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INT. WOODSBORO HIGH SCHOOL – SAME
BREE enters the school. It's dark. The lights are out. She listens out carefully for any sound. She silently tiptoes down the hall and heads toward PRINCIPAL TATE'S office.
Once she's out of view, a dark FIGURE steps in to the frame! It's the JANITOR! He's whistling to himself, spinning a set of keys around his finger. He exits out of the same door BREE came in through. He locks it behind him, completely oblivious that BREE is in the building.
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BREE approaches PRINCIPAL TATE'S office. She instinctively reaches for the doorknob, but something stops her. She sighs to herself, a little uneasy. She knocks on the door instead.
BREE
Principal Tate? It's Bree Diamond. I came for my camera?
There's no reply. Of course not. BREE tries the door. Locked.
BREE
Damn it…
BREE turns to leave when a thought suddenly springs to mind. She stops and turns back to the door. Reaches inside her pocket and pulls out a credit card.
BREE
Worth a shot…
BREE swipes the card down the side of the door, wiggling it as it gets stuck at the lock.
CLICK!
BREE is completely dumbfounded.
BREE
Well whaddya know. Fuck you, Miss Weathers.
BREE pushes open the door. She takes one quick look over her shoulder before stepping inside.
It's pitch black. She can't see a thing. BREE gropes for the light switch. She finds it, and switches it on.
The room is bathed in light.
BREE doesn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. She steps further into the room…
She suddenly stops. PRINCIPAL TATE'S office chair is turned away from her. BREE can see the top of a head sat down in the chair.
BREE JUMPS!
BREE
Mrs Tate! I'm so sorry. I was just…
Her voice trails off. Something is wrong.
A splash of red on the floor beneath the office chair catches BREE'S eye. The soundtrack STINGS.
BREE steps closer.
BREE
Mrs Tate…?
BREE is only a few feet now away from the desk. She reaches out a hand and grips the top of the chair. She spins it round to reveal…
PRINCIPAL TATE'S DEAD BODY STARING BACK AT HER!
She is a bloody mess. Her stomach has been ripped open, completely hollowed out. Her intestines lay in her lap, half hanging out of her. BREE'S camera is hanging around her neck, sat inside her bloody stomach.
BREE lets out a SCREAM that sends CHILLS down our spines!