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We begin with the old 1950's & 60's cliche monster movie. An older car, containing two people - a girl and a guy - stop by a wooded area. They begin to do what teens do, and hear a crunching noise from outside. The guy goes outside to investigate. We pan the camera from his door to the front of the car, watching him go towards the noise... Read more at: http://users.rcn.com/jmg68/movies/no2.zip

                                                      Horror No. 2 FINAL Scene I: "Introduction" We begin with the old 50's and 60's B-movies cliché… An older car, containing 2 people – a guy and a girl, drive up to a secluded location, in moonlight. The location is positioned near woods, as well as some gravel… The camera is positioned outside the driver's side window, to the rear left. We see the moon, with its light pouring over the trees. We see the front of the car, and cut to the inside, facing the girl, from the drivers side seat. We see them say 2 or 3 words, then, we hear gravel and leaves outside, as if someone is walking towards

Horror No. 2        Written 3/1/04 -> 3/14/04     By Jim Gall           Revision 2 (4/08/04) Scene I: "Introduction" We begin with an  old 50's and 60's B-movies cliché… An older car, containing 2 people – a guy and a girl, drive up to a secluded location, in moonlight. The location is positioned near woods, as well as some gravel… The camera is positioned outside the driver's side window, to the rear left. We see the moon, with its light pouring over the trees. We see the front of the car, and cut to the inside, facing the girl, from the drivers side seat. We see them say 2 or 3 words, then, we hear gravel and leaves outside, as if s

The quiet of morning is interrupted as the wind whistles a loud song through the window shutters. Sun begins to slip into the room, as though replenishing the empty water bottle of a marathon runner. The shadows of night retreat into the sunlight of day. The stale air of night exits as the sweet, fresh air of day enters. Cars drive past, and with each pass, groan like overworked horses, and the buzzing of bees are in-sync with the frequency of the sunlight. Wind from midday flutters books and papers left by their owner, and sunlight blasts into every open crevice without asking permission. Noon cooks the smells of morning into an aged spice,