December 18, The Cimmerian Cloister, Scene One
This series two in a two-part series. The first was published on December 17.
INT. CIMMERIAN CLOISTER - ENTRY HALL - NIGHT
The air is thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant howl of the wind. The massive wooden doors of the Cimmerian Cloister creek open, revealing a silhouette against the pale moonlight.
AMELIA (30s), a daring researcher with an air of skepticism, steps cautiously into the cavernous entry hall, clutching a worn journal. Her flashlight and the dying light of the day reveal faded tapestries and crumbling stone. Cobwebs sway in the corners like spectral curtains.
AMELIA
(whispering to herself)
"This is just an old building...nothing more."
Amelia glances around, her eyes narrowing on a faded fresco depicting serene monks engaged in arcane rituals.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(into a recorder)
"Journal entry one: Cimmerian Cloister, a once-holy place turned into ruins."
As she walks, her footsteps echo eerily, harmonizing with distant groans of shifting stone. The temperature drops, and Amelia rubs her arms, unsettled.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
"Journal entry two: The atmosphere here is... oppressive."
A faint rustling sound catches her attention. She freezes, scanning the shadows. Nothing.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(whispering)
"Just my imagination."
She proceeds down a corridor lined with flickering candles, their wavering light revealing cryptic symbols etched into the ancient stones.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
"Journal entry three: Strange symbols on the walls, remnants of forgotten rituals."
Amelia stops, drawn to a distant whisper. It's indistinct, like voices carried by the wind. She frowns, scanning the darkness.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(whispering)
"Must be the wind..."
Suddenly, her flashlight flickers and dies. The fading daylight dims further, leaving her in almost complete darkness.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(to herself)
"It's probably just the batteries, or a loose connection."
She bangs on her flashlight. It comes back on, now revealing and ancient hallways that seem to stretch endlessly. As she walks, the whispers grow louder, forming an unsettling chorus.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(tightening her grip on the flashlight)
"Journal entry four: Unexplained phenomena...whispers, shadows. It's probably the wind."
A distant sound echoes—an otherworldly wail. Amelia stops dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in fear.
AMELIA (CONT'D)
(whispering, shivering)
"What the hell was that?"
Amelia's steps become hesitant. She turns around and heads back towards the exit. The flashlight dies. She is panting. Something grabs her. Her neck is broken with a snap. She falls to the ground, dead.
FADE OUT.
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DALL E 2 prompt: “A gothic church in a post-apocalyptic landscape”
Chat GPT prompt: "Write the first scene of a script for a horror movie in 400 words. The movie is set in an abandoned monastery located in dark and desolate mountains. Give the monastery a name."