INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
BLACK.
A ragged breath. Uneven.
RILEY CARTER (17) bolts upright in bed -- gasping.
Her breath fogs.
The curtains billow in a sharp, icy draft.
The window is OPEN.
She fumbles for her lamp.
CLICK.
A moth SLAMS into the lampshade. Whump. Whump.
Its shadow twitches across the wall.
Riley glances at her nightstand --
A stack of POLAROIDS. Face down.
A floorboard CREAKS.
She flips the top one --
Riley, asleep. Taken tonight.
Her pulse spikes.
The next Polaroid --
Closer. Her lips parted. Dreaming.
Her breath stutters.
The photos slip -- scatter across the floor.
Stillness.
Then -- a slow, deliberate -- CREAK.
The bedsprings shift -- but she’s not moving.
She leans over the edge...
UNDER THE BED
Suddenly --
TWO HANDS EXPLODE FROM THE SHADOWS
Clamping her throat --
Yanking her off the bed -- tearing hair from her scalp --
Riley hits the floor hard, tangled in sheets.
From the dark, ETHAN ROWE (19) emerges -- unfolding into
view.
Gaunt, eyes burning.
He lunges --
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The Voicemail
INT. CAMPUS LIBRARY - NIGHT
Wind howls against arched windows. Stacks loom like silent
towers.
At the far end of a long oak table sits RILEY (20) -- bundled
in a thick coat, posture rigid, nondescript by intent.
Her hair is pulled up tight. Every strand controlled.
SUPER: THREE YEARS LATER
A heavy textbook lies open before her --
“Dark Mirrors: The Psychology of Belief, Fear, and the
Occult.”
Pages flutter in the draft. Riley clamps them still -- a
tremor in her grip.
A soft CREAK echoes between the stacks.
Riley straightens -- scanning the aisles.
Nothing. Just books.
She pulls her coat tighter.
Her hand drifts to her calf beneath her jeans -- checking
that something is still there. Hidden. Safe.
Her phone BUZZES on the table.
She checks the screen:
VOICEMAIL: 1 NEW MESSAGE.
Her thumb hesitates -- then taps PLAY.
ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.)
This is an automated call from the
Victim Information and Notification
Every Day service. Offender ETHAN
ROWE --
Riley's jaw locks.
The message drones on.
ROBOTIC VOICE (V.O.)
...has been released from state
custody, effective today, 3:11 p.m.
She ends the message.
Drops the phone into her bag.
Forces a slow breath.
In for four. Hold. Out six.
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The Decayed Sorority
EXT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Snow swirls around Riley as she exits past the frosted glass.
EXT. SORORITY HOUSE - NIGHT
The blizzard SHRIEKS, clawing the sky.
Through the whiteout --
An old Tudor sorority house emerges -- sagging under snow,
gables stabbing upward.
Riley trudges up the steps, boots sinking deep.
Mullioned windows glare out like rows of black eyes.
INT. FOYER - NIGHT
The front door SLAMS behind her. Riley spins, locks the
deadbolt -- then checks it again.
She stomps snow from her boots. Frost melts across her coat.
The foyer yawns around her -- once grand, now decayed.
A sweeping staircase curves upward like the exposed ribcage
of a giant carcass.
Snow melts from her coat onto the warped hardwood.
On the entry table sits a small white envelope.
Her name written across the front:
RILEY CARTER
CHAPTER PRESIDENT
Riley stares at it.
Her phone BUZZES.
SUE HENSHAW.
Riley answers.
RILEY
Hey, Sue.
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The Keys to the Unknown
INT. UNKNOWN ROOM – NIGHT - INTERCUT
SUE HENSHAW, 60s, sits in darkness.
Only part of her face catches the weak glow of a table lamp.
Behind her, floral wallpaper.
SUE
You made it back.
Riley glances toward the windows.
Snow presses against the glass.
RILEY
Barely.
SUE
And the others?
RILEY
Chelsea, Brooke, and Lilly are
here.
A faint CREAK on Sue’s end of the line.
Sue looks toward something off-screen.
SUE
Good.
Riley opens the envelope.
Inside --
A brass KEY RING.
Several keys stamped:
FRONT. OFFICE. ATTIC. BASEMENT.
And one smaller silver key with no label.
RILEY
The master set?
SUE
Presidents need access.
Riley turns the silver key between her fingers.
RILEY
What’s this one?
Sue watches something in the darkness.
SUE
You’ll know when you need it.
The line CRACKLES.
For a second, beneath the static --
A TELEPHONE RINGS on Sue’s end. Old-fashioned. Mechanical.
Sue’s eyes flick toward the sound.
RILEY
Where are you?
SUE
Visiting my sister in Arizona.
Behind Riley --
The basement door shifts in its frame.
A soft wooden KNOCK.
Riley turns.
SUE (CONT'D)
The temperature’s dropping fast.
Riley approaches the basement door.
SUE (CONT'D)
Check the basement pipes. They
froze last storm.
RILEY
Can’t maintenance handle it?
SUE
Not tonight.
Another RING through Sue’s phone. Closer now.
Sue lowers her voice.
SUE (CONT'D)
The girls will look to you if
anything happens.
Riley’s grip tightens around the keys.
RILEY
Nothing’s going to happen.
Sue smiles. Small. Almost proud.
SUE
That’s why I chose you.
The line goes dead.
Riley checks the screen.
CALL ENDED.
She looks at the silver key. Then toward the basement door.
From the living room --
BROOKE (O.S.)
Ayy, she lives!
Riley pockets the keys and heads toward the voices.
Behind her --
The basement door eases open.
Barely an inch.
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The Basement and the Blizzard
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Holiday lights sag in lazy zigzags -- half burnt out.
The room is enclosed in rose-patterned wallpaper -- hundreds
of identical blooms, pressed flat against the walls.
CHELSEA (20) lounges on a beanbag -- perfect hair, nails
surgical, and under-eye anti-aging strips that glow faint
blue. Scrolling. Expression practiced.
BROOKE (21) perches on the couch arm, smiling -- a joke
already loaded, finger on the trigger. If she keeps it funny,
nothing gets close.
LILLY (20) sits tucked into the corner of the couch, book
shielding her. She’s learned not to take up space.
Lilly's phone vibrates. She glances down.
INSERT -- PHONE SCREEN
MOM: Happy Birthday, baby. Call me when you wake up. I love
you.
The screen glows against her face.
Brooke and Chelsea laugh at something off-screen.
Lilly locks the phone and flips it face down on the cushion
beside her.
Riley enters -- cheeks pink from the cold.
BROOKE
The library goblin returns.
CHELSEA
And she has keys now.
Chelsea spots the brass ring hanging from Riley’s hand.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
Wait. Is it official?
Riley looks down at the envelope.
RILEY
Apparently.
Brooke raises the wine bottle.
BROOKE
Madam President.
Lilly closes her book.
LILLY
Congratulations.
Riley gives them a restrained smile.
RILEY
My term doesn’t start until
January.
BROOKE
Power never sleeps.
Riley pockets the keys.
RILEY
Sue wants me to check the basement
pipes.
Chelsea’s expression changes. Just slightly.
CHELSEA
Tonight?
RILEY
Before they freeze.
BROOKE
Nothing says leadership like
crawling beneath a haunted sorority
house.
Riley surveys the room -- a total disaster.
RILEY
Don’t forget -- Sue’s coming back
in a few days.
BROOKE
She always comes back early.
Probably tomorrow, carrying
groceries and judgment.
Chelsea laughs -- then stops.
CHELSEA
Does anyone else feel like she
never left?
Riley drops her backpack. Sinks onto the couch.
Lilly watches Riley a beat too long. Slides closer.
LILLY
You okay?
RILEY
Yeah.
LILLY
What happened?
RILEY
He got out today.
Lilly nods once.
LILLY
Okay.
RILEY
Okay?
LILLY
Okay means you don’t go anywhere
alone. You text me when you leave
class. You keep your location on.
Riley looks away.
LILLY (CONT'D)
And if you hear anything tonight,
you wake me up.
RILEY
I’m not scared of him.
LILLY
I know.
(beat)
You still don’t have to be alone.
Riley’s eyes glass. She swallows it down.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I can sleep in your room.
RILEY
I’ll be okay.
LILLY
That wasn’t the question.
Riley finally looks at her.
RILEY
Thanks, Lil.
Lilly takes her hand. Holds it.
Off-screen, Chelsea and Brooke burst into laughter at
something dumb.
Something catches Riley's eye --
A POLAROID, face down, resting alone on the coffee table.
Riley goes still.
Brooke notices.
BROOKE
Oh yeah. Look what I found today.
She flips it.
A captured moment:
Riley, Brooke, Chelsea, and Lilly, two years younger --
glittery cheeks, matching Greek sweaters.
Riley exhales. Picks up the photo.
RILEY
Freshman year Rush?
BROOKE
Nailed it.
RILEY
God, we look like... feral camp
counselors.
BROOKE
That was the night you dared
Chelsea to shotgun a Natty Light
through a Twizzler.
Lilly looks up from her book with a dry, tiny smile.
LILLY
She did it -- twice.
They all break into laughter -- real, warm.
Chelsea reaches for the Polaroid in Riley's hand.
Studies her freshman year self -- glitter-cheeked, reckless.
Under the picture, in faded Sharpie:
"Future Presidents of the World."
CHELSEA
(soft)
We were so sure.
Chelsea puts the photo back on the table.
Wind presses against the windows.
Lilly stares out the frost-glazed window as snow churns
outside -- wild, alive.
Chelsea's phone lights her face.
ON PHONE -- INSTAGRAM.
A new selfie.
Blizzard framed perfectly behind her.
Effortless. Controlled.
12 likes.
Refresh.
Still 12.
Chelsea locks the phone.
Lilly’s eyes stay fixed on the window.
LILLY
Three girls disappeared here during
a blizzard. 1983.
Brooke doesn’t look up.
BROOKE
Every sorority house has missing
sisters. It’s in the charter.
Lilly closes her book.
LILLY
My mom knew one of them. Jane
Dawkins. They never found her.
That gets their attention.
Chelsea’s smile falters.
CHELSEA
You’re making that up.
LILLY
I’m not.
CHELSEA
Okay. New rule.
She tosses her hair, forcing the mood lighter.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
No dead-girl stories during
blizzards.
Brooke grabs the wine bottle.
BROOKE
Seconded.
Riley crosses into the foyer -- locks the deadbolt again.
Brooke takes a drink.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Who wants to play something dumb
before we all spiral?
LILLY
There are old games in the
basement... or we could celebrate
my bir --
CHELSEA
-- The basement? Hard pass.
Lilly looks down. Covers it with a small smile.
Brooke stands, wine bottle in hand.
BROOKE
Basement adventure.
CHELSEA
You’re serious?
Brooke is already heading for the door.
BROOKE
Unfortunately.
RILEY
I have to inspect the pipes anyway.
I'm going.
Riley looks toward the dark hallway.
Brooke keeps walking.
One by one, the others follow.
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The Dream Boy's Box
INT. BASEMENT STAIRWELL – LATER
The girls crowd the top of the narrow stairs.
Below them --
Darkness.
Riley pulls the chain.
BUZZ.
A bare bulb flickers on halfway down, throwing a weak cone of
light across sweating stone.
The rest of the basement stays black.
Riley starts down, flashlight in one hand, Sue’s master keys
clenched in the other.
BROOKE
How exactly do you inspect a pipe?
RILEY
You look for water where water
shouldn’t be.
CHELSEA
Inspiring leadership.
The stairs CREAK beneath their weight.
One step. Then another.
From somewhere below --
TINK. Metal against metal.
They stop.
LILLY
What was that?
Riley angles her flashlight into the dark.
The beam catches old copper pipes running along the ceiling.
A loose chain sways beneath one of them.
Nothing else moves.
RILEY
Probably the pipes contracting.
BROOKE
Probably is doing a lot of work
there.
They continue.
At the bottom --
Faded composites. Splintered paddles. Mattresses furred with
mold.
The flashlight beam passes over smiling sorority sisters from
decades ago.
For a split second, one face seems to turn with them.
Riley swings the light back.
Chelsea hugs herself.
CHELSEA
There’s no leak.
Riley examines the pipes.
Dry. No frost. Everything normal.
RILEY
Sue said it froze down here last
time.
BROOKE
Maybe Sue enjoys making presidents
crawl through tetanus.
A soft SCRAPE from the far corner.
The girls turn.
Shelves sag beneath old boxes and broken furniture.
Something dark sits beneath them.
Brooke moves closer.
RILEY
Brooke.
BROOKE
I’m looking.
She kneels and brushes away a curtain of cobwebs to reveal --
An old wooden trunk. Blackened by age.
Symbols carved across the lid. Twisted. Precise.
At its center --
A small silver lock.
Riley’s expression changes.
She looks down at the key ring in her hand.
The unlabeled silver key hangs apart from the others.
Riley does not answer.
Brooke tugs the lock. It holds.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Well, Madam President?
CHELSEA
No.
Brooke looks back at her.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
We checked the pipes.
BROOKE
And found a mystery trunk.
CHELSEA
Which stays shut.
Riley crouches beside it. Runs her thumb over the carvings.
The wood is freezing.
Her breath fogs.
Above them --
The bare bulb flickers. Once. Twice. Then steadies.
Brooke eyes the silver key.
BROOKE
Only one way to know what it
belongs to.
Riley glances toward the stairs. Toward the darkness above.
Sue’s voice echoes in her memory --
SUE (V.O.)
You’ll know when you need it.
Riley separates the silver key from the ring.
She slides it into the lock. Perfect fit.
She turns it.
CLICK.
The sound echoes through the basement.
Somewhere behind the walls --
Another CLICK answers.
Lilly looks toward the sound.
The trunk lid shifts upward on its own.
Barely an inch.
Cold air spills through the gap.
Brooke reaches for the lid.
RILEY
Wait.
Too late.
Brooke lifts it.
CREEEAK.
The bulb dims.
Inside --
A glossy black box. Perfectly preserved.
Neon-pink letters:
DREAM BOY.
For a moment, no one speaks.
The box looks untouched by time.
Chelsea recoils.
CHELSEA
Put it back.
Brooke lifts the box.
On the underside of the Dream Boy box --
A thorned sigil circling a single eye.
The same symbol carved into the trunk.
Riley looks from the box to the silver key still resting in
the lock.
RILEY
Leave it.
The house GROANS. Deep. Structural.
Dust rains from the beams.
The trunk lid SLAMS shut behind Brooke.
All four girls jump.
The bare bulb swings violently overhead.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Each pass throws the Dream Boy box into light --
Then darkness. Light -- then darkness.
LILLY
We should go upstairs.
Brooke tucks the box under her arm.
RILEY
Brooke. Don’t.
BROOKE
Sue wanted you to find it.
RILEY
Not open it.
BROOKE
Then why the key?
Brooke heads for the stairs.
Chelsea follows quickly.
Lilly hesitates beside Riley.
Riley pulls the silver key free.
Riley and Lilly follow the others upstairs.
Behind them --
The bulb stops swinging.
Stillness.
Then --
CLICK.
The trunk locks itself.
The bulb goes dark.
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The Dream Boy's Invitation
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The storm thrashes outside. Wind scratches at the windows.
The DREAM BOY box sits on the coffee table, neon-pink letters
glinting.
The girls gather around.
Riley lifts the lid.
CHELSEA
This better be good.
INSIDE --
A pastel-pink folding board.
Two decks of glossy cards.
Four heart-shaped figurines.
A yellowed die.
And a bubblegum-pink cordless phone.
Set apart from the others --
A FIFTH HEART.
Black wax. Older than everything around it.
A strand of gray hair is sealed inside.
Unlike the four pink pieces, the black heart is fixed inside
a small recessed space at the center of the board.
A hairline CRACK runs through it.
Brooke tries to lift it.
It doesn't move.
BROOKE
Guess somebody already has a
boyfriend.
Riley turns the board slightly.
Scratched into the wood beneath the black heart:
S.H.
Riley looks toward the dark hallway.
CHELSEA
Sue Henshaw?
A soft CLICK from inside the board.
The crack in the black heart widens.
Beside it, a single yellowed rule card.
Riley picks it up.
INSERT — THE RULES
ONCE THE GAME STARTS, IT MUST BE FINISHED.
CHOOSE YOUR DREAM BOY AND WAIT FOR HIS CALL.
ANSWER BEFORE THE FOURTH RING.
DO NOT HANG UP BEFORE HE DOES.
AFTER EVERY CALL, ROLL THE DIE.
THE ROLLER CHOOSES WHICH HEART MOVES.
THE FIRST TO THE END IS CLAIMED BY THEIR DREAM BOY.
BACK TO SCENE
The ink gleams. Still wet.
Chelsea reaches for the cards.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
Then let’s not waste time.
She deals them out.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
Me, Brooke, Lilly --
She eyes Riley.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
-- and our resident haunted
librarian.
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The Dream Boy Calls
INT. LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
The four DREAM BOY CARDS lie face-up around the board:
GARY. ZANE. DEAN. TOM.
Four glossy smiles from another decade.
Outside, the blizzard smothers the world.
BROOKE
So we just stare at dead Sears
models until one calls?
CHELSEA
Don’t insult Gary. He’s sensitive.
Chelsea holds up her card.
GARY — black leather jacket, dark hair falling across one
eye. A silver chain vanishes beneath his shirt.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
He owns a motorcycle, hates his
father, and has definitely ruined
somebody’s credit.
She places Gary beside her pink heart figurine.
Brooke props DEAN against her wine glass.
Clean-cut. Letterman jacket. A smile approved by several
mothers.
BROOKE
Dean volunteers at church,
maintains eye contact, and has a
human head in his freezer.
RILEY
At least he volunteers.
BROOKE
That's how he gets access.
Lilly studies ZANE’S perfect blond curls.
Riley looks down at TOM.
Soft eyes. Brown hair. Nothing threatening about him.
CHELSEA
You got the nice one.
RILEY
He’s cardboard.
Riley turns the yellowed rule card over.
Blank.
RILEY (CONT'D)
There aren’t any questions.
Chelsea flips Gary’s card.
Printed across the back in looping pink script:
WHAT SHOULD CATCH HIS EYE FIRST?
Chelsea’s smile fades a degree.
Lilly turns over Zane’s card:
WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU IMPOSSIBLE TO FORGET?
She quietly covers the words with her hand.
Brooke checks Dean’s:
WHO DO YOU CALL WHEN YOU’RE AFRAID?
Her grin flickers. Gone before anyone catches it.
Riley turns over Tom’s card.
WHEN DID YOU STOP BELIEVING SOMEONE COULD KEEP YOU SAFE?
Riley freezes.
She flips the card face-up before the others can see.
RILEY (CONT'D)
This is stupid.
CHELSEA
That is the stated purpose of game
night.
The pink phone RINGS.
All four jump.
Then stare at it.
BROOKE
Nope.
It RINGS again.
CHELSEA
It’s probably battery-powered.
LILLY
It doesn’t have batteries.
Third RING.
Chelsea’s grin returns.
CHELSEA
My boy. My call.
She snatches up the receiver before the fourth ring.
CHELSEA (CONT'D)
Gary?
Static.
Then the voice glitches lower.
GARY (V.O.)
You picked me.
Chelsea’s smile slips.
BROOKE
Speaker.
Chelsea presses a faded button.
CLICK.
GARY (V.O.)
I knew you would.
The girls exchange a look.
CHELSEA
You don't know me.
GARY (V.O.)
You want someone who looks at you
like everybody else already should.
Chelsea goes still.
GARY (V.O.)
Like they can’t look away.
A tiny smile forms on her lips.
GARY (V.O.)
There she is.
Chelsea’s shoulders settle.
GARY (V.O.)
The girl everyone’s going to
remember.
CLICK.
The call ends.
Chelsea stares at the receiver.
Her reflection curves across the pink plastic.
She places it carefully in its cradle.
The board emits a cheap electronic CHIME.
A section of the path LIGHTS UP:
ROLL FOR LOVE!
Chelsea takes the die.
CHELSEA
Watch Gary carry me to victory.
She rolls.
SIX.
BROOKE
Move mine.
CHELSEA
Get your own boyfriend.
Chelsea moves her heart figurine forward six spaces.
The phone RINGS again.
Brooke grabs it.
BROOKE
Dean?
She hits SPEAKER.
DEAN (V.O.)
You make jokes when you’re scared.
Brooke’s smile stalls.
BROOKE
Hello to you too.
DEAN (V.O.)
Tell me the joke from the hospital.
BROOKE
How do you know about that?
DEAN (V.O.)
Tell me.
Brooke grips the receiver.
Her eyes glisten. She forces a smile.
BROOKE
I told her the Jell-O was the
healthiest thing in the building
because it had already survived
death.
Silence.
Then, through the receiver --
A WOMAN’S LAUGHTER. Faint. Warm.
Brooke’s mother.
Brooke’s face empties.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Mom?
The laughter fades into static.
CLICK.
Brooke remains frozen, receiver against her ear.
The board CHIMES.
She lowers the phone and rolls.
FIVE.
Her heart slides forward.
Brooke wipes beneath one eye before the tear can fall.
RING.
Lilly flinches.
Second RING.
Brooke looks at her.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Lil.
Third RING.
Lilly answers.
LILLY
Hello?
ZANE (V.O.)
Happy birthday.
Lilly’s eyes widen.
ZANE (V.O.)
You thought they forgot.
Lilly looks down.
CHELSEA
Lilly --
LILLY
It’s fine.
ZANE (V.O.)
It isn’t.
(beat)
But I didn’t forget.
The line fills with a distant CROWD singing “Happy Birthday.”
Every dead holiday bulb blazes to life.
The room turns golden.
Lilly closes her eyes.
Lets the song wash over her.
The other girls watch, guilt replacing fear.
The voices finish.
CHEER.
Then silence.
ZANE (V.O.)
Make a wish.
A tear slips down Lilly’s cheek.
LILLY
I want --
She stops herself.
ZANE (V.O.)
You can tell me.
Lilly looks at Riley. Then Chelsea. Brooke.
LILLY
I want people to notice when I’m
here.
The lights pulse softly.
ZANE (V.O.)
I notice you, Lilly.
(beat)
Even when you disappear.
CLICK.
The call ends.
Then Brooke launches herself across the board and hugs Lilly.
BROOKE
We’re assholes.
Chelsea joins them.
CHELSEA
Huge ones.
Lilly laughs through her tears.
Riley reaches into the knot of them and squeezes Lilly’s
hand.
The board CHIMES.
Lilly rolls.
SIX.
Her heart races forward, stopping beside Chelsea’s.
Brooke points at Riley.
BROOKE
Last up. Haunted librarian and
Sensitive Tom.
The phone sits silent.
Chelsea leans toward her.
CHELSEA
What was on the back of your card?
RILEY
Nothing.
The phone RINGS.
Riley’s body locks.
Second RING.
She stares at Tom’s soft, harmless smile.
Third RING.
LILLY
Riley.
Riley picks up.
She does not use the speaker.
RILEY
Hello?
Nothing.
Only breathing.
Her grip tightens.
Then --
TOM (V.O.)
You know me.
Riley’s face drains.
RILEY
No.
TOM (V.O.)
You used to.
A strange softness in the voice.
TOM (V.O.)
There you are.
Riley’s eyes wet.
TOM (V.O.)
You thought if nobody got close,
nobody could get inside.
Riley glances toward the locked front door.
Then the dark windows.
TOM (V.O.)
But he still got inside, didn’t he?
The warmth leaves Riley’s face.
RILEY
Don’t.
TOM (V.O.)
I’m not him.
Silence.
TOM (V.O.)
Look under your chair.
Riley stiffens.
RILEY
What?
TOM (V.O.)
I left you something.
Riley slowly looks down.
Beneath her chair --
A tiny packet wrapped in faded blue tissue. It wasn’t there
before.
Riley reaches for it.
Lilly watches, uneasy.
Riley unwraps the tissue.
Inside --
A cheap silver MOON CHARM. Worn smooth with age.
Riley knows it.
RILEY
I lost this.
TOM (V.O.)
You gave it to me.
Riley turns it over.
Scratched into the back:
R + T
Her breath catches.
TOM (V.O.)
I kept the things you forgot.
CLICK.
The line goes dead.
Riley closes her fist around the charm.
The board CHIMES.
She rolls.
ONE.
Her heart moves a single space.
The tension breaks.
Riley laughs. A real laugh.
It surprises all of them.
QUICK CUTS — THE GAME GETS GOOD:
— Chelsea laughs into the phone as Gary describes the dress
she’ll wear when she becomes famous.
— Brooke lies upside down on the couch while Dean tells a
joke we cannot hear.
She fights it. Then SNORTS.
The others erupt.
— Lilly listens as Zane names every book on her childhood
shelf.
Her expression softens with each title.
— Riley waits beside the silent phone, moon charm wrapped
around her fingers.
— Pink hearts race along the board.
— Empty glasses accumulate.
— The storm disappears beneath music, laughter, and the
phone’s bright electronic RING.
Chelsea photographs the board.
She posts it:
FOUND THE ONLY MEN WORTH STAYING IN FOR.
Her phone VIBRATES. Again. Again.
Likes multiply too fast to count.
CHELSEA
Guys.
She turns the screen toward them.
The number keeps climbing.
BROOKE
Gary has reach.
The Dream Boy phone RINGS.
Chelsea snatches it up, already smiling.
CHELSEA
You saw?
GARY (V.O.)
Everybody sees you now.
Chelsea checks her phone.
10,000 LIKES.
Comments stream past:
PERFECT.
CAN’T LOOK AWAY.
GARY (V.O.)
You like that.
CHELSEA
Maybe.
GARY (V.O.)
Say it.
Chelsea glances at the others. Embarrassed. Thrilled.
CHELSEA
I like being seen.
GARY (V.O.)
Good girl.
Chelsea’s smile falters. Only for a second.
Brooke grabs Chelsea and shakes her.
Lilly laughs.
Even Riley gets pulled into it.
No one notices the windows.
Beyond the frosted glass --
FOUR TALL SHAPES stand in the storm. Watching.
GARY (V.O.)
Now go somewhere we can be alone.
Chelsea’s eyes drift toward the dark staircase.
CHELSEA
Why?
GARY (V.O.)
I don’t like sharing you.
CLICK.
The shapes outside are gone.
Chelsea looks at her friends. At the numbers still climbing.
Then at her reflection in the black phone screen.
It smiles.
A fraction before she does.
Chelsea recoils.
CHELSEA
I need a second.
She stands.
RILEY
Don’t go alone.
Chelsea stops.
For one naked instant, her mask falls. Pure fear.
Then it snaps back into place.
CHELSEA
I’ll be fine.
She heads upstairs.
Riley watches her disappear into the darkness.
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The Filter's Mask
INT. CHELSEA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Chelsea slips inside and shuts the door.
The room is immaculate. Bed made tight. Shoes aligned beneath
a vanity.
Chelsea checks the post: 18,617 likes.
One comment: YOU LOOK TIRED.
She turns off the filter. Sees the exhaustion beneath it.
Reapplies the filter. Perfect again.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Chelsea heads for the bathroom.
She approaches the bathroom door, slightly ajar.
The faintest drip... drip... drip... comes from inside.
She peers in -- pushes the door open.
The dripping stops.
She takes a step inside.
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The Mirror's Grip
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Chelsea shuts the door behind her with a SNAP.
She leans toward the mirror. Rubs her cheeks.
Her reflection WINKS.
Chelsea freezes.
She rubs her eyes. Stares again.
Her reflection resets.
She forces a smile. Smooths her hair.
Her reflection doesn’t move -- it smiles faintly. Too still.
The reflection’s complexion dulls -- wrinkles spiderweb
across its skin.
Chelsea stumbles backward.
The reflection leans closer to the glass.
REFLECTION (V.O.)
(deep, masculine)
What happens when they stop looking
at you, Chelsea?
The lantern flickers. The temperature drops.
Chelsea’s breath fogs out in white clouds.
The mirror fogs. Letters carve through it --
“I SEE YOU.”
Chelsea steps back -- her entire body trembles.
Two handprints press from inside the glass -- the surface
bulging like skin.
Her reflection looks sixty years older now --
Sagging skin, yellowed teeth.
The glass bulges wider -- a face PUSHES through --
The handsome face of GARY. Perfect jawline. Dreamy eyes.
Radiant smile.
GARY
(soft, hungry)
With me, they'll never see you age.
His mouth splits open to reveal --
Rows of wet, jagged teeth.
Chelsea lunges for the door, pulling at the knob --
It’s locked.
Her wrinkled doppelgänger pounds the glass from the inside,
grinning with rotten gums.
Gary has vanished.
Her reflection reaches through --
A withered hand shoots out -- wrapping around her wrist.
Her skin withers instantly. Veins blacken. Wrinkles spread up
her arm.
Chelsea claws at the door with her free hand.
CHELSEA
Help! Help me!
Then, with a final, glassy suck --
The mirror SWALLOWS Chelsea whole.
It ripples once --
Then smooths into a pristine reflection of an empty bathroom.
The lantern dies with a POP.
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Frozen Out
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Riley and Lilly stand frozen near the staircase -- listening.
A POP upstairs.
Brooke backs toward the foyer, shaking her head.
INT. FOYER - CONTINUOUS
BROOKE
Chelsea’s messing with us.
She grabs the doorknob and yanks. It doesn't move.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Okay. Who locked it?
She twists harder. The knob doesn’t even rattle.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Riley.
Riley steps closer. Tries the lock. Nothing.
RILEY
It’s frozen.
Riley presses her palm against the wood.
Ice crystals spiderweb beneath her hand. Her breath clouds.
LILLY
It’s not that cold inside...
Brooke SLAMS her shoulder into it.
The impact BOOMS -- but the door doesn’t budge.
Instead, a dull vibration ripples up the walls.
A low GROAN rolls through the beams.
BROOKE
(voice cracking)
Open the door!
She pounds again -- harder.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Open the fucking door!
Riley grabs Brooke’s arm.
RILEY
Stop.
BROOKE
We’re trapped. That’s great. That’s
just fucking great.
From the ceiling -- a faint CREAK.
LILLY
Chelsea?
INT. FOYER – CONTINUOUS
Brooke stumbles back from the frozen front door.
BROOKE
There’s another exit.
She turns toward the rear of the house.
RILEY
Brooke --
But Brooke is already moving.
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The Frozen Threshold
INT. KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS
They rush inside.
A narrow, institutional kitchen. Dirty glasses crowd the
sink. Copper pans hang above a scarred butcher-block island.
An EXIT sign glows over the rear service door.
BROOKE
See? Civilization.
She grabs the handle.
It turns. The door opens.
Wind and snow BLAST into the kitchen.
Brooke laughs with relief.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Thank God.
Beyond the doorway --
The backyard disappears into white.
Snow lies deep and untouched except for --
FOUR SETS OF FOOTPRINTS.
They begin somewhere in the storm. Lead directly toward the
house.
And stop at the threshold.
The girls stare.
Riley steps closer.
The prints are long. Narrow. Too deep.
RILEY
Close the door.
Brooke doesn’t move.
Far beyond the yard --
FOUR TALL SHAPES stand in the whiteout.
Perfectly still.
BROOKE
Do you see --
A PHONE RINGS outside.
Faint beneath the storm.
Chelsea’s ringtone.
Lilly’s breath catches.
LILLY
That’s her phone.
The ringtone comes again. Closer.
Brooke steps into the snow.
Riley grabs the back of her hoodie and yanks her inside.
BROOKE
Chelsea could be out there!
RILEY
That isn’t Chelsea.
The shapes remain motionless.
The phone RINGS again.
A small light appears in the storm.
Chelsea’s phone screen.
Held in the hand of the nearest figure.
The figure slowly raises it to its ear.
Riley SLAMS the service door.
The deadbolt snaps shut.
Instantly --
ICE blooms across the glass.
Spreads through the frame.
Seals the door inside the wall.
Brooke backs away.
Her phone is already in her hand.
NO SERVICE.
Lilly checks hers.
Nothing.
Riley tries the kitchen landline. No dial tone.
Behind them --
CHIME.
All three turn.
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The Fourth Ring
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The DREAM BOY board sits perfectly centered on the coffee
table.
Brooke’s pink heart figurine trembles.
Slides forward one space.
Stops.
The bubblegum-pink phone waits beside it.
BROOKE
I didn’t roll.
Riley moves toward the board.
RILEY
Don’t touch anything.
The kitchen lights extinguish behind them. One by one.
CLICK.
CLICK.
CLICK.
Darkness advances toward the living room.
Lilly grabs Riley’s arm.
The final kitchen light goes out.
Silence.
Then --
RING.
Brooke’s bravado cracks.
Just a hairline fracture.
Riley's eyes track, slow, toward the coffee table.
RING.
The pink phone sits there. Waiting.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Brooke --
BROOKE
-- Nope.
She backs away.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
I’m not playing anymore.
RING.
The third ring HUMS deeper -- metallic, impatient.
RILEY
Before the fourth. Don't let it
ring again.
The phone RINGS again. The FOURTH RING.
Brooke grabs it after the FOURTH RING.
She presses it to her ear.
Silence.
Then -- a low, canned LAUGH TRACK crackles to life. Tinny.
Wrong.
BROOKE
Hello?
The laughter SWELLS -- looping, echoing, multiplying.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Okay. Nope. Not funny.
She hangs up.
The LAUGHTER CUTS.
Upstairs, a SOFT THUD.
Lilly stiffens.
Brooke hugs herself tighter in her hoodie.
Another THUD -- directly above them.
Riley rises, listening.
The rule card sits on the table.
A thin vein of ink seeps from the words “Answer Before the
Fourth Ring.”
It snakes downward -- deliberate. Alive.
LILLY
What did he say?
BROOKE
Nothing, it was just... laughing. A
room full of it.
RILEY
You picked up after the fourth
ring.
(beat)
The rules said --
Brooke bristles.
BROOKE
-- Whatever. It’s just a stupid
game. Nothing happ --
Brooke's smile flickers. She sniffs. Touches her upper lip.
Pulls her fingers away --
RED.
A thin line of blood beads from one nostril.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Great. I'm bleeding.
She wipes at it with the back of her hand.
A single DROP releases. Hits the hardwood.
TICK.
A long, low CREAK rolls through the beams.
RILEY
You still have to roll.
Brooke swallows, throat tight. Then snatches up the die.
She rolls. The die clatters across the board. Then settles.
Six.
Brooke’s grin flickers.
She moves her piece six spaces.
Stops.
TRUTH.
BROOKE
Okay. Fine.
She turns her card over.
Reads.
Her smile collapses.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Nope. I don’t like that.
RILEY
What does it say?
Brooke doesn’t answer.
She rereads the card -- jaw tightening.
BROOKE
(reading)
What do you call the girl that
hides behind jokes?
The question hangs there -- pointed.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
This is bullshit.
She drops the card back on the table -- like it burned her.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Chelsea’s messing with us. This is
her thing.
RILEY
She didn’t write the cards.
BROOKE
You don’t know that.
LILLY
We should go check on her.
BROOKE
No.
(beat)
She said she was fine. We stay
here.
RILEY
She’s been gone too long.
BROOKE
So what -- we split up now? That’s
smart?
Brooke sinks back onto the couch -- arms folded tight.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
We stay put. Together.
Riley and Lilly exchange a look.
Upstairs, something SHIFTS.
All three girls jerk their heads up.
Lilly grabs Riley’s sleeve.
Riley nods.
Brooke steps back.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
I’m staying right here.
Lilly looks torn, terrified.
LILLY
We shouldn’t split up.
BROOKE
Then don’t.
Riley exchanges a look with Lilly. Then steps toward the dark
hallway.
Lilly follows.
RILEY
(soft, firm)
We’ll be right back.
Brooke sinks into the corner of the couch, hugging herself,
eyes locked on the quiet pink phone.
BROOKE
Be quick.
(under breath)
I'm running out of jokes.
Riley and Lilly disappear into the darkness.
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The Glowing Door
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT
Riley and Lilly race down the hallway, lanterns swinging.
Light lashes across rows of closed doors.
LILLY
Chelsea?!
No answer.
Only the house settling around them.
CREAK.
The doors seem to tighten in their frames.
One stands slightly ajar.
The bathroom.
Riley slows.
A faint blue glow pulses inside.
RILEY
Chelsea?
She pushes the door open.
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Sue's Room
INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Sparkling clean. Porcelain gleaming. Lantern still burning on
the sink.
No Chelsea.
Lilly steps in behind Riley.
Riley sees something on the tile --
Chelsea’s phone.
Screen cracked. Still lit.
On it --
Her post continues climbing.
18,402 LIKES.
18,403.
18,404.
Lilly picks it up.
The front camera is open.
It shows Riley and Lilly standing in the bathroom.
Behind them --
CHELSEA.
Riley spins.
Nothing there.
LILLY
Riley...
On the phone, Chelsea presses both palms against the inside
of the screen.
Mouth open. Screaming without sound.
Riley grabs the phone.
RILEY
Chelsea?
Chelsea pounds harder. The image distorts with every hit.
Her face is pale. Aged around the eyes. Blood smeared across
her palms.
RILEY (CONT'D)
We’re getting you out.
Chelsea shakes her head violently.
Points past them. Toward the mirror.
Riley and Lilly turn.
Their reflections stare back.
Then Chelsea rises between them in the glass.
Trapped on the other side.
She SLAMS against it.
The mirror ripples around her body like deep water.
Chelsea’s mouth forms a word.
No sound.
RILEY (CONT'D)
What?
Chelsea tries again.
Lips trembling.
RUN.
A SHADOW falls across her from behind. Tall. Broad-
shouldered.
Gary’s perfect face slowly appears over her shoulder.
He wraps one arm around Chelsea’s waist. Possessive. Tender.
Chelsea thrashes.
Gary smiles at Riley and Lilly through the glass.
The mirror floods with faces.
Hundreds of CHELSEAS --
Young. Old. Beautiful. Decayed.
All trapped behind the glass. All staring.
Chelsea claws toward Riley.
Riley grabs the lantern and swings it --
SMASH!
The glass cracks.
Chelsea SCREAMS soundlessly.
Every fracture cuts across her body.
Blood races down her reflection.
LILLY
Stop! You’re hurting her!
The cracks begin knitting themselves closed.
Riley presses her hand against the mirror.
Chelsea presses hers to the other side.
Palm to palm.
A thin layer of glass between them.
RILEY
Hold on.
Chelsea’s terrified eyes shift downward.
She traces something into the fogged glass with one bloody
finger: SUE'S ROOM.
Then Gary yanks her backward.
Chelsea’s hand slides away from Riley’s.
Her fingernails leave four red streaks across the mirror.
Darkness swallows her.
The mirror clears.
Only Riley and Lilly remain in the reflection.
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The Invitation in the Dark
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – NIGHT
Riley and Lilly stumble out of the bathroom.
Behind them, the mirror is clear again.
Lilly grips Chelsea’s cracked phone.
LILLY
She said Sue’s room.
Riley looks toward the last door at the end of the hall. The
older one.
Her phone VIBRATES.
Riley checks it.
SUE HENSHAW.
Riley and Lilly exchange a look.
Riley answers. Hits SPEAKER.
RILEY
Sue?
Static.
Then Sue’s voice. Calm. Almost relieved.
SUE (V.O.)
Thank God.
RILEY
Where are you?
SUE (V.O.)
I’ve been trying the house phone.
The storm must have taken the line.
Lilly looks toward the dark rooms.
RILEY
Chelsea’s gone.
SUE (V.O.)
Gone where?
RILEY
Something pulled her into the
mirror.
Silence.
Then Sue exhales softly.
SUE (V.O.)
Did she answer the telephone?
Riley stiffens.
RILEY
How do you know about the phone?
The lights HUM overhead.
One bulb goes dark. Then the next. Darkness moving toward
them.
SUE (V.O.)
Listen carefully. The girls need
you calm.
RILEY
You knew that game was there.
SUE (V.O.)
Riley --
RILEY
You sent us to it.
At the far end of the hallway --
Sue’s bedroom door eases open.
A ribbon of warm light spreads across the floor.
Lilly sees it.
LILLY
Riley.
SUE (V.O.)
Get the others into my room.
RILEY
Why?
SUE (V.O.)
Because nothing in this house can
enter my room.
The warm light pulses. Inviting.
SUE (V.O.)
Take the silver key. Bring the
game. And whatever happens --
A faint mechanical RING sounds through Sue’s end of the call.
Riley hears it.
RILEY
Where are you, Sue?
Sue does not answer.
Another RING. Closer.
SUE (V.O.)
Do not let anyone leave the house.
Riley’s face hardens.
RILEY
You said you were in Arizona.
The third RING.
Sue’s voice drops. The warmth gone.
SUE (V.O.)
A president doesn’t question the
rules.
CLICK.
The call ends.
At the far end of the hall, Sue’s bedroom door opens another
inch. Waiting.
Lilly looks at Riley.
LILLY
That wasn’t a warning.
Riley draws the knife from her calf.
RILEY
No.
She starts toward the open door.
RILEY (CONT'D)
It was an invitation.
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The Hidden Closet
INT. SUE'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Riley pushes the door open -- a flashlight beam cuts through
the gloom.
Lilly shuffles in behind her.
Dust floats in beam-thin strips of lantern light.
The room is immaculate --
Lace curtains are pinned stiff. A canopy bed with sheets
pressed flat.
An antique vanity gleams -- silver brushes laid out with
surgical precision.
They edge in, their breaths hitching.
Riley crouches by the nightstand -- sliding the drawer open --
Empty.
THE VANITY MIRROR FOGS.
Condensation at first... then -- shapes.
Riley turns.
In the mirror -- THREE GIRLS.
JANE (20). CHRISSY (20). MEGAN (20). The missing 1983
sorority girls.
They stand still. In faded sorority sweaters. Makeup perfect.
Hair pinned.
Their skin is pale and waxy. Eyes rimmed in deep, shadowed
hollows.
Lilly grabs Riley’s arm, her knuckles white.
Jane lifts her hand -- pressing it against the other side of
the glass.
She turns her head -- staring right past Riley toward
something unseen behind her.
Riley turns -- the flashlight swipes across the room.
Something catches her eye --
THE CLOSET.
When she turns back -- the girls are gone.
Riley crosses to the closet and pulls the door open --
Ordinary clothes. Folded scarves. All perfectly arranged...
Then -- something behind them. A faint seam.
Riley reaches. Pushes.
CLICK.
A false panel swings inward, revealing --
A hidden walk-in closet, narrow but full-length.
They step inside.
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The Successor's Closet
INT. SUE’S CLOSET – CONTINUOUS
Riley sweeps her flashlight through the narrow space.
Ritual tools. Melted candles. Bundles of hair tied with faded
ribbon.
Riley’s flashlight climbs to the ceiling.
The joists are BLACKENED.
Burned across them --
THE THORNED SIGIL.
Its single eye spans the beams above the closet.
Lilly stares up.
A soft CREAK overhead.
Dust sifts down through the eye.
Then she turns toward the back wall. Stops.
POLAROIDS.
Photos of RILEY, LILLY, BROOKE, and CHELSEA. Taken without
their knowledge.
Arranged in a ceremonial cross, their names scrawled beneath
them.
Four pink hearts have been drawn over them.
LILLY
Those are from this week.
Riley studies her own photograph.
She stands outside the library, unaware.
Beneath it:
RILEY CARTER
PRESIDENT
FLASH.
An old camera mounted in the corner ejects a Polaroid.
It drifts down and lands at Riley’s feet.
The image is impossibly crisp:
SUE, JANE, CHRISSY, and MEGAN in matching sorority sweaters,
posed in the basement.
Behind them --
The DREAM BOY box.
Three pink hearts have been drawn over Jane, Chrissy, and
Megan.
Over Sue --
A BLACK HEART.
Riley turns the photo over.
Written in faded ink:
THE PRESIDENT KEEPS HER SISTERS TOGETHER.
Beneath it, in newer ink:
RILEY CARTER — SUCCESSOR.
Riley goes still.
Riley looks from Sue’s black heart to the ceremonial cross.
Chelsea. Brooke. Lilly.
RILEY
She chose us.
Lilly looks at Riley's photograph.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Me first.
Riley’s breathing shortens.
In for four. Hold. It does not steady her.
RILEY (CONT'D)
I thought I earned it.
LILLY
You did.
Riley shakes her head.
RILEY
She needed someone who’d keep
everyone together.
Her eyes settle on her own photograph.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Someone who’d follow every rule.
FLASH.
Another Polaroid drops.
It shows Riley and Lilly standing in the closet --
Right now.
Behind Riley stands SUE. Old. Smiling.
One hand on Riley’s shoulder.
Riley spins --
No one there.
The lantern flickers.
SUE (V.O.)
A president never abandons her
sisters.
Dark ink begins to bleed from Sue’s black heart toward
Riley’s photograph.
Riley tears her picture from the wall.
WHOOMPH.
Every candle ignites.
The closet tightens around them.
Riley stares at Sue’s photo.
A stretched shadow glides across the wall.
RILEY
She wants me to take her place.
Canned laughter erupts from the walls.
Riley grabs Lilly.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Move.
Riley grabs Lilly and turns for the exit --
FLASH.
The old camera fires again.
White light swallows the closet.
Riley stops.
The new Polaroid hangs halfway from the camera.
Still developing.
Riley reaches up and pulls it free.
LILLY
Riley, come on --
The image blooms beneath Riley’s thumb.
SUE sits alone at a folding table in the basement.
Young. Hollow-eyed.
Before her --
The unfinished DREAM BOY board.
Riley stares.
The photograph begins to MOVE.
Sue’s hand lifts inside the image.
Threads a strand of hair through a paper heart.
The Polaroid grows warm in Riley’s grip.
A PHONE RINGS from inside the photograph.
The sound fills the closet.
Once.
Twice.
The image expands beyond its white border --
Basement walls spreading across Riley’s vision.
The flashlight drops from her hand.
Its beam spins across the floor.
Lilly catches Riley as her knees buckle.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Riley!
Riley’s eyes remain open --
But she is no longer seeing the closet.
The third RING becomes --
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The Dream Boy Game
INT. SORORITY HOUSE – BASEMENT – NIGHT – 1983
Rain needles the narrow windows.
A bare bulb swings over a folding table.
A child’s dating game lies dismantled across it. Pink
cardboard. Plastic hearts. Smiling boys cut from department-
store catalogs.
Beside it --
A BLACK WOODEN BOARD carved with names, its grooves dark with
dried blood.
SUE, 20, sits alone. Hollow-eyed. Bourbon beside her.
Across the table, a MAN’S CARDIGAN hangs over an empty chair.
Sue lifts a cordless phone.
SUE
Richard?
Only the HUM of an open line.
SUE (CONT'D)
You said you’d call.
She hangs up.
Beside the board, a newspaper clipping:
LOCAL PROFESSOR KILLED IN HIGHWAY ACCIDENT
RICHARD smiles beneath the headline.
Sue turns it facedown.
At the board’s center --
A thorned sigil surrounding a single eye.
Three bundles of HAIR sit inside the circle.
Sue adds her own, threading it through a paper heart.
The PHONE RINGS.
Sue freezes.
Second RING.
Third.
She answers.
SUE (CONT'D)
Hello?
Static.
Then --
RICHARD (V.O.)
Susannah.
Sue covers her mouth.
SUE
Richard?
RICHARD (V.O.)
I knew you’d find me.
SUE
Where are you?
RICHARD (V.O.)
Here.
The empty cardigan sleeve shifts.
SUE
I prayed for you.
RICHARD (V.O.)
He didn’t answer.
The board’s grooves gleam wetly.
RICHARD (V.O.)
I did.
SUE
Come back.
RICHARD (V.O.)
Then ask properly.
Carved along the board’s edge:
HAIR BINDS. BLOOD RELEASES.
Above them, MUFFLED MUSIC. Girls laughing.
Beneath the laughter --
A faint CANNED LAUGH TRACK.
RICHARD (V.O.)
They spend their lives waiting to
be chosen.
The bulb dies.
Darkness.
It flickers back on.
Four smiling male faces now surround the board.
RICHARD (V.O.)
Give them someone perfect.
The paper heart TWITCHES beneath Sue’s needle.
The phone dials by itself.
RICHARD (V.O.)
Someone they’ll obey.
SUE
No.
RICHARD (V.O.)
You obeyed me.
SUE
I loved you.
RICHARD (V.O.)
What’s the difference?
Sue looks at the remains of the child’s game.
Its title:
DREAM DATE
She crosses out DATE.
Writes:
BOY.
DREAM BOY.
FAST, PRECISE CUTS:
— Candy-pink paint covers the black board.
— The sigil disappears beneath a plastic spinner.
— Catalog faces become cards:
GARY. DEAN. ZANE. TOM.
— Hair is sealed inside four wax hearts.
Three pink. One black.
— Sue writes:
CHOOSE YOUR DREAM BOY.
WAIT FOR HIS CALL.
NEVER HANG UP FIRST.
A DREAM BOY ALWAYS GETS HIS GIRL.
Somewhere far away, Brooke SCREAMS.
The ink bleeds through the card.
Richard’s voice deepens.
Other voices join it. Men and women whispering together.
VOICE (V.O.)
The lonely feed the lonely.
The cardigan is filled now.
A MAN sits inside it, face hidden.
A hand reaches into the light. Too long. Too many joints.
It places a gold wedding band on the table.
Richard’s ring.
Sue touches it. Warm.
VOICE (V.O.)
Every heart they surrender keeps
you here.
Sue looks up.
The chair is empty again.
The basement door opens.
JANE DAWKINS, 20, appears at the top of the stairs. Bright.
Tipsy.
JANE
Sue?
Sue covers the clipping.
Jane descends with CHRISSY and MEGAN, wine coolers in hand.
Megan spots the game.
MEGAN
What’s that?
Sue slides Richard’s ring onto her finger.
Her grief disappears behind a warm smile.
SUE
Something I found.
Jane picks up Gary’s card.
JANE
Oh my God.
The others crowd closer. Already choosing.
The pink telephone RINGS.
FLASH.
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The Black Heart
INT. SUE’S CLOSET – NIGHT (BACK TO PRESENT)
Riley GASPS.
The Polaroid drops from her hand.
Lilly holds her upright.
LILLY
What happened?
Riley looks down.
The photograph lies at her feet.
Static again.
Sue and the three girls pose beside the Dream Boy box.
Three pink hearts. One black.
Riley stares at Sue’s black heart.
From somewhere beyond the closet --
A woman begins to LAUGH.
Brooke.
Riley’s head snaps toward the door.
RILEY
Brooke.
She grabs Lilly. They run.
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The Punchline
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Brooke sits alone, gripping the old Polaroid.
Her shoulders begin to shake -- quiet, contained sobs.
She curls sideways on the couch, clutching the photo.
She looks at the Polaroid again.
For a split second --
Her smiling self in the photo looks back at her... angry.
Brooke blinks.
It’s normal again.
She stares at it longer this time.
CLICK.
The TV snaps ON behind her. Static.
Brooke stiffens. Turns.
She yanks the power cord from the wall. The screen stays on.
The loose cord slithers across the floor -- CLICK. Replugs
itself.
CANNED LAUGH TRACK EXPLODES -- loud, mean.
The static bleeds into an image --
A COMEDY CLUB.
Red velvet curtains. Smoke.
A single mic under a blinding spotlight.
Onstage -- DEAN.
Perfect. Teeth white. Smile sharpened.
DEAN (ON TV)
Ladies and gentlemen... your
headliner tonight -- Brooke Jacobs.
Laughter detonates -- not just from the TV. It RATTLES the
walls.
Brooke clutches her stomach.
DEAN (ON TV) (CONT'D)
Come on, Brooke. Give us a joke.
The mic SHRIEKS with feedback.
Brooke opens her mouth -- Nothing. Her throat locks.
The laugh track ERUPTS again.
Brooke JERKS -- A laugh rips out of her, involuntary.
Then another.
She doubles over -- laughter convulsing her body.
BROOKE
Stop --
Her lips SPLIT at the corners. Blood dribbles down her chin.
The room PEELS AWAY. She’s standing in a SEA OF SHADOW-FACED
MEN -- on stage.
Tables pounding. Mouths open. Laughing.
The sound SHAKES her ribs.
CRACK.
Brooke’s jaw SNAPS wider.
She sobs. Tries to cover her mouth.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Please --
The audience CHANTS, rhythmic and hungry --
SHADOW AUDIENCE (V.O.)
Brooke! Brooke! Brooke!
Dean steps closer to Brooke.
DEAN (ON TV)
I’ve got a joke for you.
Brooke collapses to her knees.
Dean crouches. Cups her chin -- mockingly tender.
He smears her blood across her cheek like lipstick.
DEAN (CONT'D)
What do you call a girl who hides
behind jokes?
Brooke convulses. Her jaw UNHINGES.
Blood sprays across the mic as it DROPS from above --
The microphone sprouts wires -- metallic tendrils.
They coil around her arms -- yank her upright.
Brooke’s mouth tears wider -- a permanent grin.
Dean wraps an arm around her shoulders.
His eyes glow yellow. Teeth too long.
DEAN (CONT'D)
The punchline.
The faceless audience rises -- CLAPPING.
Brooke’s body goes limp -- dangling from the mic.
Her jaw hangs open -- split into a grotesque smile.
SMASH BACK TO LIVING ROOM
The TV flickers -- static.
The pink phone HUMS, satisfied.
On the rug --
Brooke lies slumped. Lifeless.
Lips torn. Smile frozen.
A faint laugh track wheezes from the dead TV.
The floorboards beneath her SOFTEN. Warp.
CREAK. POP.
They split -- dark and wet below.
Brooke’s body tilts -- slides.
Her face -- still smiling -- is the last thing visible before
the floor CLOSES around her.
The beams settle. Satisfied.
Then the room falls still.
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Possession and the Final Move
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Riley and Lilly burst in -- breathless, wild-eyed.
Fireplace embers glow low, dying.
LILLY
Brooke?
Her words echo -- thin, swallowed by the house.
Lilly turns in a slow circle, panic blooming fast.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Where the hell did she go?
She looks at Riley -- searching her face like it might have
answers.
Riley's attention is fixed near the couch.
On the rug --
An old MICROPHONE.
Wired. Scuffed. Slightly bent at the grille.
The cord snakes across the floor like it tried to crawl away
and gave up.
Lilly notices Riley’s stare.
Riley moves toward it. Careful not to rush.
She kneels. Picks it up.
The mic is faintly smeared with blood at the mouthpiece.
Still tacky.
Lilly swallows hard.
Riley sets the microphone on the coffee table.
Lilly stares at it.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Brooke?
Nothing.
The fireplace POPS.
Then --
BROOKE (O.S.)
Okay. I officially hate game night.
Riley and Lilly spin.
Brooke stands in the kitchen doorway.
Pale. Hoodie torn. Blood dried beneath her nose.
Lilly moves to hug her. Riley stops her.
RILEY
Where were you?
BROOKE
Dean. An audience. Then the
kitchen.
A laugh track murmurs in the walls. Brooke’s eyes flick
toward it.
Brooke looks toward the board.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
We need to finish the game.
In the window, Brooke’s reflection smiles. Brooke doesn’t.
Brooke moves toward the table.
Riley steps between her and the board.
RILEY
You wanted to quit.
BROOKE
And look how well that went.
She tries to move around Riley.
Riley blocks her.
Brooke’s smile tightens.
BROOKE (CONT'D)
Sue said the game has to finish.
Silence.
Lilly’s face changes.
LILLY
When did you talk to Sue?
Brooke freezes.
Behind her --
Her reflection in the dark kitchen window is smiling.
Brooke is not.
Riley sees it.
RILEY
Lil. Step away from her.
Brooke looks toward the window.
Her reflection raises one finger to its lips.
BROOKE
Don’t.
Her voice is no longer entirely hers.
An older woman breathes beneath it.
BROOKE / SUE
She’s frightened enough already.
Lilly releases Brooke’s hand.
Brooke’s fingers clamp down.
LILLY
You’re hurting me.
BROOKE / SUE
That’s what sisters are for.
Riley draws her knife.
Brooke pulls Lilly against her chest.
Her split smile widens.
A wet CRACK.
The corners of her mouth tear another inch.
BROOKE / SUE (CONT'D)
To hold each other together.
The canned audience ROARS.
Brooke grabs the hair doll from the table.
RILEY
Put it down.
BROOKE / SUE
You’ve always been very good at
giving orders.
Brooke holds the doll over the fireplace.
Riley lowers the knife slightly.
RILEY
Brooke.
For one instant, Brooke’s own eyes surface. Terrified.
BROOKE
Riley --
Sue’s smile forces itself back across her face.
BROOKE / SUE
She can hear you.
Brooke’s fingers open.
The doll falls --
Not into the flames.
Onto the stone lip beside them.
Sue’s smile vanishes.
Brooke shoves Lilly aside and bolts toward the hallway.
Riley hits the floor, doll clenched in one hand.
LILLY
Brooke!
At the foot of the stairs, Brooke stops. Turns.
Her jaw hangs at the wrong angle.
BROOKE / SUE
Come find your sister, Madam
President.
The lights cut out.
A burst of canned laughter.
When the lights return --
Brooke is gone.
Only wet footprints lead upstairs.
The quiet stretches.
RING.
Lilly freezes. Her breath stalls halfway in.
LILLY
It's my turn.
RING.
The sound slices through the room.
RILEY
Before four.
Lilly steps toward the coffee table.
RING.
She lifts the receiver on the third ring.
LILLY
(whisper)
Hello?
Static. Not white noise -- breathing. Close. Damp.
ZANE (V.O.)
Hello, Lilly.
Lilly stills.
LILLY
...Zane?
The lantern light dips -- then steadies.
ZANE (V.O.)
You always hesitate. Like you’re
waiting for permission to exist.
Lilly’s jaw tightens.
Riley watches her -- clocking every flicker.
LILLY
That’s not --
ZANE (V.O.)
-- They notice when they need
something. I notice when you're
quiet.
The game board on the table trembles. Lilly’s heart figurine
shivers in place.
ZANE (V.O.)
You don’t want to disappear. You
want someone to notice when you do.
Lilly’s knuckles whiten around the receiver.
RILEY
(quiet)
Lilly.
ZANE (V.O.)
Disappear into me. And I’ll make
you unforgettable.
The word lingers. Un-for-get-ta-ble.
The plastic receiver softens in Lilly’s grip.
The phone ripples like something breathing under latex.
LILLY
Riley --
The receiver swells in her hand. The seam splits with a wet,
intimate sound.
A FINGER pushes through. Perfect. Manicured.
It flexes. Then another finger.
Then a hand -- sliding free of the receiver.
Lilly can’t move. The hand cups her cheek. Tender.
Riley lunges -- grabs Lilly’s wrist -- pulls.
The hand tightens.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Help --
The palm presses over Lilly’s mouth. The sound cuts off.
RILEY
Lilly! Look at me!
Lilly’s eyes snap to Riley.
The hand PUSHES.
The thumb wedges between her lips. Forces inward.
The fingers curl deeper against Lilly’s face.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Tell it the truth!
The hand STILLS.
Lilly fights for air. Tears spill hot down her temples.
LILLY
(strangled, through the
hand)
I don’t want to be unforgettable.
The hand tightens -- panicked now. Ownership reasserting.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I just --
(choking)
I just want someone to notice if I
disappear.
Riley steps closer. Looks her dead in the eyes.
RILEY
You're not alone, Lil.
The hand falters -- tendons twitching backward.
In one clean motion, Riley draws the knife from her calf --
-- and drives it through the center of the palm.
A wet SHRIEK tears through the phone line.
Black-red fluid hisses where it hits the floor.
The hand recoils, snapping backward --
But the fingers cling to Lilly’s jaw, stretching unnaturally
long.
Riley tears the phone from Lilly’s hand and SLAMS it against
the table.
Once. Twice. The plastic fractures.
The hand snaps back with a wet POP -- vanishing into the
phone.
Riley drops the phone.
It hits the ground. Pulsing.
Lilly's eyes brim with tears.
RILEY (CONT'D)
You okay?
LILLY
I think so.
The broken phone twitches once. Then goes still.
Lilly wipes tears from her face, still shaking.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I thought it had me.
Riley looks toward the dark hallway.
RILEY
It's not done with you.
Riley stares at the ruined receiver.
RILEY (CONT'D)
We hurt it.
CLICK.
Both women freeze.
Shadows writhe across the wall.
RILEY (CONT'D)
The doll came through the phone.
Hair binds the game. We find ours,
we cut ourselves out.
Riley grabs Sue’s photograph and the doll.
Riley’s eyes burn steady, calm.
Riley moves toward the basement door. Focused. Fast.
Lilly follows close behind -- breath shallow, eyes darting.
Behind them --
THE LIVING ROOM. EMPTY.
The Dream Boy board sits alone on the coffee table.
Riley reaches the basement door, grabs the knob --
Behind them --
CLICK.
A soft, plastic sound.
Lilly freezes.
LILLY
Riley...
Riley turns.
From the living room --
The YELLOWED DIE LIFTS off the board.
It ROLLS across the pastel-pink surface.
CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.
The sound echoes unnaturally loud.
Riley and Lilly watch from the stair landing.
The die settles.
FIVE.
Lilly’s HEART FIGURINE SHUDDERS --
-- then SLIDES ON ITS OWN.
One space. Two. Three. Four. Five.
It STOPS.
The square beneath it reads:
LET’S PARTY.
The letters darken -- bleeding slightly, like fresh ink.
A low, distant THUMP-THUMP pulses through the walls.
LILLY (CONT'D)
(whisper)
I didn’t roll.
The board TICKS -- once -- like a clock finding its rhythm.
From somewhere deep in the house -- a faint sound drifts up.
MUSIC. Tinny. Warped.
The board’s surface SHIMMERS.
Confetti-like shadows skitter across the squares -- writhing,
celebratory.
The music spikes -- a burst of canned laughter underneath it.
Riley throws the basement door open.
Darkness yawns below.
RILEY
Let's move.
They descend fast -- disappearing into the shadows.
Behind them --
The Dream Boy board sits silent again.
The LET’S PARTY square glows.
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Hair Binds, Blood Releases
INT. BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS
They reach the bottom of the stairs.
Riley and Lilly slide down to the floor -- their breathing
fast and shallow.
Riley empties her pockets onto the floor.
Sue's photograph.
The crude hair doll.
She studies them.
LILLY
What are you looking for?
Riley picks up the doll.
Turns it over. Pulls gently.
The braided strands don't separate.
Riley touches the braid.
The instant her fingers make contact --
FLASHES:
-- Chelsea, twelve years old, scrubbing lipstick from her
teeth before school.
-- Brooke alone behind a locked bathroom door, one hand over
her mouth as someone pounds outside.
-- Lilly at her childhood birthday table. An empty chair
beside her. Candles burning down.
-- Riley beneath her bed as Ethan tears hair from her scalp.
Riley jerks her hand away.
The memories vanish.
LILLY (CONT'D)
What did you see?
Riley stares at the braided strands.
RILEY
Us.
LILLY
What do you mean?
RILEY
Things we never told anyone.
She looks toward the game.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Hair remembers.
FLASHES:
-- Sue threading hair through the paper hearts.
-- Hair sealed inside wax.
-- Sue's board:
HAIR BINDS.
BLOOD RELEASES.
Back to Riley.
She slowly nods. Looks at the doll.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Every time someone chose one of
them...
(beat)
...they gave it a piece of
themselves.
She looks toward the stairs.
RILEY (CONT'D)
That's how it keeps them.
Lilly looks frightened.
LILLY
Their hair.
Riley nods.
Lilly hugs her knees to her chest.
Riley meets Lilly's eyes -- something broken flickers behind
the resolve.
Riley breathes in -- slow. Controlled.
RILEY
The guy who stalked me in high
school...
Riley doesn’t let herself cry.
RILEY (CONT'D)
His name was Ethan. He followed me
home. Watched me sleep. Left
pictures where he knew I’d find
them.
Lilly absorbs this.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Nobody believed me until they were
standing over my hospital bed.
She looks at Lilly.
RILEY (CONT'D)
After that, I stopped waiting for
anyone to protect me.
CLICK.
Both girls freeze.
Their eyes flick to the ceiling vent above them.
Riley grips the hair doll, her knuckles white.
She rises and grabs the lantern.
The light flickers -- dims, pulses, like it’s being
smothered.
Above them --
CLICK.
Soft, mechanical, percussive.
Another CLICK.
POLAROIDS shoot out of the vent -- one by one, dropping to
the floor like snow.
The girls watch -- frozen in place -- as the photos scatter
on the floor around them.
Lilly kneels, picks one up.
A photo of Riley in the library. Tonight. Sleeping.
Another falls.
Riley picks up a photo.
It's Riley -- right now -- staring at the Polaroid.
Riley drops the lantern. The lights go out.
Then -- it flickers back on --
LILLY IS GONE.
Riley opens her mouth to call out.
Nothing comes. She swallows the sound instead.
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The Locked Door
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Lilly bursts through the basement door.
She spins back --
LILLY
Riley?
The door SLAMS.
Lilly grabs the knob. Pulls.
Nothing.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Riley!
She pounds the wood.
A faint POP behind her.
Lilly stops.
Another POP.
A pink balloon drifts down from the ceiling.
Then another.
The living room lights warm to a soft, golden glow.
Music seeps through the walls.
Thin. Cheerful.
Wrong.
Lilly turns.
The room has changed.
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The Birthday Trap
INT. PHANTOM PARTY – CONTINUOUS
Paper streamers unfurl across the ceiling.
Pink balloons bloom from the walls.
Every chair is occupied.
DOZENS OF GUESTS sit perfectly still. All facing Lilly.
A banner hangs above them:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LILLY.
At the center of the room --
A towering cake. Twenty candles.
Behind it stands ZANE. Beautiful. Patient. Waiting.
ZANE
There you are.
Lilly backs toward the basement door.
It is gone.
Wallpaper stretches unbroken behind her.
ZANE (CONT'D)
We almost started without you.
The guests smile.
Every mouth moves at the exact same time.
GUESTS
Happy birthday, Lilly.
Lilly’s eyes move through the crowd.
No Chelsea. No Brooke. No Riley.
LILLY
Where are they?
ZANE
They left.
LILLY
No.
ZANE
You were gone and they didn’t
notice.
The music skips. A single warped note repeating.
ZANE (CONT'D)
I did.
He gestures toward the cake.
ZANE (CONT'D)
Make your wish.
Lilly looks at the candles. The flames lean toward her.
ZANE (CONT'D)
You wanted a room where everybody
came for you.
LILLY
I wanted my friends.
His smile tightens.
ZANE
They forgot your birthday.
LILLY
They made a mistake.
ZANE
They always do.
A guest near Lilly turns its head.
Its face is smooth. No eyes. No mouth.
One by one, the other faces EMPTY.
Until an entire room of blank heads watches her.
Only Zane still has a face.
Lilly’s eyes fill.
ZANE reaches out his hand.
ZANE (CONT'D)
You never have to disappear again.
Lilly looks at his hand.
For one aching moment --
She wants to take it.
Then --
A MUFFLED THUD behind the wall.
Lilly looks up.
Another THUD.
A voice, faint beneath the music --
RILEY (O.S.)
Lilly!
Zane’s hand closes into a fist.
ZANE
She’s too late.
LILLY
No.
RILEY (O.S.)
LILLY!
The wall behind the birthday banner BULGES.
Wallpaper tears.
A KNIFE BLADE punches through.
Rips downward.
Riley forces herself through the opening --
Knife in hand.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Get away from her.
The blank guests turn toward Riley. All at once.
Zane smiles.
ZANE
You weren’t invited.
RILEY
Neither were you.
The guests rise. Dozens of chairs scrape backward in perfect
unison.
ZANE
She chose me.
LILLY
No.
Zane looks at her.
Lilly steps toward Riley.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I chose them.
Zane’s face flickers.
For a frame --
Black eyes. Too many teeth.
Then beautiful again.
ZANE
They will leave you.
LILLY
Maybe someday.
She reaches Riley. Takes her hand.
LILLY (CONT'D)
But she came back tonight.
Riley grips her hand.
The party trembles. The banner peels loose.
Balloons shiver violently against the ceiling.
ZANE
You don’t know what she is.
RILEY
She can answer for herself.
The cake candles FLARE.
Zane’s shadow stretches across the room --
Long arms. Jointed fingers. Something enormous pretending to
be a man.
ZANE
She answered my call.
RILEY
Being lonely isn’t consent.
A CRACK splits through the cake.
Black liquid pours from its center.
Zane’s smile disappears.
ZANE
Then you can disappear together.
The blank guests LUNGE.
Riley pulls Lilly toward the torn wall.
Hands seize Lilly’s clothes.
Her hair.
Her ankles.
Lilly hits the floor.
RILEY
Hold on!
Riley locks both hands around Lilly’s wrists.
The crowd drags Lilly backward.
Riley slides across the floor with her.
LILLY
Riley --
RILEY
Look at me.
Lilly does.
RILEY (CONT'D)
You’re here.
The guests pull harder.
RILEY (CONT'D)
You’re here and I see you.
Lilly plants one foot.
Then the other.
She pulls with Riley.
LILLY
I’m here.
The guests begin to fracture.
Hairline cracks spreading across their blank faces.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I’m still here.
Their heads BURST into pink confetti.
The force throws Riley and Lilly through the torn wall.
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The Breach
INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
They hit the hardwood.
The phantom party IMPLODES behind them.
Golden light collapses into darkness.
Balloons pop in rapid succession.
POP. POP. POP. POP.
Then silence.
Lilly coughs.
Riley rolls over, grabs her shoulders.
RILEY
Lil.
Lilly looks at her. Alive.
LILLY
You came back.
Riley nearly breaks.
RILEY
I said I would.
They hold each other for one breath.
A heavy impact shakes the front door.
Then another.
Outside --
FOUR SHADOWS gather behind the frosted glass.
Lilly stands.
LILLY
The attic.
Riley looks at her.
LILLY (CONT'D)
The sigil was burned into the
ceiling above us.
Riley grabs the hair doll. Sue’s photograph. The knife.
The front door SPLINTERS inward.
A hand reaches through. Perfect skin. Manicured nails. Too
many knuckles.
Riley takes Lilly’s hand.
RILEY
Don’t let go.
They run.
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The Staircase Chase
INT. STAIRCASE – CONTINUOUS
Riley and Lilly race upward.
The stairs LENGTHEN beneath them.
Each step stretches away as they climb.
Behind them --
GARY emerges from the living-room dark.
DEAN beside him.
ZANE.
TOM.
Four perfect smiles. Four sets of footsteps. Synchronized.
Lilly glances back.
LILLY
They’re coming.
RILEY
Keep moving.
The hallway contracts. Walls close around them.
Riley reaches the attic ladder. Yanks it down.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Go.
Lilly climbs.
Riley follows.
One of the Dream Boys reaches the landing.
TOM. Soft eyes. Harmless smile.
TOM
Riley.
Riley freezes halfway through the hatch. Lilly reaches down.
LILLY
Don’t listen.
Riley grabs her hand.
The hallway goes BLACK.
A sharp intake of breath above. A muffled struggle.
Light returns.
Lilly's hand is still waiting.
Riley grabs her hand.
Lilly pulls her up.
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The Final Turn
INT. ATTIC – CONTINUOUS
Riley rolls inside.
Lilly slams the hatch.
The Dream Boys strike it from below.
BOOM.
Dust falls.
BOOM.
The attic is cathedral-sized.
Black candles bend toward a burning SIGIL carved into the
floorboards.
At its center --
The DREAM BOY board. The pink phone.
The four pink hearts circle the path. Three have reached the
end: Chelsea. Brooke. Lilly.
Riley’s remains near the beginning.
At the center, Sue’s black heart sits inside its recessed
space, split nearly through.
Riley sees Lilly’s piece. Then looks at Lilly beside her.
Lilly sees it too.
LILLY
How can I be there?
Riley moves toward the game.
LILLY (CONT'D)
Wait.
Riley stops.
Lilly’s voice trembles.
LILLY (CONT'D)
What if Sue was right? What if
finishing keeps everyone here?
Riley studies her. Something has changed.
RILEY
You don’t want everyone here.
Lilly smiles faintly.
LILLY
Of course I do.
RILEY
No.
Riley raises the knife.
RILEY (CONT'D)
You wanted someone to notice when
you were gone.
Lilly’s smile holds.
RILEY (CONT'D)
Not someone who’d never let you
leave.
The smile becomes older.
LILLY
Such an important distinction.
Riley’s eyes harden.
RILEY
Where is she?
“Lilly” looks down at her body. Almost admiring it.
LILLY
She was frightened.
Her posture straightens. Shoulders drawing back. Prim.
Controlled.
LILLY (CONT'D)
I only gave her somewhere safe to
wait.
Her hair begins to gray at the roots.
Her face stretches --
Lilly’s features sliding across bone like wet paper.
Riley does not look away.
LILLY / SUE
The girls always think freedom
means being left alone.
The transformation completes.
SUE stands before Riley. Old. Elegant.
One hand still wearing Richard’s wedding ring.
Riley’s face breaks for half a second.
RILEY
You let me pull you out.
SUE
You pulled her out. I only took her
back.
Riley lunges.
Sue flicks one hand.
The attic floor splits between them.
A dark OVAL MOUTH opens inside the sigil.
Deep within it --
The real LILLY claws upward through layers of writhing hair.
Beside her --
CHELSEA behind broken glass.
BROOKE suspended in microphone wire.
All three trapped inside the dark.
LILLY
Riley!
Riley starts toward her.
Sue steps between them.
SUE
Take my place and they come back.
RILEY
Why now?
Sue’s eyes flick toward the black heart.
The crack creeps farther through the wax.
SUE
It was never meant to hold this
long.
RILEY
What happens when it breaks?
SUE
Every year it kept from me comes
back.
A gray fissure races across Sue’s cheek --
Then disappears beneath perfect skin.
SUE (CONT'D)
By morning, there won’t be enough
of me left to hold my place.
(beat)
A president continues the house.
Sue’s composure flickers.
The attic hatch EXPLODES upward.
Gary climbs through.
Then Dean.
Zane.
Tom appears behind Riley in the cracked mirror.
All four Dream Boys turn toward one another.
Bodies folding. Faces collapsing. Limbs pulling inward.
The four Dream Boys become one gaunt figure...
ETHAN.
He stands beside Sue.
Riley’s breath catches.
Her knife rises.
ETHAN
You answered.
RILEY
I was afraid. That isn't the same
as choosing you.
Riley glances toward Lilly inside the mouth.
Lilly meets her eyes. Still there.
Riley steadies.
Ethan’s face flickers.
Sue stands beside him, watching Riley.
SUE
Take my place and you never lose
another sister.
RILEY
They’re my sisters. Not my
property.
The phone RINGS again.
Sue looks toward it.
SUE
One final turn.
Riley studies the board. The rules. The pieces. The three
hearts at the finish.
Then Sue’s blackened piece.
RING.
Sue picks up the phone. Listens.
Only static. She hangs up.
The board flashes: ROLL.
RILEY
You made this.
SUE
I gave girls what they wanted.
Riley takes Sue’s piece.
RILEY
You taught it what to promise.
Sue’s composure cracks.
Riley looks at the three claimed hearts.
A strand of hair is sealed inside each one.
Chelsea’s. Brooke’s. Lilly’s.
Riley looks down at her own heart piece.
A dark strand coils inside the pink wax. Her hair.
Sue moves toward her.
SUE
Put that down.
Riley smashes her heart piece against the floor.
CRACK.
The wax splits. Her hair spills free.
The sigil FLARES.
Sue recoils.
Riley draws the knife across her palm.
Blood wells.
She closes her fist around her own hair.
Blood soaks through it.
The strand curls --
Then burns to ash.
The board SHRIEKS.
A CRACK races from Riley’s empty space across the board --
Branching toward the three claimed hearts.
Their wax fractures, but holds.
Riley’s piece topples over --
Free.
The three claimed hearts begin to tremble.
Inside the mouth --
CHELSEA. BROOKE. LILLY.
Visible beneath the dark. Trapped. Reaching.
Sue lunges.
Riley snatches the yellow die.
SUE (CONT'D)
The game must be finished.
Riley rolls.
The die tumbles across the board.
Stops.
SIX.
Riley does not move her own piece.
She moves SUE’S.
RILEY
It's your turn. You answered last.
One space. Two. Three.
Sue’s face drains.
SUE
No.
Four. Five.
Sue rushes her.
Six.
Riley places Sue’s piece on the final space.
The board CHIMES. Bright. Cheerful.
DREAM BOY CLAIMED.
The pink phone RINGS.
Sue freezes.
RILEY
Answer it.
Second RING.
SUE
I kept this house alive.
RILEY
You kept yourself alive.
Sue backs away. The mouth opens beneath her.
Hair lashes from the darkness and coils around her ankles.
Third RING.
The hair climbs Sue’s legs. Her glamour tears away. Skin
collapses. Hair whitens.
Decades hit her all at once.
SUE
Riley --
Fourth RING.
The receiver lifts from its cradle by itself.
A man’s voice breathes through it.
RICHARD (V.O.)
Susannah.
Sue breaks.
SUE
Richard?
The hair yanks her toward the mouth.
She claws at the floor.
SUE (CONT'D)
Please.
Sue looks at Riley, terrified.
The mouth inhales.
Sue slides to the edge and grabs Riley’s wrist.
Riley drops to one knee.
Sue hangs over the dark.
SUE (CONT'D)
Don’t let it take me.
Riley stares at the woman who fed girl after girl into the
same hunger.
RILEY
You taught it how.
Sue’s nails dig into her skin. The pull intensifies.
Riley’s boot skids. She drives the knife through Sue’s hand
and into the floor.
Sue SCREAMS. Her grip opens.
The hair rips her backward. She falls into the mouth. The
phone follows.
The board folds in on itself --
Pink cardboard snapping like bone.
The mouth SLAMS shut.
Silence.
Every candle dies.
Riley collapses.
Her breath saws in and out.
Then --
A soft cracking sound.
Chelsea’s heart piece splits.
A strand of hair rises from it and turns to ash.
Then Brooke’s.
Then Lilly’s.
The three heart pieces collapse.
Downstairs—
A MIRROR SHATTERS.
A FLOORBOARD SPLITS.
A BALLOON POPS.
Riley looks toward the attic hatch.
Then runs.
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Holding On
INT. LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
Across the living room --
The floorboards buckle upward.
Brooke’s hand punches through.
The cracked mirror above the mantel liquefies.
Chelsea spills through it onto the floor.
Near the couch --
A cloud of pink confetti gathers in midair.
It folds inward.
Lilly drops from it, hitting the floor hard.
Chelsea coughs.
Brooke sucks in a ragged breath.
Lilly’s fingers move.
Riley crosses to them, overwhelmed.
Chelsea looks toward the cracked mirror.
Her reflection is bruised. Unfiltered. Exactly in step.
CHELSEA
I look terrible.
Brooke turns her head.
BROOKE
Please tell me I missed the ending.
Brooke starts to cry.
Lilly opens her hand.
A single piece of pink confetti rests in her palm. An eye
printed across it -- her own.
She looks at Riley.
LILLY
You noticed.
Riley kneels beside her.
RILEY
I noticed.
Lilly takes her hand.
Chelsea reaches for Brooke.
Brooke reaches for Riley.
The four of them hold on -- the house silent now.
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The Mirror's Release
INT. SUE’S ROOM - PRE-DAWN
The vanity mirror is clouded with frost.
A CRACK travels across the glass.
Then another.
Riley, Lilly, Chelsea, and Brooke appear in the doorway.
Inside the mirror --
JANE. CHRISSY. MEGAN.
No longer waxy. No hollow eyes.
They look exactly as they did in 1983.
Jane presses her hand to the glass.
Lilly steps closer.
LILLY
Jane?
Jane looks at her -- recognition passing through her face.
Then smiles.
Behind the three girls, morning light begins to rise.
Chrissy takes Jane’s hand.
Megan takes Chrissy’s.
The frost melts downward.
Their reflections dissolve with it --
Released.
On the vanity beneath the mirror --
Three old braids of hair crumble into ash.
The mirror clears.
Only Riley, Lilly, Chelsea, and Brooke remain.
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Boundaries in the Snow
INT. POLICE CRUISER – MORNING
Riley sits alone in the back seat, wrapped in a gray blanket.
Snowmelt drips from her loose hair onto the rubber floor.
Outside, paramedics move through the white haze.
Beyond the glass --
Chelsea sits on the rear step of an ambulance, blanket tight
around her shoulders. A white streak cuts through her hair.
An EMT tries to examine her face.
Chelsea pushes his hand away.
Even from here, Riley can read her lips:
CHELSEA
I’m fine.
Nearby --
Brooke lies on a gurney, thin bandages covering the corners
of her mouth.
She says something to Lilly. Lilly laughs. Brooke smiles.
Lilly turns toward the cruiser.
Finds Riley behind the glass.
She raises one hand.
Riley raises hers.
Holds it there.
Her phone RINGS.
Riley looks down.
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
A second RING.
Her thumb hovers over DECLINE.
Then she answers.
Says nothing.
Silence.
Then breathing. Slow. Heavy.
Riley’s hand tightens around the phone.
Her other hand drifts toward her calf.
Stops before reaching the knife.
She looks through the window again.
Her friends are still there.
Then she looks at her reflection in the plexiglass.
Bruised. Exhausted. Present.
In for four. Hold. Out for six.
Her hand steadies.
RILEY
You don’t get to call me anymore.
She hangs up.
The screen goes black.
For a beat, Riley sees herself reflected there.
Her own face. No delay.
The cruiser begins to move.
Through the rear window --
Lilly still has her hand raised.
Riley watches until the ambulance lights disappear into the
snowfall.
Then turns forward.
SMASH TO BLACK.
THE END