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Page Count
21 pages
Age 21
Location Baldwin, MD
Favorite films/plays

Fruits Basket, Veronica Mars, The West Wing, Heroes, Numb3rs, Doctor Who, Full Metal Alchemist

Script title Paper Flowers
Script type Comic
Script genre Horror
My soundtrack would be Evanescence: Imaginary; Matchbook Romance: Monsters
An Excerpt from Paper Flowers

INT. KAT'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Origami everywhere. Paper cranes dangle from the ceiling; paper flowers, pandas, lions, dogs are strewn across every available surface.

The room has no other decoration. There's a dresser, a bed, and the origami.

KAT, fourteen years old but still only on the cusp of developing, as if some force is holding her back, huddles under the covers.
She stares at the light switch as if sheer force of will would flip it off.

KAT
Mom?

ABBY (O.S.)
What?

KAT
Could you turn off the light?

ABBY (O.S.)
Not this again.

ABBY, Kat's careworn mother, stands in the doorway. Her arms are crossed with irritation.

ABBY
Honey, you're almost fifteen.

Kat burrows deeper into the bed.

KAT
I know.

ABBY
Most people grow out of the "monsters under the bed" phase when they're seven!

KAT
I know.
(beat)
...Please?

Abby throws up her hands.

ABBY
Get up!

KAT
Mom!

ABBY
Out of bed! God damn it, you're turning the god damn light off yourself!

Kat slowly slides out of the bed, trembling with terror.

ABBY
There are no monsters under the bed. There are no monsters in the closet. There are no ghosts in the dark corners. It's all in your head!

Kat stands in front of the light switch, her eyes pleading Abby to have mercy.

ABBY
Grow up.

She and Kat have a contest of wills.

Kat loses. Still trembling, she flicks off the light.

Abby' expression softens.

ABBY
Good night.

She closes the door, cutting off the last source of light.

Kat DIVES for her bed. Before she can cover herself with her blanket, a GHOSTLY HAND reaches through her bed and grabs her ankle.

She yelps, biting back an actual scream.

Her eyes are as round as saucers as JACK, rail thin and grinning sadistically, rises through her bed. Half his torso is on her bed; the other half is God only knows where.

JACK
Scaredy Kat.

Kat covers herself with the comforter, tucking it around her so not a single puff of stray air could get in through even the smallest crack.

Jack chuckles softly and sinks back under the bed.

Under her covers, a tear trickles down Kat's cheek.

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