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Replacement Parts Too Small By A Horror Story Writer (c) Copywright 2015

FADE IN EXT. OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Large old house fenced in, a wire fence, eerie looking under a fleeting moonlight. and, ages twelve to thirteen, stand outside the fence. Watch arrive. You brung it? Matt produces a pair of wire cutters out of a bag. You bet. And a flashlight. We were thinking maybe you d chicken out. My mom wouldn t let me leave until I finished my homework. She can be such a nag sometimes. I told my mom I d be at your house, watching a movie. Me too, I told mine I d be at Syd s house. So, we re all set? What do we do now? You got the clippers, Matt. She s all yours. Matt stands uncertain, holding on to the wire cutters. Where should I start? Sydney grabs the cutters away from him.

2. Here, I ll do it. And gets down to clipping wires, snap, snap, until the flap is large enough they can crawl under. Sydney is first, then Matt. Raymond hesitates. (to Raymond) You comin? (turns to Matt) I think we got us our first chickenshit. (crawling under) I m not. I m coming. Inside the fence they walk in tandem toward the house across long neglected wild shrubbery. Sydney first, then Matt, then Raymond. Something crawls under their feet, scurries away. They all jump. Jesus! What the hell was that? Snake? Poisonous? Yes, poisonous, and it s coming back to bite you. You gonna chicken out? Wanna go home? I don t know. What d you think, Matt? I don t... Why you ask Matt? Matt is coming, aren t you, Matt? Matt doesn t answer.

3. Matt? Sure, I m coming. We all said we d dare, didn t we? I say let s go in, then. They resume their single file toward the house. Raymond keeps close to Matt, eyes darting left and right. They approach the front door. Sydney, in front, tries the knob. Damn! It s locked. Try pushing the door. Sydney pushes the door, pounds on it, kicks it. It doesn t budge. Guess we can t get in, can we? Looks that way. Let s try another door or a window. I m not sure... This is a dare. You forget? You gonna be chickenshit, just go. How about you, Matt? Are you gonna be chicken shit too? Let s try another door. But if it don t work I m out of here. Sydney shakes his head at Matt. Disappointed. I m surrounded by girls. C mon, let s go.

4. They walk by the side of the house staying close to the wall. Sydney tries a side door. Also locked. I guess that s it, then. Sydney doesn t answer, searches down on the ground, looking for something. What re you looking for? Sydney comes up with a rock. This. Stand back. What re you doing? Stand back. He hurls the rock at the glass on the door. It shatters. He reaches through the gap and unlocks the door from inside. Who wants to be first? You, Raymond? I ll go in. I got the flashlight. Raymond follows Matt, staying close to him. Sydney follows. INT. OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Pitch dark but for the cone of light from the flashlight. They step on broken glass. Matt stops. Be careful here, there s glass. Where do we go? Sydney steps forward.

5. Let me have the flashlight. We have to find the bedroom. That s where they found the body. I thought we just had to come in the house, that was the dare. I just made up a new dare. We gotta find the bedroom. What d you say, Matt? Mm. I don t know. How do we even know which one s the bedroom? There s gonna be blood in it. The guy was torn apart, missing a leg and an arm. Also one eye. Why would anyone do that? We find the guy that did it, I ll ask him. (to Matt) So, what d you say? I guess. I mean, I m cool. Then we get out of here, all right? It s a deal then. Sydney leads the way with Matt behind and Raymond clinging to Matt. The flashlight flickers at times and the beam is a pale yellow. They reach the bottom of the stairs. The bedroom s gotta be upstairs. Anyone s game? They all stand looking up into a dark void. I don t know. Can t see a thing. What do you think?

6. I think we re done with this. I think I m done with you. Such a whiner. I think you re scared too. Just don t wanna admit it. I m not. Why don t you go up, then? You don t think I can? Watch. But Sydney hesitates, looking up. Then takes a step, the stairs creak. Another step, and another, slow, creaking all the way up. He reaches the top. Looks down. Aims the flashlight at the other two. Look out! There s a dead guy behind you! The two boys turn around startled. Nothing. Look back up at Sydney. Sydney chuckles. Very funny, Syd. You re a real riot. So, you re coming up or what? The two boys look up. Say nothing. A sudden flutter. Black shapes dart back and forth. The boys scream, run upstairs flapping their arms over their heads.

7. INT. UPSTAIRS - NIGHT Sydney laughs. It s vampires. They re gonna suck your blood. Not funny. I think we should get outta here. Me too. My mom s gonna start worrying where I am. (mocking) My mom s gonna start worrying. Don t be such a pussy. It s just bats. C mon, let s look in the bedroom, then we go. Sydney walks to the first door down the hallway. Matt behind him. Raymond clinging to Matt. The flashlight goes out. Pitch dark. Hey! Don t do that. Turn it back on! It went off. What s wrong with this thing? Let me have it. You gotta jiggle it. Here. The light comes back on. The three boys huddle together. Matt holds on to the flashlight, aimed at the room. A faint glow. The outline of a large figure stands before them. They scream. Scamper. Run downstairs, tripping, falling, down to the first floor, and run in different directions.

8. A break in the clouds allows for a faint moonlight to filter through the windows. We have succeeding views of the: INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Matt hides behind a chair, holding his breath. The flashlight is off. INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHT Sydney crouches behind a stack of boxes. Shaking violently. Sobs. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Raymond under a table, huddled up into a ball. A rat crawls up to him, sniffs him. The sound of steps breaks the silence. A loud step followed by a squish. Boom squish boom squish, getting closer. And closer. Raymond has his eyes closed. Shut tight. Suddenly, the table flies off from over him. Goes crash somewhere. INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHT Sydney startles at the sound of a table crashing. Then a blood curdling scream. A moment passes and the sound of steps resumes. Boom squish boom squish. Coming closer. Closer. Sydney s sobs turn into weeping. The steps come to a stop. Something or someone violently parts the boxes out of the way, revealing a weeping, startled Sydney. INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Matt startles at the sound of a blood curdling scream. He fiddles with the flashlight.

9. After a moment, the steps resume. Boom squish boom squish. Coming closer. And stop before Matt s hideout. Matt manages to get the flashlight to work and aims it at the figure before him. A FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER, huge, made of dissimilar parts, stands looking at Matt, hanging on to an arm and a leg, both torn at the joint, exposed ligaments and jagged flesh, dripping blood. The monster stands lopsided, one leg bent, twisted, bone and decomposing flesh visible through tears on his pants, missing an arm, missing an eye. He stares at Matt with an angry look. His voice is deep and guttural. FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER Dammit. Another damn kid. No good. No good. EXT. OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Outside the house, a blood curdling scream fills the night. The moon breaks through the clouds. INT. OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Under moonlight, the Frankenstein monster climbs the stairs. A lopsided gait. One leg much smaller than the other. Also one arm too small. His step has changed to boom tap boom tap. Mumbles to himself. Guttural FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER Damn parts keep going bad and replacement no good. Damn kids. Too small. Too damn small. Damn kids. A view of his face. One eye keeps coming loose, falling out of the socket. He keeps shoving it back in. EXT. OLD HOUSE - NIGHT Outside, a loud, angry scream tears through the night. Then silence. The moon hides behind the clouds. FADE OUT