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A rainy and depressing looking night in NYC. A smartly dressed woman leaves a taxi and shows obvious signs of pain. She strokes the side of her head and hands over her money, then staggers away to the door of an apartment block.
She has to stop halfway and drops her bag. Takes deep breaths and carrys on. She enters the building which looks grey and tired. Enters the lift - and stares at her self in the mirror. Leaning forward and widening her eyes to look for signs of tiredness.
She then leaves the lift and her condition worsens - she now cluthches at her stomach and begins to show evidence of nausea. Paleness and sweating. Her hair looks old and scraggy.
We see her enter her apartment - on the top floor - and immediately take some pain killers. Followed by getting changed for bed and lying down, then turning the lights off.
The tension is built by the sound of a heart beating, growing steadily faster. Slow but moving stringed instruments create the accompanying musical score. We feel that something will happen soon.
The womans eyes close and we suddenly get a feeling of calm. The heart rate slows, and we are given the impression that she has fallen asleep.
Then just seconds later, the woman wakes and is screaming with what appears to be extreme pain. She is waving her arms around as if unattatched from her bed. Her eyes clearly visible - staring wildly through the darkened room.
Atmospheric music has turned to frantic strings and percussion, with a heavy but fast underlying beat.
Heart rate is so loud our speakers are flapping and distorting.
And then as if from nowhere the woman is forced down into her bed, bounces a foot into the air, lands again, and appears to have been crushed.
Her bones are mostly broken and her torso seems twisted - one of her legs facing the wrong way and her skull broken out onto the pillow.
All goes quiet, and the only sound we hear is the cars passing buy on the street below
The camera darkens as if to cast shadow on the grotesque remains of the woman.
Cut to daylight - we see the appartment building. Another woman clearly hysterical. We find that this woman is her sister. She is comforted by a policeman. The building has been cordened off and the camera sweeps high and wide - speeding up slightly to zoom into the window of the womans apartment.
We move through the glass and see her room - now almost empty, police rummaging around and a shiny plastic type material covering many of the surfaces. We spin round and see the womans bed. Covered with blood and heavily dented. The legs appear to have buckled from the weight of the woman landing.
The camera than turns again and begins to move towards a second window. It moves through again and points downwards towards the sidewalk below. We see the police vehicles and a large croud of people. Flashing lights and surging movement all over. The camera falls swiftly towards the pavement and stops suddenly as we reach the sidewalk.
It looks up towards a policeman - clearly higly ranking - as he stares back up towards the room at the top of the building. The building now at the bottom of our screen. We see he is unshaven and his coat is being blown in the strong wind.
He speaks: "Someone better call the Bureau"
Thats an idea I had ages ago. It centres around some kind of mind drug, being tested on ordinary people. It induces some kind of horrific event in a persons mind and their mind and body believe it, so the effects actually happen. In this case the woman felt she had fallen from her window to the pavement below. But remained on the top floor with all the signs of having fallen.
It's kinda got a nightmare on elmstreet quality to it, and I'm sure many other people have had similar ideas.
She has to stop halfway and drops her bag. Takes deep breaths and carrys on. She enters the building which looks grey and tired. Enters the lift - and stares at her self in the mirror. Leaning forward and widening her eyes to look for signs of tiredness.
She then leaves the lift and her condition worsens - she now cluthches at her stomach and begins to show evidence of nausea. Paleness and sweating. Her hair looks old and scraggy.
We see her enter her apartment - on the top floor - and immediately take some pain killers. Followed by getting changed for bed and lying down, then turning the lights off.
The tension is built by the sound of a heart beating, growing steadily faster. Slow but moving stringed instruments create the accompanying musical score. We feel that something will happen soon.
The womans eyes close and we suddenly get a feeling of calm. The heart rate slows, and we are given the impression that she has fallen asleep.
Then just seconds later, the woman wakes and is screaming with what appears to be extreme pain. She is waving her arms around as if unattatched from her bed. Her eyes clearly visible - staring wildly through the darkened room.
Atmospheric music has turned to frantic strings and percussion, with a heavy but fast underlying beat.
Heart rate is so loud our speakers are flapping and distorting.
And then as if from nowhere the woman is forced down into her bed, bounces a foot into the air, lands again, and appears to have been crushed.
Her bones are mostly broken and her torso seems twisted - one of her legs facing the wrong way and her skull broken out onto the pillow.
All goes quiet, and the only sound we hear is the cars passing buy on the street below
The camera darkens as if to cast shadow on the grotesque remains of the woman.
Cut to daylight - we see the appartment building. Another woman clearly hysterical. We find that this woman is her sister. She is comforted by a policeman. The building has been cordened off and the camera sweeps high and wide - speeding up slightly to zoom into the window of the womans apartment.
We move through the glass and see her room - now almost empty, police rummaging around and a shiny plastic type material covering many of the surfaces. We spin round and see the womans bed. Covered with blood and heavily dented. The legs appear to have buckled from the weight of the woman landing.
The camera than turns again and begins to move towards a second window. It moves through again and points downwards towards the sidewalk below. We see the police vehicles and a large croud of people. Flashing lights and surging movement all over. The camera falls swiftly towards the pavement and stops suddenly as we reach the sidewalk.
It looks up towards a policeman - clearly higly ranking - as he stares back up towards the room at the top of the building. The building now at the bottom of our screen. We see he is unshaven and his coat is being blown in the strong wind.
He speaks: "Someone better call the Bureau"
Thats an idea I had ages ago. It centres around some kind of mind drug, being tested on ordinary people. It induces some kind of horrific event in a persons mind and their mind and body believe it, so the effects actually happen. In this case the woman felt she had fallen from her window to the pavement below. But remained on the top floor with all the signs of having fallen.
It's kinda got a nightmare on elmstreet quality to it, and I'm sure many other people have had similar ideas.
very orignal. Excruciatingly original. You Should get a Production from any Hollywood Production Company. Maybe you should call it "Susans Plan 2"
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A rainy and depressing looking night in NYC. A smartly dressed woman leaves a taxi and shows obvious signs of pain. She strokes the side of her head and hands over her money, then staggers away to the door of an apartment block.
She has to stop halfway and drops her bag. Takes deep breaths and carrys on. She enters the building which looks grey and tired. Enters the lift - and stares at her self in the mirror. Leaning forward and widening her eyes to look for signs of tiredness.
She then leaves the lift and her condition worsens - she now cluthches at her stomach and begins to show evidence of nausea. Paleness and sweating. Her hair looks old and scraggy.
We see her enter her apartment - on the top floor - and immediately take some pain killers. Followed by getting changed for bed and lying down, then turning the lights off.
The tension is built by the sound of a heart beating, growing steadily faster. Slow but moving stringed instruments create the accompanying musical score. We feel that something will happen soon.
The womans eyes close and we suddenly get a feeling of calm. The heart rate slows, and we are given the impression that she has fallen asleep.
Then just seconds later, the woman wakes and is screaming with what appears to be extreme pain. She is waving her arms around as if unattatched from her bed. Her eyes clearly visible - staring wildly through the darkened room.
Atmospheric music has turned to frantic strings and percussion, with a heavy but fast underlying beat.
Heart rate is so loud our speakers are flapping and distorting.
And then as if from nowhere the woman is forced down into her bed, bounces a foot into the air, lands again, and appears to have been crushed.
Her bones are mostly broken and her torso seems twisted - one of her legs facing the wrong way and her skull broken out onto the pillow.
All goes quiet, and the only sound we hear is the cars passing buy on the street below
The camera darkens as if to cast shadow on the grotesque remains of the woman.
Cut to daylight - we see the appartment building. Another woman clearly hysterical. We find that this woman is her sister. She is comforted by a policeman. The building has been cordened off and the camera sweeps high and wide - speeding up slightly to zoom into the window of the womans apartment.
We move through the glass and see her room - now almost empty, police rummaging around and a shiny plastic type material covering many of the surfaces. We spin round and see the womans bed. Covered with blood and heavily dented. The legs appear to have buckled from the weight of the woman landing.
The camera than turns again and begins to move towards a second window. It moves through again and points downwards towards the sidewalk below. We see the police vehicles and a large croud of people. Flashing lights and surging movement all over. The camera falls swiftly towards the pavement and stops suddenly as we reach the sidewalk.
It looks up towards a policeman - clearly higly ranking - as he stares back up towards the room at the top of the building. The building now at the bottom of our screen. We see he is unshaven and his coat is being blown in the strong wind.
He speaks: "Someone better call the Bureau"
Thats an idea I had ages ago. It centres around some kind of mind drug, being tested on ordinary people. It induces some kind of horrific event in a persons mind and their mind and body believe it, so the effects actually happen. In this case the woman felt she had fallen from her window to the pavement below. But remained on the top floor with all the signs of having fallen.
It's kinda got a nightmare on elmstreet quality to it, and I'm sure many other people have had similar ideas.
She has to stop halfway and drops her bag. Takes deep breaths and carrys on. She enters the building which looks grey and tired. Enters the lift - and stares at her self in the mirror. Leaning forward and widening her eyes to look for signs of tiredness.
She then leaves the lift and her condition worsens - she now cluthches at her stomach and begins to show evidence of nausea. Paleness and sweating. Her hair looks old and scraggy.
We see her enter her apartment - on the top floor - and immediately take some pain killers. Followed by getting changed for bed and lying down, then turning the lights off.
The tension is built by the sound of a heart beating, growing steadily faster. Slow but moving stringed instruments create the accompanying musical score. We feel that something will happen soon.
The womans eyes close and we suddenly get a feeling of calm. The heart rate slows, and we are given the impression that she has fallen asleep.
Then just seconds later, the woman wakes and is screaming with what appears to be extreme pain. She is waving her arms around as if unattatched from her bed. Her eyes clearly visible - staring wildly through the darkened room.
Atmospheric music has turned to frantic strings and percussion, with a heavy but fast underlying beat.
Heart rate is so loud our speakers are flapping and distorting.
And then as if from nowhere the woman is forced down into her bed, bounces a foot into the air, lands again, and appears to have been crushed.
Her bones are mostly broken and her torso seems twisted - one of her legs facing the wrong way and her skull broken out onto the pillow.
All goes quiet, and the only sound we hear is the cars passing buy on the street below
The camera darkens as if to cast shadow on the grotesque remains of the woman.
Cut to daylight - we see the appartment building. Another woman clearly hysterical. We find that this woman is her sister. She is comforted by a policeman. The building has been cordened off and the camera sweeps high and wide - speeding up slightly to zoom into the window of the womans apartment.
We move through the glass and see her room - now almost empty, police rummaging around and a shiny plastic type material covering many of the surfaces. We spin round and see the womans bed. Covered with blood and heavily dented. The legs appear to have buckled from the weight of the woman landing.
The camera than turns again and begins to move towards a second window. It moves through again and points downwards towards the sidewalk below. We see the police vehicles and a large croud of people. Flashing lights and surging movement all over. The camera falls swiftly towards the pavement and stops suddenly as we reach the sidewalk.
It looks up towards a policeman - clearly higly ranking - as he stares back up towards the room at the top of the building. The building now at the bottom of our screen. We see he is unshaven and his coat is being blown in the strong wind.
He speaks: "Someone better call the Bureau"
Thats an idea I had ages ago. It centres around some kind of mind drug, being tested on ordinary people. It induces some kind of horrific event in a persons mind and their mind and body believe it, so the effects actually happen. In this case the woman felt she had fallen from her window to the pavement below. But remained on the top floor with all the signs of having fallen.
It's kinda got a nightmare on elmstreet quality to it, and I'm sure many other people have had similar ideas.