BOY SITTING AT LAPTOP LATE AT NIGHT THINKING                     
                                                                           
                              TEENAGE BOY WEARING NORMAL CLOTHES AND       
          GLASSES                                                          
                                                                           
          SITTING AT LAPTOP THINKING HARD ABOUT IDEAS GETTING              
          FRUSTRATED                                                       
                                                                           
          Pacing back and forth in kitchen                                 
                                                                           
          Sits back down at laptop only to get up                          
                                                                           
          Pacing around living room                                        
                                                                           
          Lying in awkward position on chair                               
                                                                           
          Looks at clock sees the time is 3:02am                           
                    "I think its time for bed" he says                     
                                                                           
          Gets up and walks down hall into bedroom.                        
                                                                           
          As he leaves room he turns around and runs back to his           
          laptop and quickly starts new story                              
                                                                           
          Starts typing into script                                        
                    "A man is working hard late into                       
                    the night. He looks at the clock                       
                    and see’s its 3:02am and he decides                    
                    to go to bed, as he goes to bed he                     
                    thinks he see’s something. When he                     
                    realizes there’s nothing there he                      
                    walks away only to show there is a                     
                    figure in the window."                                 
                                                                           
          He looks at the screen and has a sigh of relife, seeming         
          satified he looks back at the clock and sees the time still      
          reads 3:02am                                                     
                                                                           
          Looking puzzled he puts his glasses on to closely read the       
          clock and sees it acually says 3:46am                            
                                                                           
          Surprised it has gotten so late he gets up and walks off to      
          bed                                                              
                                                                           
          As he walks away there is a figure in the window                 
                                                                           
                                                                           
          SAME BOY IS IN TOWN WITH HIS FRIEND GOING TO GET COFFEE          
                                                                           
          Boy and his friend sit down at coffee place                      
                    Friend: So Mr.Director hows that                       
                    new job at Flaramount Pictures?                        
                                                                           
                              (MORE)                                       
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           

          CONTINUED:                                              2.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                    Boy: Oh yeah.. its pretty good,                        
                    they have me working on this                           
                    suspense short film and I’m having                     
                    trouble with it                                        
                                                                           
                    Friend: Oh yeah? what do you have                      
                    so far?                                                
                                                                           
                    Boy: Right now all I have is a                         
                    writer who is stumped on a story,                      
                    and gets creeped out easily.                           
                                                                           
                    Friend: Haha! Sounds more like a                       
                    diary than a short film                                
                                                                           
                    Boy: yeah really thats what I am                       
                    starting to think, I’ve been having                    
                    these weird feelings lately and I                      
                    dont know why.                                         
                                                                           
                    Friend: oh I see your story is so                      
                    scary its even scaring its writer!                     
                    ahah! why dont you just ask for a                      
                    different assingment                                   
                                                                           
                    Boy: Oh I dont think its my story,                     
                    just been watching lots of horror                      
                    films for some insiration. No luck                     
                    though.                                                
                                                                           
                    Friend: Mabye lay off the scary                        
                    movies man. ask for a different                        
                    assingment, after all you dont                         
                    often make horror flicks                               
                                                                           
                    Boy: Yeah but I’ve been through so                     
                    many jabs I need to keep this one                      
                                                                           
          Friend keeps talking about his job at an advertising group,      
          but boy zones out staring at a figure standing down the          
          street                                                           
                    Friend: Nate! are you even                             
                    listening?                                             
                                                                           
                    Boy: What? oh yeah, thats cool                         
                    stuff man                                              
                    Friend: Man! Your not even                             
                    listening!                                             
                                                                           
                    Boy: Yeah man I acually have to go                     
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           

                                                                  3.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
          Boy gets up still looking down the street and walks off down     
          the street quickly looking back every few steps                  
                                                                           
                                                                           
          BOY IS BACK AT HOME SITTING DOWN AT DESK WITH FRESH CUP OF       
          COFFEE LOOKING AT HIS COMPUTER SCREEN                            
                                                                           
          He is intently reading over his script                           
                                                                           
          SHOWS SCRIPT ON COMPUTER SCREEN                                  
                                                                           
          He is reading through the script fast as if it is some new       
          story                                                            
                                                                           
          SHOWS SCRIPT ON SCREEN DISCRIBING ALMOST EXACTLY WHAT            
          HAPPEND TO HIM EARLIER IN THE DAY                                
                                                                           
          He slowly picks up is phone barely taking his eyes off of        
          his computer                                                     
                                                                           
          He is on the phone taking sounding very worried                  
                    Boy: Man were you home today at                        
                    all?                                                   
                                                                           
                              FRIEND FROM EARLIER SITTING IN AN            
          OFFICE. OFFICE NOISE IN THE BACKGROUND                           
                    Friend (sounding confused): Yes I                      
                    stopped by on my break to pick up                      
                    the mail I was expecting a letter                      
                                                                           
                    Boy: Did you touch my computer?                        
                                                                           
                    Friend: No man I just got the mail                     
                    and left why?                                          
                                                                           
                    Boy: There is a scene, on my                           
                    script, and I dont remember writing                    
                    it!                                                    
                                                                           
                    Friend: Ok man chill out. Obviously                    
                    youve been working to hard. Take a                     
                    nap or something                                       
                                                                           
                    Boy: Yeah ok a nap                                     
                                                                           
          Boy notices something on the counter and slowly moves            
          towards it                                                       
                    Friend (Heard through the phone):                      
                    Oh yeah man and there is a letter                      
                    there for you. It was on the door                      
                    step.                                                  
                                                                           
          Boy picks up letter and looks at the handwritten name and        
          adress and slowly and nervously opens it                         
                                                                           
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           

          CONTINUED:                                              4.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
          The letter contains a small folded peice of paper                
                                                                           
          The boy slowly takes out the piece of paper and opens it         
                    "457-2991"                                             
                                                                           
                    Boy (Under his breath): What the...                    
                                                                           
          Boy picks up phone and dials number                              
                    Phone rings for a bit then goes to                     
                    busy signal                                            
                                                                           
                    Boy: Hum thats interesting, oh well                    
                                                                           
          Boy sits back down at computer                                   
                                                                           
          Begins to type working on his script                             
                    "The man recieved a letter, he                         
                    slowly opened the letter to find                       
                    only a phone number. Curious he                        
                    calls the number, only to get a                        
                    busy signal. He calls the phone                        
                    again. This time someone answers,                      
                    its a girl sounds like shes in her                     
                    teens. She says hello a couple                         
                    times before he gets the courage to                    
                    say hello back..."                                     
                                                                           
          Boy hears girls voice saying hello through a phone               
                                                                           
          He stands up and looks at the phone to see its off the hook      
                                                                           
          He grabs the phone looking very confused and answers             
                    Boy: Hello.                                            
                                                                           
                    Girl: Hello? Who are you?                              
                                                                           
                    Boy: I was about to ask that I                         
                    believe you left my number at my                       
                    doorstep.                                              
                                                                           
                    Girl: Oh thats right I did! I heard                    
                    you were a writer and well I want                      
                    to be a writer but I need some                         
                    advice.                                                
                                                                           
                    Boy: Oh yeah? what do you need to                      
                    know?                                                  
                                                                           
          There is no response just a busy signal again                    
                                                                           
          Boy holds phone away from ear and looks confused, he hangs       
          up the phone and goes over to the coffee maker to pour           
          another cup                                                      
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           

                                                                  5.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
          He goes back to his desk, taking a sip of his coffee and as      
          he looks at his computer screen he gets startled and spits       
          his coffee out                                                   
                                                                           
                                                                           
          BOY IS WALKING IN A PARKING LOT WITH HIS FRIEND TO HIS           
          FRIENDS CAR                                                      
                    Boy: I’m telling you everytime I                       
                    write something in this story it                       
                    happens. Its like Im writing my                        
                    life.                                                  
                                                                           
                    Friend: Sounds like someone is a                       
                    little paranoid.                                       
                                                                           
                    Boy: No seriously, I wrote about                       
                    that letter I got, with the phone                      
                    number, then I wrote about a girl                      
                    answering and it happend, and then                     
                    after I talked to her. Our                             
                    conversation was on my script!                         
                                                                           
                    Friend: Man your going crazy, I                        
                    think your drinking a little too                       
                    much coffee and worrying too much                      
                    about this script of yours. Mabye                      
                    you should take a break.                               
                                                                           
                    Boy: But this is too weird I dont                      
                    know what to do                                        
                                                                           
                    Friend: Well if I was you, and it                      
                    botherd me that much. I would end                      
                    the story, kill off the charactor                      
                    or something.                                          
                                                                           
                    Boy: Yeah... Yeah that’ll work                         
                    thanks                                                 
                                                                           
          Boy leaves parking lot and his friend gets in car.               
                                                                           
                                                                           
          BOY IS SITTING AT BUS STOP TYPING ON HIS LAPTOP COMPLETELY       
          FOCUSED                                                          
                                                                           
          Shows boy typing on his laptop and messages fade through the     
          screen                                                           
                                                                           
          Looks up and beside him                                          
                                                                           
          Friend sitting there but blood is coming out of his eyes         
                    Boy: Bryson? What the hell happend?                    
                                                                           
                              (MORE)                                       
                                                           (CONTINUED)     
                                                                           

          CONTINUED:                                              6.       
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                                                                           
                    Friend: You have to die its the end                    
                    of the story                                           
                                                                           
          Friend Pulls blunt object (or any weapon)                        
                    Boy: Bryson what are you doing                         
                                                                           
          Boy gets up without taking eyes of friend, is about to run       
                    Friend: You have to end the story                      
                    it cant go on, you have to kill off                    
                    the charactor                                          
                                                                           
                    Boy: But I did he dies, he is hit                      
                    by the bus                                             
                                                                           
                    Friend: Well it has to happen then                     
                                                                           
          Friend runs at boy as if attacking                               
                                                                           
          Boy runs away                                                    
                                                                           
          Friend chases  boy through the town until he crosses the         
          street without looking and a bus hits him                        
                                                                           
          Friend runs up to body                                           
                    Friend: The story had to ending.                       
                    Every story needs an ending                            
                                                                           
          Friend gives a creepy smile, then other people gather            
          around.                                                          
                                                                           
                                                         FADE TO BLACK