An eight-year-old boy struggles for answers when his horror sound effects record starts playing on its own in the middle of the night.
Type:
Short
Status:
Produced
Page Count:
8pp
Genre:
Horror
Budget:
Shoestring
Age Rating:
13+
Synopsis/Details
Noah just got a new horror sound effects record--Scary Sounds of the Night. It's a gift from his auntie. The boy is awakened at midnight by the screams and howls on the record. It's playing on its own. Something else looms for poor Noah. The sound effects have just become very real. This short screenplay can be filmed extremely cheaply and has definite impact. It requires only one on-camera actor and two who will remain off screen. It relies primarily on sound effects and old-school horror. No visual special effects are needed. It requires just a single location. Someone can make an incredible creepy little film out of this. This script is available for free. I require a screenwriting credit and two free copies or links of the completed project. Our agreement will also include a fairly specific time-frame for the completion of the film. I don't want to be left hanging as to whether the project will happen or not.

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The Writer: Rob Herzog

My chief talent isn’t writing, it’s being afraid. As a kid, I freaked out about spontaneous human combustion, killer bees, and the prospect of a bathtub shark attack. And the 3,600 miles between me and the Loch Ness Monster wasn’t nearly enough. All of this youthful anxiety runs wild in my screenplays. Blame the neighborhood weirdo kid for setting me on this path. When I was six, he predicted that our neighborhood would be attacked by window ghouls. These ghouls supposedly would claw into our rooms and devour us all. Only those blessed with large dogs would survive, he said, because window ghouls hated them. Two nights later, I imagined the ghouls at my window, clawing the screen. At this… Go to bio
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