Script blog for Short Film

 Hey blog! It’s me again! Today i will present my script for my short film

FADE IN 

SCENE 1 – Living Room at Night 

A dimly lit suburban home. A storm rumbles outside, rattling the windows. RILEY (19), a babysitter, sits on the couch, lazily scrolling through her phone. LANA (8), a pale and quiet child, sits cross-legged on the floor, drawing in a notebook. 

RILEY 

(chuckles) 

You have been s quiet all  

You’ve been so quiet all night, Lana. You sure you’re not a robot? 

 

Lana looks up at her, expression unreadable, then flips her notebook to a blank page and scribbles something. She holds it up: 

 

“She’s watching.” 

 

RILEY 

(frowning) 

Uh… who’s watching? 

 

Lana points toward the dark hallway leading to the bedrooms. Riley follows her gaze—just darkness. 

 

RILEY 

Nice try. You trying to freak me out? 

 

Lana shakes her head, eyes wide. She flips another page and writes frantically: “We have to leave.” 

 

A faint GIGGLE echoes from the hallway. 

 

RILEY 

(startled) 

Hello? 

 

Silence. Riley stands slowly, peering into the dark. She grabs a flashlight from the table. 

 

RILEY 

Stay here. 

 

Lana tugs on Riley’s arm desperately, shaking her head. Her notebook now reads: “DON’T GO.” 

 

RILEY 

(smirking) 

I’ll be right back. No ghosts are gonna eat me. 

 

She turns on the flashlight and steps cautiously toward the hallway. Behind her, Lana clutches her notebook, trembling. 

SCENE 2 – INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT 

 

The hallway is darker than before, the air thick and heavy. Riley’s flashlight flickers as she walks deeper inside. 

 

RILEY 

(muttering) 

Old houses, man. Always creepy at night. 

 

A SOFT WHISPER brushes against her ear. 

 

WHISPER (O.S.) 

You shouldn’t be here. 

 

Riley spins around, her breath hitching. No one is there. 

 

RILEY 

Okay, nope. I am officially creeped out. 

 

She turns to head back, but the hallway stretches, impossibly long. The living room seems miles away. 

 

RILEY 

(small laugh) 

…What the hell? 

 

A door at the end of the hallway CREAKS open by itself. Riley’s flashlight flickers wildly, then dies. She curses under her breath, tapping it. A GIGGLE comes from the open door. 

 

AMANEÉ (O.S.) 

(playful) 

I see you. 

 

Riley’s breath quickens. She fumbles for her phone light, but before she can turn it on— 

 

A SHADOW darts across the hallway. Riley YELPS and stumbles backward. 

 

RILEY 

Nope! NOPE! I’m done! 

 

She runs back toward the living room, but the hallway suddenly SHORTENS back to normal. 

 

Lana is standing at the entrance, holding up her notebook. It reads: “It’s her.” 

SCENE 3 – INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT 

 

Riley slams the flashlight onto the table, trying to catch her breath. 

 

RILEY 

Okay, kiddo, you wanna tell me what’s going on?! 

 

Lana scribbles frantically in her notebook and holds it up: “Amaneé.” 

 

RILEY 

(confused) 

Who’s Amaneé? 

 

Lana swallows hard and flips the page, writing slowly this time: 

 

“My sister. She’s not alive.” 

 

The room grows colder. The lights dim, flickering. Riley looks at Lana, eyes widening. 

 

RILEY 

(scoffs, nervous) 

Very funny. Ghost sister, huh? Well, let’s— 

 

A sudden CRASH—a picture frame FALLS off the wall, shattering. Riley jumps. Lana points toward the hallway. Riley follows her gaze and— 

 

A FIGURE is standing at the end of the hallway. A GIRL. Long black hair, face obscured, body barely visible in the dim light. 

 

RILEY 

(whispers) 

Holy— 

 

The girl tilts her head. The lights flicker violently. Riley grabs Lana’s hand. 

 

RILEY 

We’re leaving. Now. 

SCENE 4 – INT. KITCHEN – NIGHT 

 

Riley pulls Lana toward the back door. She fumbles with the lock, but it won’t budge. 

 

RILEY 

Come on, come on! 

 

A slow, deliberate KNOCK echoes from the window above the sink. Riley freezes, then slowly looks up. 

 

AMANEÉ is outside. Pale face, hollow black eyes, grinning. 

 

RILEY 

(screaming) 

NOPE! 

 

She grabs a knife from the counter. The lights flicker out completely. In the darkness, a whisper brushes past her ear: 

 

AMANEÉ (O.S.) 

I never left. 

 

The sound of BARE FEET padding across the floor behind her. Riley spins around, slashing with the knife— 

 

Nothing’s there. Silence. 

 

Lana taps Riley’s arm. Riley turns to see Lana holding her notebook again. The page is shaking in her hands. It reads: 

 

“She’s inside.” 

 

A HAND suddenly GRABS Riley’s ankle from under the kitchen table. She SCREAMS and KICKS away, grabbing Lana and bolting out of the kitchen. 

SCENE 5 – INT. FRONT DOOR – NIGHT 

 

Riley and Lana reach the front door. Riley yanks at the lock, struggling. 

 

RILEY 

Please, please, please— 

 

Lana suddenly stops moving. Riley turns—Lana is staring at something behind her, eyes full of tears. 

 

Riley hesitates, then slowly turns her head. 

 

Amaneé is inches away. Smiling. 

 

AMANEÉ 

(low, whispering) 

Stay. 

 

The door SLAMS shut. The house plunges into total darkness. 

FADE TO BLACK. 

 

The screen stays black as a final sound echoes— 

 

A CHILD’S GIGGLE. 

 

FADE OUT.