Thriller
Written by
Tessa. L.G.
Disclaimer: Pure Fiction. I bet as you read on you'll find out who this is REALLY about.
Black. Pitch black. We hear howling. Assuming that it's from a wolf, we are right. A wolf – standing erect with its head held high on a large pinnacle with the full moon just ahead. We switch to see MIKE rolling up in a red corvette and his supposed sweetheart. They slow down speed as they stop in front of a house porch.
MIKE – So, how was it?
GIRL – It was great Mikie, I'm impressed.
MIKE – I hoped you'd like it.
Thunder claps. Loud. LOUDER. Rain drops begin to pour.
MIKE – I'd better get you inside.
GIRL – Mikie?
MIKE – Yeah?
GIRL – Thanks.
Mike smiles. The girl opens the door and opens on umbrella. Mike, in the rain, hurries out of his side of the car to the girl's side. He courteously takes the umbrella and playfully escorts the girl. The girl giggles all of the way to the door.
MIKE – Can I call you - sometime?
Scampishly
GIRL – Maybe.
Pleading
MIKE – C'mon now.
GIRL – Mikie - anytime.
The Girl kisses Mike on the cheek. She glides her hand along his face. Mike swings sheepishly, eying her figure and licking his lips. Without little effort this girl is tempting. She gives Mike a good look. Her eyes dark and lovely.
GIRL – Goodnight, Mikie.
MIKE – Goodnight.
He waits until she is inside. Mike heaves a big sigh and walks back to his car in the rain. All the while the girl has been peeping from her window. It is a long way back to his home. We hear him whistling the tune 'Thriller'. Mike slams his hands on the steering wheel.
We hear the howling once more. Mike hears it too. Wide eyed, Mike slowly but cautiously slumps down into his car seat. His eyes dart around every corner with fright.
MIKE'S P.O.V. – Far away we see a wolf on a rocky ledge still howling.
Scoffing
MIKE – Silly me, it's just a wolf.
He gets up and out of his car to see what the trouble is with his car and how he may be able to remedy it. We switch to see him put down his bonnet. Throwing the keys up and down in his hand, he gets back in his car to try starting it. Mike gets as far as placing the key in the ignition. Mike's eyes slowly turn towards the passenger seat. Almost instantly, we see a ware wolf seated next to him, with fangs and claws out, and intensified growling ready to strike. Mike helplessly screams, frantically pulling and yanking at the door. His claustrophobia gets the best of him. By mistake he breaks the door handle and he uncomfortably trembles, while staring unbelievably at the handle in his hand. By now the ware wolf is thirsty for blood. We see his disgustful mouth overflowing with saliva. Mike is doomed. We zoom out while watching the car shake and hearing Mike scream. We zoom even more out of a big screen to see that this is a film being shown at a movie house. A room full of screaming awe stricken people. One of those horrified people was MICHAEL sitting watching this film. He looks quite frightened seeing that his popcorn has been spilt all over him and he is slouched low in the chair, off and on covering his eyes.
We then switch to see many people walking from the movie house mostly conversing about the horror in the flick. Michael walks out by himself. He starts to head on down the street alone. A hand is seen being placed on his shoulder. Michael jolts. We see that it is his best friend ROBERT. Michael sighs in relief.
ROBERT – Take it easy, bro! It's just me.
MICHAEL – Oh, Robert, I didn't see you. I guess my mind is still in the movie, that's all.
ROBERT – You? Scared? Nah! Don't be scurd, Mikie! Don't be scurd!
MICHAEL – You've got mail!
Showing Robert "the paper".
ROBERT – Uh-huh. Michael, c'mon, remember what you always tell me?
"C'mon Robbie, it's just a movie." So now I'm telling you, "C'mon Michael, it's just a movie."
Michael and Robert laugh.
MICHAEL – I know, I know, but it seemed so real.
ROBERT – It has to, Michael. That's how they make it.
MICHAEL – No, no, you don't understand.
They stop walking.
MICHAEL – The man you saw in there. That's me, that's my life.
Laughs
ROBERT – You're kidding, right?
Michael looks away.
ROBERT – Michael, this is stupid! You're not the Michael I know! Mr. "I'm not afraid of anything…"
Chuckles
MICHAEL – Okay Robbie, I get your point.
Robert – Just don't chicken out on me. Now go home and live good life.
MICHAEL – I wish.
ROBERT – Don't say that.
MICHAEL – You have no idea.
They both laugh.
Dopsing
ROBERT – Check you later, man.
MICHAEL – Aiight.
Robert walks in a different direction as does Michael. Michael smiles and continues to walk home.
FADE OUT.
