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DARE

Written by
Gianna Jackson
Draft 10/11/12

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OVER BLACK:
GREG
Do you believe in ghosts?
FREDDY
Of course not.
No way.

ANDREA

FADE IN:
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
ANDREA, 16, FREDDY, 17, and GREG, 17, stand in front of a
house. Freddy glances at Andrea and Greg. Andrea notices.
ANDREA
Are you scared?
Freddy scoffs.
FREDDY
Of course not.
Greg and Andrea look at each other and laugh.
GREG
Look, it’s only four minutes in the
middle of the day.
Freddy nods. Greg takes out his cellphone and starts a timer.
Okay. Go.

GREG (CONT’D)

Freddy walks toward the house.
ANDREA
How is he even suppose to get in?
GREG
I told you, this place is condemned
but it’s never locked up.
Freddy reaches the front door and grabs the door knob. He
glances back and opens the door. Greg looks at Andrea.
GREG (CONT’D)
There’s never been a reason to keep
people out.

2.
INT. HOUSE - DAY
Freddy walks down a hallway towards the kitchen and spots a
door. Freddy opens the door and peers into the darkness. A
dark shadow appears behind him.
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
Andrea looks at the timer on Greg’s phone.
ANDREA
He’s got to go up to the second
floor, right? To the nursery?
GREG
Yeah. Or what use to be the
nursery.
INT. HOUSE - HALLWAY - DAY
Freddy walks up the stairs. The wooden floor boards CREAK
underneath his feet.
ANDREA (V.O.)
Did they really find a woman and
her child dead in the closet?
Freddy walks towards a door at the end of the hallway.
GREG (V.O)
They say that she killed herself
and her kid in that room.
Freddy reaches the doorway. He takes a deep breath and pushes
the door open.
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
Andrea rolls her eyes.
ANDREA
So, what? People think this place
is haunted because a woman killed
her kid and herself in a room?
Greg looks at her.

3.
GREG
When she killed herself, she
already had two other kids who died
of mysterious causes. Each a year
apart, in that same room.
Andrea folds her arms.
ANDREA
I’m not Freddy. You’re not gonna
bait me with all that American
Horror Story crap.
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
Freddy stands in the center of the room. He looks around at
the walls. A small table rests upside down in the corner.
Freddy notices an ajar closet door by a window.
The floor CREAKS behind him. Freddy turns and pulls out a
cellphone. He looks at the clock on the lock screen.
WHISPERS and HUMS echo from inside of the closet. The door
slams shut and SHAKES.
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
A timer on Greg’s cellphone BEEPS.
ANDREA
Huh. I thought for sure he wouldn’t
last the entire four minutes.
GREG
Yeah, I know.
INT. HOUSE - DAY
Freddy runs down the hallway towards the staircase. The
WHISPERS grow louder.
Freddy runs down the stairs and jumps down the last three
steps. He falls to the floor. The WHISPERS turn into a deep,
unidentifiable voice.
VOICE (V.O.)
Quiet or you’ll wake my baby.
Freddy crawls backwards towards the door. The floor boards
CREAK. Freddy’s eyes grow wide.

4.
VOICE (V.O.)
GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
EXT. HOUSE - DAY
Andrea and Greg spot Freddy run towards them.
ANDREA
How was it?
Out of breath, Freddy looks at her and shakes his head.
GREG
You look like you’ve seen a ghost.
FREDDY
Next time, you’re going in there.
Andrea and Greg turn.
ANDREA
It was just a dare.
GREG
Yeah. Couldn’t have been that bad.
Freddy looks back at the house. The front door CREAKS shut.
FADE OUT: