Horror Script
Horror Script
Title: Shadows of Whispering Pines
Written by [Your Name]
INT. RUSTIC CABIN - LIVING ROOM - EVENING
The group of friends, AMY, JASON, LUCAS, and SARAH, enter the cozy, dimly-lit cabin. The floorboards creak under their feet as they set down their bags and take in the surroundings.
AMY (flipping a light switch) This place is even creepier than I remember.
JASON That's what makes it fun. Right, guys?
LUCAS (chuckling) Yeah, just keep telling yourself that.
INT. RUSTIC CABIN - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Later, the friends gather around the kitchen table, laughing and enjoying their meal. The atmosphere is warm, but a chilly breeze suddenly sweeps through, extinguishing a candle.
AMY (glancing around nervously) Did anyone else feel that?
SARAH It's probably just the wind. This place is ancient.
The friends begin to clear the table when a faint whisper echoes through the room. They all stop and listen intently.
JASON (whispering) Did you guys hear that?
AMY Hear what?
JASON (shaking his head) Never mind. It's nothing.
EXT. WOODS - CLEARING - NIGHT
Jason steps outside for some fresh air. The fog is thick, swirling through the dark trees. Suddenly, he hears a soft, eerie whisper. He whips around but sees nothing.
JASON Hello? Who's there?
The whisper intensifies, and a dark shadow darts behind a tree.
JASON (backing away) I'm serious! Who's there?
INT. RUSTIC CABIN - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Amy lies in bed, restless. Her eyes dart around the dark room. The whispers from earlier seem to replay in her mind. Just as she starts to drift off, she hears footsteps outside her door.
AMY (sitting up) Jason? Is that you?
There is no response. The doorknob slowly turns, but the door doesn't open. Amy's eyes widen in terror.
INT. RUSTIC CABIN - LIVING ROOM - MORNING
The next morning, the group gathers in the living room. They all look tired and on edge.
SARAH We're not alone here. Something's not right.
AMY There's a legend about Whispering Pines. A spirit of a woman who died tragically is said to haunt these woods.
LUCAS (sarcastically) Oh great, a ghost story. Just what we need.
EXT. WOODS - PATHWAY - DAY
The group, armed with flashlights and determined faces, ventures deeper into the woods, following the whispers. They reach a decrepit, abandoned house hidden amongst the trees.
JASON This has to be the place.
As they enter, the air grows cold, and shadows dance along the walls. Inside, old photographs and dusty furniture tell the story of a long-forgotten tragedy.
INT. ABANDONED HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT
The friends descend into the basement, their flashlights flickering. They find an old journal, revealing the spirit's torment and the tragedy that befell her.
AMY (reading aloud) ‘She was wronged, betrayed by those she trusted. Now she seeks vengeance, and her whispers call out to those who enter her domain.’
The whispers crescendo, and the spirit materializes, a sorrowful yet terrifying apparition.
SPIRIT (echoing) Leave this place or suffer my wrath!
The friends scream and scramble to escape, the spirit pursuing them through the house.
EXT. WOODS - CLEARING - NIGHT
They burst out of the house, running through the foggy woods. The whispers fade as they reach the safety of their cabin, panting and disheveled.
AMY (breathless) We have to leave, now!
JASON Agreed. Let's get out of here before it's too late.
INT. CAR - MOVING - DAWN
The group drives away from Whispering Pines, the morning light breaking through the trees. They remain silent, their faces etched with fear and relief.
AMY (softly) We need to make sure no one else goes there.
LUCAS (nodding) Absolutely. That place is cursed.
The car disappears down the road, leaving Whispering Pines and its dark secrets behind. The town returns to its eerie, silent state, the whispers of the past lingering in the air.
