So while I have made two short films I have also written a few short films. Two of those I am going to shoot at some point, two I wrote for a friend who was going to see if he could get a couple filmmaker friends to adapt them. One was about a boy that saw a monster that no one else saw and was forced to face it on his own and the other was about an elderly couple who were more than they appeared. The one about the boy was adapted by a friend that has adapted another work of mine.
The other never got made.
Recently I wrote a short script for someone who wanted to make an anthology film. While most of the film was shot, the filmmaker abandoned the project. I was able to run the camera and rigged up a special effect for my entry in the film. The actors and techs did an amazing job on things and it had a heck of a cool look. I wish it could have seen the light of day but, if nothing else, my words can live on.
The following is my contribution.
UNTITLED SLASHER FILM – Chris R segment
(The Connection)
Main Character Jenna
(Supernatural Slasher ala Argento/Fulci)
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING
Man carrying armful of groceries. Stops at apartment door. Fumbling with keys. Keys in lock. Keys turn. Doorknob turns. Door opens.
Man enters.
Pushes door closed with foot and sighs with relief.
Apartment is dark.
Man fumbles with light switch with elbow as he shifts groceries in arms.
Light switches on.
Momentary flash of someone in kitchen.
Something.
Flash of a blade.
Blade through white grocery bag.
Bag goes red.
Man looks down.
Man looks up.
Blade into face.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Falling back and light goes out.
CUT TO JENNA
Sitting at kitchen table.
Smoking.
Hands fidgeting.
Drops of blood spattering table.
Leading to…
Knife.
Jenna looks up towards hallway.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Darkness.
Cut to black.
CUT TO WOMAN Standing outside of Apartment.
Texting.
Surrounded by darkness.
Crowding in as she keeps to a small halo of light.
Sounds in the distance slowly fading, fading, fading…
Gone.
Intent on her phone.
Laughing.
She turns to go inside but is grabbed by a rough hand that erupts from the darkness.
A man pours from the shadows, leering.
He grips her arm tighter.
She screams.
His other hand emerges from the darkness wielding a long knife.
Close up to her face as her scream dies.
Close up on the knife.
Cut to man’s face as his grin grows, grows, grows and then is gone.
Gone.
Mid-range shot of man as he starts to choke.
Eyes bulge.
Shot of knife dropping.
Shot of letting woman go.
Woman runs into the building.
Man reaches weakly for her.
Ghastly hands appear around man’s neck from behind.
Choking.
Close up on hands.
Black gloves.
Squeezing.
Medium shot of man choking.
Hands disappear.
Man stumbles forward, turns to look who was choking him.
Shot of darkness.
Close up of his face.
Then he is –
Screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming.
Cut to black.
Cut to shot of his dead body lying half in darkness half in light.
Cut to black.
Jenna at her table.
Bottle in front of her, half gone.
Full ashtray.
Right hand tracing along left arm.
Long sleeves.
Trace.
Trace.
Trace.
She looks up from the table and down a dark hallway.
Pull back and discarded black gloves are seen.
Zoom.
Zoom.
Zoom.
Fade to black.
Two women laughing together in a car.
Music soft and non-descript.
Slow pan through parking lot to their car.
The two women sharing a phone between them and laughing at pictures on social media.
Shooting from front of car into it.
Cut to back seat.
The two women still laughing.
Then.
Silent.
They each look out their window into the dark world of the parking lot.
They strain to see.
Shot from parking lot to them.
One shot of driver.
One shot of passenger.
Cut to interior backseat.
Driver turns to look into backseat, shaking.
Close up of her face.
SHE SCREAMS.
Scream cut short.
Turns to friend.
Knife protruding from eye as blood gushes down her face.
Passenger screams.
Throws open door.
Runs.
Runs.
Runs.
Through darkness.
Seen from backseat.
We see her stop.
Her hands go to her throat.
Cut to face.
Gasping.
Choking.
She flails at her throat.
Cut to medium shot.
Black gloved hands around her throat.
She tries to scream.
Cut to black.
Cut to slumped driver, dead in car.
Cut to dead passenger, collapsed in parking lot.
Cut to black.
Cut to Jenna at the table.
Tracing on her arm.
Around and around and around.
Close up on her eyes.
Close up on table where there are black gloves and a bloody knife in front of her.
Shot of the hallway.
She looks up
Shot of her pushing her sleeves up to reveal –
LARGE TATTOO OF OUIJA BOARD on her arm.
She is tracing along it.
Sending a message.
Cut to hallway.
There is a sound.
Cut to Jenna tracing on her arm.
Cut to hallway.
Jenna.
Hallway.
Cut to table and knife and gloves are gone.
Cut to hallway and knife and gloves are seen.
Cut to Jenna.
“Hi, mom. Hi, dad.”
Cut to black.
Jenna in the backseat of her family’s car.
Playing with her phone.
Drops of blood at her feet on the floor.
Mom and dad laughing.
Mom wearing black leather gloves.
Beside dad on the seat a knife.
Beside Jenna is a bloody doll.
Cut to trunk and there are bloody handprints on it.
Cut to YOUNG JENNA looking out through the front windshield.
Cut to JENNA staring into the darkness of the hallway.
Cut to her face.
Stern.
Then.
A smile forms.
“Welcome back.”
Cut.
FADE TO BLACK.
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 