ExT. OUTSIDE AN OLD HOUSE – NIGHT
A BLIZZARD RAGE. THE SNOW COULDN’T STOP FALLING DOWN UNCONTROLBLY. The wind was blowing furiously against those trees outside the house. Those trees were swinging side to side. Apart from the sound of blizzard rampage outside, the dim night seems to be frightened. Only the dim moon light was giving a little life to the world, but apart from that, everything else seems to be dead.
ONLY THE LIGHT BULB THAT HUNG OUTSIDE of the front door of the old house was giving life to the cold dark, grim night. The blub flickered slightly.
MOVING CLOSER TO THE FRONT DOOR OF THE OLD HOUSE
THE FLICKED BULB WENT OUT and the world was dim once again.
INT. FRONT HALL INSIDE THE OLD HOUSE.
THE SILENCE inside the house was taking over apart from THE SOUND OF BLIZZARD FROM OUTSIDE was dominating the whole night, but suddenly.
RYUU YAMAMOTO, a man age mid 20’s, the SOUND of him gasping for air to breathe was HEARD. He was wearing a denim coloured t-shirt and a faded blue jeans. He was in a slight mess, running down the stairs. Just his SHADOW could be seen. He STOPS for a couple of second. He was thinking of a way out from the house. He looked to his side and SAW the front door.
He ran towards the front door. He GRABBED ON THE DOOR KNOB and tries to open it, but it was LOCKED. He grumbled alone. The ANXIETY in his heart was raging furiously. He felt his heart PALPITATES RAPIDLY. He TURNED around and leaned against the door. ONLY THE DIM LIGHT DEOM OUTSIDE was alive and just his SHADOW could be seen. He tries to breathe in slowly. He pushed his BIG SQUARE FRAME SPEC as it had fell down.
MOVING SLIGHTLY CLOSER TO YAMAMOTO
YAMAMOTO ( VOCAL LOW )
There must be another way!
YAMAMOTO grumbled to himself. His FACE SLIGHTLY COVERED WITH BLOOD STAIN. He scratches his head with one of his hand. He looked to the other side and SAW the DINING HALL. He nodded his head and he ran to the other side of the house. The BLIZZARD sound was heard again.
PAUSE ON THE EMPTY FRONT HALL FOR A FEW SECOND.
INT. DINING HALL INSIDE THE OLD HOUSE
YAMAMOTO was searching for a place to HIDE and he couldn’t think of anything else anymore. He heard the SOUND OF WATER DROPPING DOWN from the sink at the kitchen beside the dining hall. He grabbed one of the chairs at the dining table.
MOVING CLOSER TO YAMAMOTO DIRECTION
YAMAMOTO ran to the other side of the table, close to the window at the side wall. He PULLED OUT one chair and BEND down before he crawls underneath the table. The SCREECHING SOUND of him pulling the chair back to its original position was heard. Only WATER DRIPPING sound was heard. He holds himself together underneath the table.
YAMAMOTO POV ( VOICE OVER )
What is going to happen to me. What is going to happen to me!
YAMAMOTO grumbled alone. He leaned closer on his KNEES with his ARMS wrapped around it. He felt his body triggers from the cold night. The jacket that had kept him warm was torn behind his back. His BLOOD STAIN was seen on the torn jacket. He was left static there.
INT. DINING HALL INSIDE AN OLD HOUSE
After sometime, the night has become more SILENT. The sound of WATER FALLING OUT from the SINK could still be heard. The BLIZZARD outside was still raging.
MOVING CLOSER TO THE SIDE OF THE TABLE.
YAMAMOTO had fallen to sleep, still holding himself together. He was STARTLED when he was AWAKEN. He grumbled slightly. Slowly, he moves his body a little.
MOVING CLOSER TO YAMAMOTO.
YAMAMOTO slowly opens his eyes. He RELEASE his grip from holding his legs together. He turned around and narrowed his eyebrow closer. He rubbed his eyes with his hand.
Is it all over?
YAMAMOTO looked blankly towards the FRONT HALL from underneath the TABLE. He INHALED A DEEP BREATH and was sure that there isn’t anything else there anymore. He turned around and lifted his hand up. He looked at the blood stain that was all over his hand. He sealed his eyes shut. The blood stain on his face CRUMPLED. It has DRIED there.
YAMAMOTO opened his eyes again and he was sure that he was already left there on his own. But His eyes were still wondering around.
YAMAMOTO ( VOCAL LOW )
I should just get out from here...
YAMAMOTO said and slowly he pushed away the chair that was keeping him hidden underneath the table. He crawl himself out from UNDERNEATH THE TABLE.
CAN STILL HEAR THE SOUND OF WATER DRIPPING DOWN
( FOCUS ON THE CHAIR IN FRONT OF YAMAMOTO )
YAMAMOTO reached his hand on the oak dining chair in front of him as he was PUSHING HIMSELF UP from there. But before he could think, he heard the ECHO SOUND of CHAINSAW moving closer towards his direction. He fell silent for a short time and felt his heart palpitates rapidly. He gritted his teeth against each other before he turned to his side slowly...
YAMAMOTO could hear the sound of somebody LAUGHTING HYSTERICALLY. He was petrified when the window beside him open suddenly and the strong wind from outside blew directly towards him from underneath the curtain. His jaw dropped down open when the dim light from outside lighting where he was a little bit. The HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER by the unknown somebody was still heard louder than before as the SOUND OF CHAINSOW was moving much closer to him.
YAMAMOTO fell silent when he saw the MASKED MAN that was still laughing, standing right beside him. The MASKED MAN lifted the chainsaw up and wanted to kill him right there. The MASKED MAN looked at him directly.
MOVING CLOSER TO MASKED MAN’S FACE
Are you ready to end the night, my friend?
The MASKED MAN asked YAMAMOTO viciously.
YAMAMOTO fell silent. He widens his eyes. His eyes were looking at the chainsaw that was moving closer to his face and the MASKED MAN laughter was much louder than before. He looked at the MASKED MAN face that was laughing at him frightens. He suddenly felt the pain from the CHAINSAW BLADE that was grinding on him. He screamed loudly.