16 May Horror Script Story

Version 1:

Natasha rushed out of her car and into the building’s lobby. It was late, and she was tired. While she waited for the elevator, she checked her mailbox. It was empty except for a worn-out envelope.

To Mrs. Hoff

The calligraphy was outdated and the paper itself looked ages old, in fact, it was almost brown. It wasn’t addressed to her, but Natasha was curious. She waited until she was inside her apartment to open the envelope. There was a short letter and two pictures, all of them extremely decayed. A lonely boy stood staring at the camera, holding a red balloon. The letter read, in the same long and formal handwriting:

Dear Anna,

It’s been sixteen days of horror and I’m deeply sorry to inform you that Samuel Tucker’s body has finally been found. The boy was half-buried in the children’s playground. Please inform the mother, in the nicest way possible. I have attached pictures of the boy, for your reference.

Best regards,

Linda

 

Why would such a letter be in her mailbox, Natasha had no clue. But its content was too disturbing. She put the letter down and stepped into her bedroom.  The lights flickered, and power went off. Natasha fumbled through her purse, which was still hanging on her shoulder, after her phone.

Before she could grab it, loud and clear, the TV suddenly went on in the living room. The voice of a sobbing woman repeatedly said:

“Oh, Sam Sam Sam. Where does a boy hide in such a small town? Where does a boy hide in such a small town?”

Natasha halted, heart racing. She turned on her phone’s flashlight and walked slowly to the living room.

It was dark and quiet. The TV, off.

Now very alert, Natasha aimed her flashlight higher, examining the room. She thought she caught something off the corner of her eye and turned abruptly, but it was just the curtain, flickering with the wind. She let out a sigh, but it was too early:

Knock. Knock. Knock.                      

 The three loud knocks came from her bedroom. Natasha choked her heart in her throat. Still, the tension was too much. She spotted the kitchen scissors on top of the counter and grabbed them. Then, she held her breath and practically threw her flashlight into the room.

A red balloon floated quietly on top of her bed.

She gaped at it for a moment, too shocked to move.

“Oh, Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam Sam. Where does a boy hide in such a small town? Where does a boy hide in such a small town?”

The TV was on again, this time louder. Its sharp, sudden sound shook Natasha. She wasn’t sure from where the feeling came, but it overpowered her. She felt angry, enraged, miserable.

She squeezed the scissors and jumped on her bed, yanking the balloon by its string and mercilessly—stabbing it with the scissors.

Pop!

The balloon fell into pieces over Natasha. A second passed before she came to her senses. The lights flickered back on and the house was quiet again. Still holding the balloon’s string in one hand and her phone in the other, Natasha looked around. She was shaking. But the tension was gone. The horror she had felt had vanished.

The mysterious letter, she checked, was also gone.

 

 

 

 

Version 2:

Natasha rushed into the elevator. She was late for her test. She fumbled through her purse, trying to get ahold of her car keys, but dropped them.

Ugh.

As she bent down to pick the keys up, she spotted a delicate, golden necklace on the floor too. She picked it up and took a look. It was simple, with a round pendant. The elevator hit Ground level, finally, and Natasha threw the necklace in her purse before speeding out.

She was also busy with homework that night, so she went home straight after class. It was already five and she wanted to finish everything early.

There was a girl with dark hair and a pale face waiting for the elevators already, and Natasha eyed her suspiciously. She had lived in that small building for the past year and thought she knew everybody, but she had never seen the girl, who stood still, staring at the elevator doors.

The two went in the elevator together. The girl stood in the back corner but didn’t press any buttons. Natasha pressed 3 for herself and asked the girl:
“What floor are you going to?”

The girl looked at her and said nothing. She had dark eyes and not a single expression to her face.

“Are you new here?” Natasha tried again, hesitantly.

Without taking her eyes off Natasha’s, the girl nodded, slowly.

Ding!

Natasha smiled awkwardly at the girl and stepped out of the elevator. She was creeped out.  She glanced over her shoulder, but the elevator was gone, and she was alone.

Her home was messy, to her distaste. She lived alone and, as a junior in college sometimes struggled to take care of everything. She put her bag down and realized there was an envelope on the floor. Somebody must have slipped it under the door. It read, From Sam Tucker To Mommy Tucker, in an uneven handwriting – clearly a child’s.

Probably the wrong door, Natasha scoffed. She went into her room and halted.

There was a red balloon floating alone over her bed.

Where the hell had that come from? The windows were closed, so it couldn’t have flown inside. But she didn’t have any balloons at home, so that didn’t make sense.

She pulled at its string, and the balloon popped.

Natasha felt apprehensive. She went back to the living room and sat down, carefully glancing around. She looked out the living room windows, past her small balcony. She had a clear view of her street from there, and her eyes caught something that made her jump.

The girl with the black hair was standing by the sidewalk, a few meters away from the building, staring straight into Natasha’s apartment. In fact, she was staring directly at Natasha. Her face still expressionless.

Now very alert, Natasha hurried to close the curtains. Was she seeing things?

She peeped outside again, and the woman was no longer there.

She ran back to her room and tried to phone Giuli, the friend she was certain would know how to calm her down, but no answer.

Before Natasha could try again, loud and clear, the TV suddenly went on in the living room. It broadcasted the voice of a woman as she repeatedly sobbed:

“Where does a boy hide in such a small town? Where does a boy hide in such a small town?”

Heart racing, Natasha dropped her phone and ran to the living room.

But, the TV was off.

Silence.

Natasha was now certain that the pressing tension and the goosebumps on her arms were real. She thought she spotted movement with the corner of her eye and turned around.

The TV suddenly went back on.

“Where does a boy hide in such a small town? Where does a boy hide in such a small town?”

Natasha screamed and sprung for the door, not looking back before leaving the apartment. She made her way to the management office on the first floor, hoping with all heart at there would be someone there.

The manager was packing her things.

“Yami. Can you please help me?” Natasha was breathless, almost unable to put words together. She didn’t wait for Yamilee to respond. “I think I’m being followed… I don’t know how to say this, but there’s a woman and-and a red balloon and something about a kid-d… Sam Tucker!”

Yamilee, who had been smiling until then, frowned.

“How do you know that name?”

“I found a necklace with that name engraved.”

Yami pursed her lips. After a minute in silence, she spoke:

“Linda Tucker lived here for a few months, about 20 years ago. I’ve been here since then and I remember her… She was a frail woman and she never spoke a word. But she had a little boy, Sam, same black hair and pale face, the poor thing. They were inseparable and the weirdest thing, they only left the house at night…” She looked up, as if to remember. “Then, one night, the boy just disappeared. No one knows what really happened, not even the cops and they investigated, let me tell you that. Linda went nuts, she’d wander the streets every night and talk to herself. The neighbors wanted to kick her out because she sobbed loudly every night.”

Natasha felt dizzy.

“What happened to her?”

“Well I… I don’t know. I took my 3-week vacation that summer and she was gone when I got back. The apartment completely empty and not a single hair behind.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sam Tucker was one of the first residents in that building. She moved in with her son one fall. She was skinny and short, with a dark hair and a pale face that never smiled or frowned. Her son was the same. They never left the house, except one night a week, when they walked to the nearest market for groceries. One night, her son disappeared. No one knows what happened or how it happened, but Sam was in despair. She searched the neighborhood every night for her boy, when she couldn’t find him, she broke down. No one knows what happened to her either. She disappeared too. Her apartment was empty when they looked, except for the walls, covered in chalk writings – such a small town, where is my boy? The only thing of hers left behind was a golden necklace, which got lost amid the investigations.