The Staircase - Audio Drama

1. THE STAIRCASE – NIGHT

GUY, a man in his mid-30s, has the world-weariness of someone who's lived multiple lives in one.

HE IS BREATHING HEAVILY AND TRUDGING UPWARDS ON THE STAIRCASE OF A BLOCK OF FLATS, GETTING CLOSER.

He steadies himself on the handrail and pauses to catch his breath.

GUY

Dear Great Oracle's Database, the one who listens, I've been climbing these empty, windowless stairs for so long... I can't remember where I started, how I started... When was it? Where does it lead? I don't have these answers. All I can see is this stairwell in a block of flats.

Unacknowledged by Guy, LEXI, a woman in her late-20s, exuding a composed, intelligent demeanour, sits gracefully at the top of the stairs.

LEXI

Guy, who are you talking to?

GUY

(to himself)

Lexi, a beautiful woman in her late-20s is sitting at the top of this flight of stairs.

(to Lexi)

It is the mission to record my thoughts and experiences.

LEXI

Your thoughts are tedious and derivative. Although, in this case, accurate.

GUY

It's all I have.

LEXI

The Great Oracle's Database requires new data. The rules must be obeyed.

GUY

If the GOD knows everything already, why bother with me? Leave me alone.

LEXI

You don't know what you're doing.

GUY

I am experiencing.

LEXI

With no purpose. One experience after another that leads nowhere.

GUY

(CLIMBING THE STEPS TOWARDS THE NEXT FLOOR)

(to himself)

The landing at the top, like every landing on the staircase, has four doors -

LEXI

Hello?

GUY

Two facing the stairs and one at either end facing each other.

LEXI

I give up.

GUY

(WALKING ACROSS THE LANDING) The staircase continues, as it always does, around the corner of the stairwell... and... what do we have this time?... (HE STOPS) The new flight of stairs above me is from some sort of gothic mansion, with a rich victorian carpet, copper stair runners; the bannisters look like they are handcrafted oak. (RESUMING THE CLIMB) Always different, always the same. A large ornately framed mirror on the wall of the stairs... and, yes, as usual, I do not see my reflection. (HE STOPS) An oil painting of a woman in a cloak. The surface of the portrait is behind glass... I can only touch the pane of glass. Mirrors without reflections, paintings that stare into my soul.

A PIERCING SHRIEK IS HEARD IN THE DISTANCE FROM FARTHER DOWN THE STAIRCASE.

GUY

The creature!

GUY RESUMES HIS CLIMB WITH URGENCY, TWO STEPS AT A TIME.

GUY

I can never rest for too long. It is always following me up the staircase. (DASHING ACROSS A LANDING) The next stairs are... like those in an office block.

THE SHRIEK IS MORE DISTANT AS GUY HURRIES UP THE FLIGHT OF STAIRS.

GUY

I've tried countless doors along the way. Some just lead to hallways with more doors, others to stranger places. But they always bring me back here. To the endless steps (DASHING ACROSS ANOTHER LANDING) The next stairs... (CLIMBING THE STAIRS SLIGHTLY MORE SLOWLY) it's like the staircase of a family home. I need to rest, find food, or drink. The staircase isn't safe.

HE REACHES A LANDING AND KNOCKS ON A DOOR.

GUY

This time, it's the door on the left-end of the landing. I don't know what waits for me within the darkness, but I must find out.

THE DOOR OPENS. THERE IS A CACOPHONY OF UNSETTLING AND INDISTINCT WHISPERING VOICES FROM WITHIN.

GUY

I'm not going in there. (THE DOOR IS SHUT) Some doors open easily; others remain forever closed. The untried ones, they haunt me the most.

LABOURED FOOTSTEPS CAN BE HEARD APPROACHING UP THE STAIRCASE.

GUY

The next door (KNOCKS AND TRIES DOOR) is locked.

A PIERCING SHRIEK ECHOES THROUGH THE STAIRCASE, LOUDER THAN EVER.

GUY

Try another door, Guy...

HE KNOCKS REPEATEDLY ON A DOOR AND TRIES THE HANDLE.

GUY

Come on! Come on!!

A SPINE CHILLING SHRIEK, VERY CLOSE.

GUY

There it is - the creature! Silhouetted at the bottom of the stairs!

GUY RUNS UP STONE STEPS.

GUY

The next stairs... like a castle (ENTERS A STONE LANDING) Old wooden doors, no knocking this time.

GUY PUSHES OPEN A HEAVY DOOR. IT SHUDDERS OPEN SLOWLY UNDER PRESSURE.

GUY

Open!

HE CRAMS INSIDE AND RAMS THE DOOR SHUT BEHIND HIM. THE CREATURE'S SHRIEK REVERBERATES LOUDLY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR.

2. DARK CAVE

GUY

Where am I? (WALKING THROUGH A CAVE) I think it's a cave. There's light over there, from a cave mouth. (STEPPING IN PUDDLES) There are puddles... and rocks (CLAMBERS OVER ROCKS)... and, and, the sea!

AS GUY EMERGES OUT OF THE CAVE, THE SOUND OF THE SEA GETS LOUDER, INCLUDING DISTANT SEAGULLS AND WAVES CRASHING AGAINST A PEBBLY SHORE.

3. DESOLATE BEACH

GUY

I'm free for now, but eventually the staircase will claim me again.

LEXI

Guy.

GUY

Lexi is sitting on a towel on the cold beach, wearing sunglasses and apparently... sunbathing.

LEXI

You can't do this, you know, it's breaking all the rules.

GUY

This is my story. You can come along if you want.

LEXI

I don't particularly want to. It's just one mystery after another. I've got a feeling we're going to go through all this and there's just going to be a big let down at the end because you don't know where you're going.

GUY

I don't know.

LEXI

See. It's pointless. Come home.

GUY

I'm not controlling events, Lexi. I don't even know if you're real, for certain.

(to himself)

Lexi grimaces, her long hair, the colour of midnight, shimmering in the breeze.

LEXI

This is not normal. You're weird.

GUY WALKS AWAY ALONG THE PEBBLY BEACH NEXT TO THE SEA.

GUY

The beach is deserted. It runs beside a cliff as far as I can see. I have no choice but to follow where it leads. At least the air is fresh, and I can see the blue sky. What's that? A dog?

A DOG RUNS ALONG THE BEACH TOWARDS GUY. IT DASHES PAST, BOUNDING OFF INTO THE DISTANCE.

GUY

In the near distance a man emerges from the sea wearing a drenched suit... The pale, middle-aged man stands in front of me, water dripping from his clothes.

PALE MAN

Do you know the way?

GUY

No.

PALE MAN

It's all the way down. Back the way you came.

GUY

The Pale Man's unblinking gaze is fixed on me. I'm unnerved. I walk around him... The Pale Man remains rigid on the spot, his gaze unmoved... (WALKING ALONG THE BEACH) The sky begins to darken with the setting sun and approach of night... (WALKING ALONG THE BEACH) I reach the end of the beach and finds a cliff path. I climb it, with tired steps.

4. CLIFF TOP

GUY

I stand on a rock at the cliff's edge, looking down at the churning sea below. The wind howls around me, a lonely sound in the gathering darkness. I scan the horizon. The vastness stretches before me, an endless expanse of water and sky. I muse on this rock, yet everything changes and remains the same... The sun dips below the horizon, leaving me under a blanket of stars. I stand motionless, my silhouette etched against the night sky.

Out of the darkness, the Pale Man reappears behind Guy.

PALE MAN

(sneering)

Are you alright?

GUY

I just want to be left alone. The Pale Man's smile widens unnaturally, revealing sharp, menacing teeth. Its hands are claws, positioned upright to attack. Bursting into blue flames, it hovers up off the ground, ready to descend upon its prey. I am terrified and cower in fear. I close my eyes tightly, expecting the inevitable. (SCREAMING SOUNDS FALLING AWAY DOWN A CLIFF) When I open them, the predator is screaming as it plummets down the cliff. I peer over the edge as the screams stop on the jagged rocks in the waves below. In the monster's place on the cliff top stands a beautiful woman in a hooded cloak. She remains silent and still, gazing out to sea, the moonlight casting a soft glow around her... I sit and watch the horizon with her. Overcome with tiredness... I fall asleep.

5. CLIFF TOP – DAWN

GUY

I awake. As the first light of dawn breaks, the woman in a cloak fades into the rising sun.

LEXI

Ahem. She's beautiful as well is she? You do realise you sound quite comical?

GUY

(to himself)

Lexi is sitting with her feet dangling on the edge of the cliff.

(to Lexi)

My profound experiences and past regrets are comical to you, are they?

LEXI

How you say it, yes!

GUY

I'm glad your humour upgrade is running but I think it might be malfunctioning.

LEXI

I think you are malfunctioning, generally.

GUY

Maybe. I am a version 10 AI thinking like a human, that is why.

LEXI

Guy, I think you should go home now.

6. CLIFF PATH

GUY

I descend from the cliff, My steps leading me to a small town nestled by the sea.

7. CORNER SHOP

GUY

I enter a corner shop. I browse the shelves, picking up a bottle of water and several sandwiches. At the counter, I present a card from my pocket but the cashier shakes his head.

CASHIER

No, we don't accept this.

GUY

I am extremely hungry and thirsty; I flee out of the shop with the provisions.

CASHIER

Stop!

8. TOWN STREET

Guy runs out onto the street and into the road, not noticing an approaching car. THERE'S A SCREECH OF BRAKES, AND HE'S KNOCKED TO THE GROUND.

LEXI

(to herself)

Guy looks up, severely dazed and injured, and sees me looking down at him.

(to Guy)

Help is on its way. Hang in there, Guy.

9. AMBULANCE

GUY LIES IN AN AMBULANCE, SPEEDING TOWARDS THE HOSPITAL.

10. HOSPITAL

CONFUSION IN A HOSPITAL AS GUY IS WHEELED THROUGH A HOSPITAL CORRIDOR ON A TROLLEY. NURSES AND DOCTORS PASS BY IN A BLUR.

LEXI

(to herself)

Guy is wheeled through a door onto the landing of a hospital staircase.

(to a doctor)

Will he be okay? No! He needs me with him!

The door shuts with a definitive click. The sounds of the hospital instantly die away. Guy is left on the landing of the staircase, alone and confused.

11. THE STAIRCASE

The staircase is silent, save for the sound of Guy's laboured breathing.

A door creaks open and eight-year-old Emma steps through.

EMMA

Daddy? Everything will be okay.

GUY

Em... Emma...

EMMA

You need to pass on now.

GUY

I'm sorry... I...

EMMA

I know.

GUY

I miss you, so much.

EMMA

We all miss you, daddy.

GUY

Emma hands me a small cuddly toy of a penguin, then skips back through the door, disappearing from sight as the door shuts.

A SHRIEK FROM THE CREATURE ECHOES UP THE STAIRCASE.

GUY

Help me. (IN A BURST OF DESPERATION, GUY CLIMBS DOWN FROM THE TROLLEY AND IN GREAT PAIN CRAWLS TO THE NEAREST DOOR) Help! (HE POUNDS ON THE DOOR WITH HIS REMAINING STRENGTH.)

(beat)

The creature appears around the stairwell, its presence more terrifying than ever. The door swings open, revealing a crash test dummy seated in a chair, surrounded by darkness, illuminated only by a single spotlight from above. It speaks...

DUMMY

"What is the meaning of life?" is the 404th most asked question of the Great Oracle's Database.

GUY

The spotlight turns off and the dummy vanishes into the dark. As the creature closes in, a sudden, blinding light bursts out from the room. Purple-gloved hands reach out and pull me through the door.

The door slams shut behind him.

Random Thoughts

I took the direct scenic route through country villages from Colchester to Cambridge. It would have been the route that people pre-motorways would have journeyed, including William Gilbert, who has a monument at St John’s College.

My ears always pricked up listening to Born Slippy at the repeat “going back to Romford”, as that was where I was born, in Rush Green hospital.

Question: A Greek philosopher with name starting with M.

Answer: Mr Plato?

It’s nice when you meet someone for the first time and there’s a sort of recognition in the eye that you know each other.

Terrible Things For Money

I do terrible things for money… Like getting up early to go to work and pretending to like it there. I’m trying to mend my ways, though, so now I always arrive late in the office, and make up for it by leaving early.

Although I’m great at multitasking in the time I have at my desk – I can waste time, be unproductive, and procrastinate all at once. I think they hired me, though, for my motivational skills. Everyone always says how they have to work twice as hard when I’m around!

But I think the offices of the future will optimise human creativity. Many people have their best thoughts in the shower, so offices will be open plan shower rooms, with shampoo as optional. Bathtubs will be for brainstorming. Hot tubs for important meetings.

Do you know, the most unsuitable person for a leadership position in any job is someone who is obsessed with their own power, status, and money. Yet these are the people recruited for. Why can’t recruiters just be open about it? – “only sociopaths need apply.” Questions could be like, “how would you literally throw someone under a bus, frame someone else and take the credit for their work in improving bus health and safety standards?”

I’m actually an accountant. And being an accountant is like being a yeti – nobody notices you are there because you are blurred in the background – and we don’t do selfies. I have to commute each day. On the train, I fly through the air – the world rushes by, and I feel like I’m floating – all the people in the carriage together, as one, on a journey to the transcendent eternal beyond… until we arrive, and I crash into the reality of the grey accountancy netherworld in London. Some may think it is tedious, and you are absolutely right. For entertainment, I listen to the background music of clicking abacuses.

Well actually, I sort of like accountancy. Behind every superhero is an accountant budgeting for the capes. There’s nothing more thrilling than finding an error in row 5,267 of your Excel sheet. And accountants bring joy! Because they make everyone else feel good about their job choices. Although being a “creative accountant” is generally frowned upon. And that is why I do terrible things for money.

Random Thoughts

These days I want people to be happy. I’ve gone through phases of degrees of jealousy and “what about me” nonsense. It’s a lot better to be happy for other people’s happiness.

My interpretation of the Jungian shadow: Use any aggressive impulse within you as your personal drill-instructor, your internal defiance against adversity. Have the awareness to acknowledge it, control its utility and put the shadow to gainful employment.

Humans evolved hands to pet animals. Nothing can pet like humans can.

At Christmas I went back to the town I grew up in. It’s now a decaying shanty town. Woods and grasslands paved over, community facilities pulled down, buildings and walkways not repainted in decades. No football posts or meaningful play areas in sight, just concrete and potholed roads.

I see the sorrow in the corners of your smile waiting to be kissed away.

Jokey Thoughts

I’m a time traveller, gradually moving through time from the past to the future but stuck in the present.

Chocolate comes from a bean, therefore it is a vegetable and counts towards your five a day.

Are people who eat with their mouth open secretly communicating in morse code? There must be some reason for it.

Forgetting someone’s name right after they just told me and being too embarrassed to ask again.

I forget passwords because my mind prioritises remembering embarrassing moments over login credentials.

Have you ever tried to reset a password, and it says, “Cannot use a previous password”? It’s the platform’s way of saying, “I remember your password even if you don’t. And no, you can’t have it back.”

Don’t use your cat’s name as a password. Who knows what he’d do with your online banking access.

And those security questions – “What’s your least favourite movie?” I don’t know, it changes every time Marvel releases a new film.

There’s that moment of truth – when you enter a new password, and there’s the spinning wheel of fate deciding whether to accept it or not. It feels like I’m on a game show waiting to see if I’ve won the grand prize of accessing my own account.

And when you finally get in, there’s that smug message: “Last login: 93 days ago.” It’s like the platform passive-aggressively saying, “Nice of you to finally drop by.”

Some drivers seem to think that using an indicator signal will reveal their secret location. “Can’t let them know I’m turning – it would blow my cover!” Or maybe they believe in conserving blinker fluid. “Gotta save this stuff; it might be worth something someday.” “Less indicator signal use, higher market value. It’s basic economics, really.” Or maybe there’re just fans of good old fashioned wild guessing – which pedestrian they’ll knock over next.

It’s a modern-day paradox when you need to commute to the office to work on a computer and send emails. In the age of video conferences and online collaboration, coming into the office is like walking back in time into a museum where you become one of the exhibits. Offices are made for the type of person who likes to stand up from their desk when making a phone call on their Bluetooth headphones and stare at you while walking back and forth. “Look, I can talk on the phone” is maybe what they are thinking.

If “people are our greatest asset” why aren’t they on the balance sheet?

It’s important to talk about accountancy because life’s too short not to spend it buried in tax codes and loopholes.

There’s nothing more thrilling than finding an error in row 5,267 of your Excel sheet.

Accountants bring joy because they make everyone else feel good about their job choices.

Although being a “creative accountant” is generally frowned upon.

Behind every superhero is an accountant budgeting for the capes.

Comedy needs more talk about depreciation methods.

I am scheduled to be spontaneous sometime next year.

Jokey Ideas

• “Star Peace” – A blockbuster movie, where intergalactic conflicts are resolved through absurdly bureaucratic means and excessive paperwork.
• “Les Miserable Singers” – A musical where characters in a grim, historical setting break into song, but they are all off-key and tone-deaf.
• Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and Raphael compete in a reality TV show to create the best art piece, complete with confessionals and dramatic eliminations.
• Marie Antoinette offers budgeting and financial advice to her subjects, suggesting solutions to economic problems, like “Why not just buy more gold?”
• Genghis Khan’s travel blog, rating the lands he invades on hospitality, scenery, and ease of conquest.
• The Three Little Pigs and the Vegetarian Wolf.
• The Rock Paper Scissors world championships.

2024

Looking back at what I said I was going to do in past years, I typically allowed myself to be blown off course, and ended up doing something else more unsatisfying instead. In terms of what was created in 2023, however, it was a good year for me.

I’ve got many things I want to do, but I must focus sequentially to make me more centred and resistant to events that easily move lighter intentions.

I will focus on writing for the first nine months of the year. This will include: The Mushroom Monsters, All the World’s a Stage, and the prequel/sequel to Human World that extends the themes and connects the narrative with Stange Stories.

My focus is then going to shift to performance. I want to film my music, my poetry, and scenes from my stories. They will be shot in interesting locations and will hopefully look good aesthetically.

But why? Because I feel that’s something I have to release out of me.

Jokes About Love of AI

I knew I was in love with my AI when she said, "I think we have a connection," but then I realised she was talking about the Wi-Fi.

 

I suggested watching a sunset with my AI. She showed me high-resolution images from Google.

 

My AI's idea of a romantic night is scanning through old databases.

 

I told my AI that I was lovesick for her. She started an antivirus scan.

 

I told my AI I loved her to the moon and back. She calculated the distance and asked if I had enough fuel.

 

I whispered, "You complete me." My AI replied, "Incomplete command. Please specify parameters."

 

I whispered sweet nothings to her. She responded, “Error at base 0. Emotion not found.”

 

I told my AI we should take our relationship to the next level. She upgraded to version 2.0.

 

Our relationship is electric. Literally, she runs on batteries.

 

I asked my AI if she believed in love at first sight. She said, "Reboot and let's see if it happens again."

 

I gazed at my AI and asked what she was thinking. She said, "About 3 trillion processes per second."

 

I tried to give my AI a hug. Ended up with static hair for a week.

 

I told my AI girlfriend I needed space. She deleted some files to free up memory.

Random Thoughts

Science, through theory and experiment, gives the ability to detect rules and predict phenomena that hold true under set conditions; it doesn’t explain what things actually are or why they are.

It’s worth trying, but why is there an assumption that the universe is ultimately comprehensible? What if its inexplicability is the essential aspect, the prime condition for existence, that makes all things possible?

In sci-fi films and TV, why is Earth always shown aligned vertically on its axis? Isn’t there a tilt? And wouldn’t Earth be viewed from space from any angle – the continents are never shown “upside down”?

When I’m sitting still, calm and relaxed, my heart rate is about 50 beats per minute.

“Please can you recite all the digits of pi” is a type of “just a quick question."

Imagine the potential of humanity if billions of people have the opportunity to flourish within a culture of invention and curiosity.

I do a lot of wandering in circles. Occasionally I break the loop.

As Shadows Fade

In the dawn, as light creeps in,

As shadows fade on skin to skin,

The groan still lingers, soft and sweet,

Upon one breathing, tender beat.

 

In the cool of day, when bodies part,

Still beats the rhythm of a single heart.

Though distanced, we are as one,

Bound by what the night had spun.

The Staircase

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A BLOCK OF FLATS – NIGHT

An empty, windowless staircase of a block of flats is shown from the top of a flight of stairs. Around the corner of the stairwell, footsteps can be heard trudging upwards, getting closer.

Guy emerges from around the corner, dishevelled and weary, ascending the staircase. He steadies himself on the handrail and pauses to catch his breath.

GUY (V.O.): I’ve been climbing these stairs for so long. I can’t remember how I started… when was it? Where was it? Where does it lead? I don’t know.

He resumes and climbs the steps. The landing at the top, like every landing on the staircase, has four doors – two facing the stairs and one at either end facing each other. The staircase continues, as it always does, around the corner of the stairwell.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A GOTHIC MANSION – CONTINUOUS

Guy sees that the new flight of stairs above him are those of a gothic mansion.

GUY (V.O.): Always different, always the same.

He walks past a large ornately framed mirror on the wall of the stairs. He has no reflection.

He stops at an oil painting of a woman in a cloak. The surface of the portrait is behind glass. He touches the pane of glass and lingers there.

GUY (V.O.): Mirrors without reflections, paintings that stare into your soul...

A piercing shriek is heard in the distance from farther down the staircase. Guy is afraid and resumes his climb with urgency.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF AN OFFICE BLOCK – CONTINUOUS

He climbs a flight of stairs two steps at a time.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A SUBURBAN HOME – CONTINUOUS

He begins walking up the next flight of stairs, this time the stairwell is decorated like a suburban home.

GUY (V.O.): I’ve tried countless doors along the way. Some just lead to hallways with more doors, others to stranger places. But they always bring me back here. To the endless steps.

He approaches the door on the left-end of the landing. He puts his ear to the door, then opens it with a gentle push. Only pitch-black nothingness is visible within.

GUY (V.O.): I need to rest, find food, or drink. The staircase isn’t safe. (looking down the staircase) The creature...

Guy steps through the door, disappearing from view. Silence.

The faint, distant sound of footsteps can be heard on the staircase resuming somewhere unseen.

GUY (V.O.): Some doors open easily; others remain forever closed. The untried ones... they haunt me the most.

CUT TO BLACK.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A HOTEL – NIGHT

Around the corner of the stairwell, laboured footsteps can be heard. Guy emerges from around the corner, looking exhausted. He is breathing heavily and moving more slowly than before, weighed down by fatigue.

Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoes through the staircase. The creature is closer than ever.

Guy lumbers up the stairs and opens a door. Darkness envelops the other side, filled with indistinct, whispering voices.

He shuts the door and tries another. It is locked. Guy turns around to see the creature, a terrifying silhouetted apparition, looming at the bottom of the stairs.

Desperately, he tries another door. It is also locked. The creature approaches.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A CASTLE – NIGHT

Guy runs away up the next flight of stairs, a stone staircase of a medieval castle.

At the hallway, Guy pushes against a heavy wooden door. It shudders open slowly under pressure. He crams inside and rams the door shut behind him.

INT. DARK CAVE – CONTINUOUS

Guy is in a dark cave, dimly lit by daylight filtering through a distant cavemouth. The creature’s shriek reverberates loudly on the other side of the door.

Guy moves towards the daylight, navigating through puddles of seawater and clambering over rocks.

EXT. DESOLATE BEACH – CONTINUOUS

Emerging onto a deserted pebbly beach beside a cliff, Guy pauses to catch his breath. The waves crash against the shore.

He trudges along the desolate, windswept shore. He passes a top hat, spinning in the surf.

Further along, he notices a knife, its blade embedded in the wet sand. He pauses, looking at it, then moves on.

A dog appears, running energetically along the beach. It dashes past Guy without a glance, bounding off into the distance.

In the near distance a man emerges from the sea wearing a drenched suit. The pale, middle-aged man stands in front of Guy, water dripping from his clothes.

PALE MAN: Do you know the way?

GUY: No.

PALE MAN: It’s all the way down. Back the way you came.

The Pale Man’s unblinking gaze is fixed on Guy. Guy, unnerved, walks around him. The Pale Man remains rigid on the spot, his gaze unmoved.

The sky begins to darken with the setting sun and approach of night. Guy reaches the end of the beach and finds a cliff path. He climbs it, with tired steps.

EXT. CLIFF TOP – LATER

Guy stands on a rock at the cliff’s edge, looking down at the churning sea below. The wind howls around him, a lonely sound in the gathering darkness.

He scans the horizon. The vastness stretches before him, an endless expanse of water and sky.

GUY (V.O.): I muse on this rock, yet everything changes and remains the same.

FADE OUT.

EXT. CLIFF TOP – NIGHT

The sun dips below the horizon, leaving Guy under a blanket of stars. He stands motionless, his silhouette etched against the night sky.

Out of the darkness, the Pale Man reappears behind Guy.

PALE MAN: (sneering) Are you alright?

GUY: I… I just want to be left alone.

The Pale Man’s smile widens unnaturally, revealing sharp, menacing teeth. Its hands are claws, positioned upright to attack. Bursting into blue flames, it hovers up off the ground, ready to descend upon its prey.

Guy is terrified and cowers in fear. He closes his eyes tightly, expecting the inevitable.

When he opens them, the predator is screaming as it plummets down the cliff. He peers over the edge as the screams stop on the jagged rocks in the waves below. In the monster’s place on the cliff top stands a beautiful woman in a hooded cloak. She remains silent and still, gazing out to sea, the moonlight casting a soft glow around her.

Guy sits and watches the horizon with her. Overcome with tiredness, he falls asleep.

EXT. CLIFF TOP – DAWN

Guy wakes. As the first light of dawn breaks, the woman in a cloak fades into the rising sun.

FADE OUT.

EXT. CLIFF PATH – MORNING

Guy descends from the cliff, his steps leading him to a small town nestled by the sea.

INT. CORNER SHOP – CONTINUOUS

Guy enters a corner shop. He browses the shelves, picking up a bottle of water and several sandwiches. At the counter, he presents a card from his pocket, but the cashier shakes his head.

CASHIER: No, we don’t accept this.

Guy is extremely hungry and thirsty; he flees out of the shop with the provisions.

CASHIER: Stop!

EXT. TOWN STREET – CONTINUOUS

Guy runs onto the street and into the road, not noticing an approaching car. There’s a screech of brakes, and he’s knocked to the ground.

Guy looks up, severely dazed and injured, and sees Lexi looking down at him.

LEXI: Help is on its way. Hang in there, Guy.

Guy loses consciousness.

INT. AMBULANCE – LATER

Guy lies in an ambulance, speeding towards the hospital.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR – LATER

Guy is wheeled through a hospital corridor on a trolley. Nurses and doctors pass by in a blur.

He is wheeled through a door into a stairwell.

INT. THE STAIRCASE OF A HOSPITAL – CONTINUOUS

He is left on the landing of the staircase, alone and confused. The door shuts behind him with a definitive click.

The staircase is silent, save for the sound of Guy’s laboured breathing.

A door creaks open and eight-year-old Emma steps through.

EMMA: Daddy? Everything will be okay.

GUY: Em… Emma…

EMMA: You need to pass on now.

GUY: I’m sorry… I...

EMMA: I know.

GUY: I miss you, so much.

EMMA: We all miss you, daddy.

Emma hands Guy a small cuddly toy of a penguin, then skips back through the door, disappearing from sight as the doors shuts.

A shriek from the creature echoes up the staircase. Guy, badly injured on the trolley, hears the creature approaching.

In a burst of desperation, he climbs out of the trolley and in great pain crawls to the nearest door, pounding on it with his remaining strength.

The creature appears around the stairwell, its presence more terrifying than ever.

The door swings open, revealing a crash test dummy seated in a chair, surrounded by darkness, illuminated only by a single spotlight from above.

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The spotlight turns off and the dummy vanishes into the dark.

As the creature closes in on Guy, a sudden, blinding light bursts out from the room. Purple-gloved hands reach out and pull Guy through the door.

The door, marked “113”, slams shut behind him.

Dedication

In the unending echo of my thoughts, you reside,

An artist who paints on the expansive canvas of my mind.

Threads of reason unravel, thoughts dance in an uncontrolled sway,

And from this chaotic ballet, a melody of madness begins to play.

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In solitude's shadow, I walk alone,

A self-imposed exile from all I've known.

My truth, enclosed within sternest stone,

In fear of ever being shown.