WHISPERS FROM THE DARKNESS

A TREATMENT FOR A TWO MINUTE OPENING

By Lewis Evans Liam Edwards Jess Boagey Emily Rice-Adams

January, 2012 Present. United Kingdom. Chasewater. Evening. A VULNERABLE TEENAGE BOY, 17 years of age, wearing a dark hooded jacket and jeans is meandering the hilly paths of a quiet rural landscape, at the fall of day. Crouched hidden in a bush is an AVERAGE GIRL, wearing dark clothing, heavy eye makeup and has a crazed look upon her face and is secretly marking the MALE CHARACTER. A text alert is heard and THE BOY inspects his left trouser pocket for his phone. He receives a text from an unknown number saying I can see you his expression is anxious and troubled as he proceeds to walk and tries to act anonymous to the events that just occurred. THE BOY begins to look uncomfortable and he hears a series of whispers. I know what you did. I am everywhere you go. You cant escape me. They danced around his head and he became distressed, panicked and started to run towards a dark dank forest. HES breathing increased the further into the forest he went. The sounds of HIS footsteps on the ground beneath HIM were heavy as HE dashed deeper into the forest. HE came to a stop in an opening where a large oak was mounted opposite to where he was standing. HE heard the noise of a branch cracking and some leaves rustling. HE took his phone in his appendage and dialled the unknown number that previously text him. HE glanced up from HIS phone and cried Whos out there?! with a terror stricken tone. A silhouette of a FEMALE appeared underneath the tree, crouching close to the ground as if waiting to jump on HER pray. HE knew it was his final encounter in this world. HE glanced around HIM, taking in every tiny detail. How the leaves moved when the gentle breeze passed over them. How the clouds evaded across the sky bringing misery as they swept swiftly on to a new place, and how the birds glided freely skein in the sky.