With Monsters
Type:
- Feature
Status:
- For sale
Genre:
- Horror
Budget:
- Shoestring
Dennis lurks behind a monster mask as he hums the score to an old Saturday night horror flick and records himself with a camera. He's not out to kill, but to date--and this is his online companionship video. He seeks a woman, but that's not easy for an oddball who has hoarded 2,000 monster masks. Dennis has another problem: an irrational fear that something is after him--perhaps residing in his basement storage area. His childhood was filled with terrifying visits from beyond, information he doesn't share with the dating pool.
Sandra and Carrie are divorcees/tandem daters who respond to Dennis as a lark. They meet at a horror convention, where some of Dennis's old fears manifest. An unplanned visit to a rough-around-the-edges bar leads to a dispute. Dennis is ditched and meets Jimmy McDonald, a regular who takes a malicious interest in the out-of-place visitor.
Dennis is "rescued" by Carrie, but their chance at a meaningful connection is threatened by Jimmy and whatever awaits in Dennis's basement. Companionship is not easy when you are with monsters.
First Place Horror Feature - Indie Gathering 2017
First Place Talentville Script of the Month Competition June 2017
Screenplay Festival – Finalist
Screenplay Search – Finalist
Table Read My Screenplay - Semifinalist
Filmmakers International – Semifinalist
Courier Awards – Semifinalist
Talentville – Weekly Top 10
Talentville – Top Horror Scripts List -- 2nd place overall
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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... Go to bio
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