration for these were taken from research and case studies as well as from my own personal experiences with grief.
Script:
Part 1
Jess receives a phone call from her brother.
Jess:
Hello?
Mark:
Hey Jess
Jess:
I’ve been waiting to talk to you all day! Things have been weird
Mark:
What sort of weird?
Jess:
I’m just scared. Its so lonely here. I miss you!
Mark:
I know you do
Glass Smashes
Jess gasps
Mark:
Jess? Talk to me!
Jess:
The window was open, my vase fell.. But... I’m sure I closed it!
Mark:
Be careful. Don’t cut yourself. Tell me whats been going on.
Jess:
Lately, strange things have been happening. I cant explain it. Its like... im not quite alone here.
Mark:
Since when?
Jess:
Since you went away. Mark... will you stay on the phone to me tonight? Until I feel safer.
Mark:
Of course.
Music fades to drips.
Part 2
Mark:
I feel like you blame me. I never wanted this to happen.
Jess:
It is your fault! I can’t believe you left me here. It’s not fair!
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.
Mark:
It’s okay, I understand.
Jess:
I don’t know if I do. Part of me wonders what I did to deserve this, but then that feels so selfish.
Mark:
You’re not selfish, and you’re right, nobody deserves this, but it’s just life.
Banging on the door
Jess:
(Whispers) Something’s trying to get in!
Ghostly Voice:
Jeessssss
Mark:
Go and look.
Jess:
I don’t want to!
Mark:
Go on...
Jess:
Okay, but don’t hang up.
Jess cautiously creeps towards the door. She pauses and opens it. Jess:
There’s no one there!
Banging from the left
Jess:
Its in here!
Help me! Help me!
Its in my head! So loud! Get it out, get it out!!!
Incoherent whispering begins to get louder and louder.
Sound swells and becomes a mad dissonant attack.
Slowly everything fades.
Part 3
Demons
Mark:
Jess? Are you okay?
Jess:
I.. I’m not sure. I think so.
Mark:
I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m sorry.
Jess:
It’s okay, you were just trying to help.
Mark:
How do you feel now?
Jess:
I feel... Nothing
Just empty.
I can hear something scratching at the walls. I don’t know if it want’s in or out.
I’m exhausted.
