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Black Void: A Short Story

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we start with a screen of pure black. Slowly, ghostly voices begin to cascade in on either the left or right. Marcus (V.o) (distorted) Is it that time again...? I hear them coming... Smash Cut to: Int. Marcus' house Marcus' house seems otherwise neat and tidy. Light pours in through the windows and paints everything in a "dreamlike" way. It is mid-day. Dolly in MARCUS can be seen sitting at a TABLE, face covered by a NEWSPAPER as we push in. About half way to his position, MARCUS lowers the paper to the table and takes a sip of coffee; revealing his face. We see a newspaper article mentioning the disappearance of a young woman named LAURA BOSCHE as well as many others who have mysteriously gone missing. MARCUS looks up. We hold on …show more content…

Left with no options and in an act of desperation, MARCUS lashes out towards the spirit in an attempt to escape. He wraps his fingers around its throat and falls out of frame. Ext. Cellar (Black Void) The "cellar" appears vast and endless. Marcus is centered in the middle and there appears to be a small, latched hole in the "Ceiling" that leads to the rest of the house. The only light that's being cast is the one coming from this opening and It's situated directly above our subjects. There also appears to be several other bodies lying in rows on either side of marcus and laura. MARCUS is choking LAURA presumably for his own self defense but, as we pan over his shoulder, we can see LAURA struggling for her life and her vacant eyes gone. She no longer looks like a ghost. As MARCUS easily overpowers LAURA, he takes out his CELLPHONE and starts filming the scene. After a bit, LAURA's movements slow and she dies. MARCUS stops filming. Pleased with himself, He puts his phone away and lies next to Laura face up; a gentle smile on his face. Eyes glazed over. MARCUS then notices a few shadowy figures looking down on him through the "cellar door." He immediately snaps out of his trance and realizes that he's

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