LA1: Carry out a pre-production (Script)

1. INT. Luke's Bedroom In a silent, dark, room. Luke tosses and turns in his sleep as something in his mind is discomforting him. Collections of moonlight and streetlights batter the windows of his room trying to infiltrate the blackened corners of his bedroom. Dead silence, all is quiet. Not even the sounds of wind or passing vechiles outside. An Eerie chill atmosphere starts to rise. 2.int. Staircase Suddenly the sound of stereo music erupts from down stairs. His eyes prick open, he gets up and walks down stairs turning his laden light on. 3.int. Sitting room/Dining room Walking past his shadowy light sitting room, He approaches the source of the noise in the dining room. He sees the stereo turned on. Half-asleep and yet somewhat suripised he turns it off. Rubs his eyes and slowly starts walking up back to bed. Suddenly, It starts playing again, he turns around once more and switches it off again. LUKE Muttering "Must be Just hearing things" Just as he is on the 5th step of the stairs, the stereo starts up again. This time he rushes up to it and switches it off once more. This time pulling out the plug completely(frustratingly). LUKE Muttering "The stupid things broken" 4.int. Staircase Halfway up the stairs frustrated with his sleep disturbance, mixed with his ongoing illusions the stereo starts up once again. He looks down into the Dining room though the gap of his stairs. The stereo unplugged playing by itself. He is startled when a shadowy, dark, haunting, black figure sits upon the chair near it. In extreme panic he runs up stairs and slams the bedroom door behind him and retreat to his bed petrified sitting up completely and utterly frozen. 5.Int. Luke's Bedroom Eyes poised with fear, Luke stares intensely at his closed bedroom door. Suddenly, loud, slow, footsteps approach his room slowly getting louder and louder as they travel up the stairs. Closer they became. Closer and closer they came. So close that they were literally outside his door finally. Barley able to withstand the tourmentmant of the footsteps themselves, Luke retreats his body into the bed sheets and pillows. Shaking and trebling in sickening fear. The door handle painfully pulls down slowly as the creaking of the door hingers screeched and squirmed. Blackness covers the room as the shadowed figure creeps in as it's footsteps approach the left hand side of the bed. Luke squishes his eyes shut as the figure comes into literal breathing distance. He suddenly awakens once again looking at his clock 2:30AM it reads. He turns his side light on and breaths a huge sigh of relief. Covered in head to toe with buckets of sweat, he sits up upon his bed taking deep, controlled breaths. LUKE "It was only a dream" "Oh thank god...its ok." "everything is ok...everything is ok" He proceeds to open a canister of sleeping pills and swallows one with water. Suddenly...scratching noises appear behind him, he turns around and the black figure fully appears in all his terrifying glory. LUKE (Screams)! THE END