Scripts for A Nightmare Anthology Series

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He stares at the water before him. He used to visit here all the time as a kid. He would look forward to his parents bringing him here on the weekends or for special occasions. As time went on, he started to realize that it was more of an escape than a treat to go to the park.

He reflected on his more significant memories here. His first kiss. Playing with the frogs in the water. Being chased by angry ducks. His parents divorce.

He thought that after his mom and him had left town, that he would never see this place again. But here he is, staring at the water rippling in tiny waves. He feels drawn here, and can’t quite place his finger on why.

His subconscious senses the sinister danger that lurks further into the park, but the boy ignores it, and starts walking the trail to his doom.

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Her small hand lay still on the floor, limp from the lack of life that no longer flows through her veins. Her teddy bear is only inches from her fingertips.

In her last moments, she reached for her bear in search of comfort. Comfort from this monster that had taken over the body of her father. Her once kind, thoughtful father. The man she loved. The man who taught her the alphabet, who read her a story before bed every night. The same man who once made her feel safe, now was the reason she could no longer play outside. She no longer could host her tea parties with her teddy bear and his friends. Her childhood was ripped from her.

She was gone. Her brother was gone. Her mother, gone.

She had noticed something was off. The whole family had started acting strange, but her father had been hit the worst. She still saw the good in him though, up until her last stretch for her teddy bear. Even while he was stripping her livelihood away, she knew he was still in there.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” she had said to him. She had seen him in the hallway, covered in blood, wielding a weapon. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but she had heard the screams from her family moments before. Even behind the anger, behind the black pupils of his eyes, she knew her father was still in there.

One moment, she was alive, the next, she wasn’t.

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She stares into the window. The illumination inside is just enough to shed light onto the front porch. She stands there, pondering.

What life does this other woman have? Is she a perfectionist, or a procrastinator? Does she prefer dogs or cats? The gate on the porch suggests dogs. If so, what breed does she have? How many?

The tapestries inside suggest a care-free environment. She seems to be spiritual and has a positive energy about her.

While she is quite watchful, the observer becomes the observed, but remains unaware. She doesn’t acknowledge the presence keeping an eye on her.

She may consider herself on the neighborhood watch, but who is watching her?

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It’s a slow moving shot from one side of the hallway to the other.

Everything is still. The boxes scattered around the attic. The critters and insects that live amongst the dust. The only difference being the light shining in through the windows… but there’s something else.

It’s not just the light. Something else is here. You can’t see it until it’s too late. You’ve moved through the hallway and would have missed it if you weren’t looking. It’s her.

She moves so subtly. Not enough to draw attention to herself, but just enough for you to notice. And now she knows you saw her. You’ve already sealed your fate.

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It’s a slow zoom in as we see a woman in front of candles and an altar. She had some blood speckled on her face, and she was lit only by the candles in front of her.

She speaks in foreign tongue as she tries to recount a spell she has been mastering.

With her friends being cautious, she is taking this opportunity to hone her skills and take what she deserves. She is done spending her life as a freak and an outcast. She is ready to be more. To be powerful. To be feared by those who used to look down on her.

Her friends are wimps. They aren’t thinking big enough. She can show them what they’re missing. She will show them what real power is. For she is power.

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Looking through a side view mirror, we see a young black man gripping the steering wheel of his car. He looks frantic and terrified.

Blue and red lights can be seen present behind the car.

The man thinks back on his future, and debates his next few steps. No matter any of his choices, he doesn’t see a way out of it. He is paralyzed with fear.

He should have his whole life ahead of him. He should be able to live a long life. He’s never done any wrong, never harmed anyone else. Yet, here he is, on this off-road that he just wanted to take for a scenic route home to clear his head. He wished he had just stuck to his routine, but that’s not something he can think about anymore- he’s stuck.

Stuck in time, at this moment. Knowing his innocence can’t save him. Talking his way out of this, can’t save him. Being polite, honest, and slow with his motions, won’t save him.

The cop is creeping closer and closer to his window. The man’s grip on the steering wheel gets tighter.

He’s instantly reminded of witnessing this scenario when he was a child. His father in the driver's seat, his mother in the passenger seat. He was young then too. He had a good outlook on the world. He had believed that everyone was good-hearted.

But after seeing the cop throw his father onto the ground. After hearing his mothers plea between her struggle to get free from the other officer’s grip. After his father took his last breath. He knew better.

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She’s lost. Not in the literal sense. She knows geographically exactly where she is. But in terms of her mental state? She’s lost.

She can’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but something is different. She can feel it, on the inside, in her head. She’s not normal anymore. There’s another presence. A dark presence. She’s scared of what it is and what it will do to-

You.

You thought you were so sneaky. Hiding in the shadows from me, faking your concern. She may have been fooled, but I won’t be. I can see who you really are. A fool? Perhaps.. In my way? Definitely.

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As they walk down the familiar street back to the house, they all try to remain calm. They’ve heard the stories, but that’s all they are, right? Ghost stories to tell the neighborhood kids to keep them from staying up late and misbehaving. There’s no possible way that any of those campfire stories are true.

They must have hallucinated. They’ve been drinking energy drinks all night trying to finish their project. There’s no way what they saw was real. It’s impossible. Even if it was… no one would believe them.

It’s clearly just a chemical reaction to the lack of sleep and caffeine in their systems. There’s no way they actually saw that thing. And if they did, there’s no way they can risk looking back to check.

Little do they know that not looking doesn’t help. I see them, and they’ve seen me.

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