Eerie Tales: One Day

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If you're not part of the solution...you don't deserve to be part of this planet.

Submitted: November 06, 2018

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Submitted: November 06, 2018

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COLD OPEN.

INT. shop - day

WE OPEN RIGHT TO A STRIKINGLY FRIGHTFUL MAN KNOWN AS THE SHOP KEEPER, DRESSED ALMOST LIKE A HOUDINI TYPE MAGICIAN. HE APPEARS TO BE TRYING ON A MASK. HE'S CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE CAMERA.

SHOP KEEPER

Oh, hi. Didn't see you there. (LOOKING AT THE MASK) Oh this. It's just uh..(TOSSES THE MASK). I was just foolin'. Masks tend to hide who we are. Sometimes we like to pretend to be someone else. It helps us escape reality. Sometimes even we can't recognize ourselves. Which reminds me of this story about a woman who has her own identity crisis.

FADE INTO:

ext. city of sacramento from a distance - sunrise

IT IS DARK AT FIRST BEFORE THE SUN RISES TO EXPOSE THE CITY OF SACRAMENTO'S ELEGANT BUILDINGS AND WATERFRONT.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

One day, you suddenly have a complete realization of what is wrong with the world.

Ext. capitol building - day

MEN WEARING SUITS ARE WALKING INTO AND OUT OF THE CAPITOL BUILDING.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

Powerful men who decide to cut our education funding while at the same time unanimously vote to increase their salaries in a time when everyone else is financially struggling.

Ext. starbucks - day

THE YOUNG MEN AND A YOUNG WOMAN ARE SITTING AT A TABLE. THEY ARE NOT CONVERSING. INSTEAD, THEY ARE ALL TEXTING ON THEIR CELL PHONES.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

What used to be considered rude is now commonplace. No one appreciates the physical presence of their so-called friends.

Ext. a sidewalk - day

A MAN WEARING A SHIRT THAT HAS A POPULAR EXPENSIVE LOGO IS WALKING DOWN THE SIDEWALK.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

People spend hundreds of dollars on shirts that have a fashion designer's logo on it just so they won't be judged by other people who are also stupid enough to spend a fortune on clothing.

FADE TO BLACK

THERE IS ONLY A BLACK BLANK SCREEN WITH NOTHING TO SEE.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

One day, you realize the world is ugly. One day, you realize you are powerless.

FADE OUT

EXT. PARK - DAY

THE BACK OF A BLONDE WOMAN IS STANDING ALONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PARK.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

You are but one, unknown and unimportant individual in a world of over seven billion unknown and unimportant individuals.

EXT. CITY OF SACRAMENTO FROM A DISTANCE -day

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

But on that same day, although you realize you can not make any sort of substantial difference, you also come to realize that any difference at all you can make, no matter how small, will reward you with an internal hint of a sense of importance and pride--knowing that you revolted in protest to the ever worsening sickness that is our developing society.

(pauses)

That one day happened to me.

FADE OUT BLACK

THERE IS ONLY A BLACK BLANK SCREEN WITH NOTHING TO SEE.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

(CONTINUES)

That one day was today.

FADE OUT

EXT. PARK - DAY

THERE IS A BLONDE WOMAN WALKING THROUGH THE PARK SMOKING A CIGARETTE AND TALKING ON HER CELL PHONE.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

Look at this bitch--smoking in an area with a bunch of kids all around--talking on her phone about how inebriated she was last night. She doesn't stop to admire the beauty of the outdoors, the laughter of children playing, or even to take a breath of fresh air.

THE BLONDE WOMAN WALKS ACROSS THE STREET THAT HAS NO CROSSWALK WITHOUT LOOKING BOTH WAYS.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

(CONTINUES)

She's more preoccupied with the voice of the person who is miles away than her own safety. Well, if her stupidity does not kill her this time, I will make sure that I am the one to make a difference. Today.

FADE OUT

FADE IN:

EXT. A SIDEWALK - DAY

THE NARRATOR IS FOLLOWING THE BLONDE WOMAN FROM A DISTANCE. THE NARRATOR IS NOT VISIBLE. THE BLONDE WOMAN FLICKS HER CIGARRETTE BUTT ONTO THE GROUND AND STOMPS ON IT.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

Thanks for throwing the non-biodegradable filter out on the public sidewalk. I can't wait to kill this bitch.

Ext. blonde woman's house - day

THE BLONDE WOMAN IS WALKING TO HER FRONT DOOR AND UNLOCKS THE DOOR. THE NARRATOR, NOT SEEN, TAPS THE BLONDE WOMAN ON THE SHOULDER. THE BLONDE WOMAN TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT THE NARRATOR WITH TERROR IN HER EYES.

FADE OUT

FADE IN:

INT. BLONDE WOMAN'S HOUSE - DAY

THE BLONDE WOMAN IS TIED TO A CHAIR AND HER MOUTH IS DUCT-TAPED. SHE STRUGGLES TO FREE HERSELF BUT IS UNSUCCESSFUL.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

Look at her. Helpless. No longer free to wander about and inflict the world with her obnoxious and useless presence. The world will be a better place without her. The world will be less ugly.

THE BLONDE WOMAN CONTINUES TO TRY TO FREE HERSELF TO NO AVAILABILITY. THE NARRATOR, NOT SEEN, COMES WITH A KNIFE AND STABS THE BLONDE WOMAN IN THE STOMACH. SHE CRIES OUT THROUGH HER DUCT-TAPED MOUTH.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

That felt--great! You hear me, bitch! That felt great! You are now on the right path to making this world a better place. Let's do it again!

THE NARRATOR, STILL NOT SEEN, STABS THE BLONDE WOMAN IN THE STOMACH ONCE MORE. AFTER A BRIEF PAUSE, THE NARRATOR THEN STABS THE BLONDE WOMAN IN THE STOMACH THREE MORE TIMES.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

I cannot explain this feeling. It feels good to know that I am the one responsible for throwing this pointless human being into the trash. But I am feeling somewhat guilty now. Maybe a few more stabs will make me feel better.

THE NARRATOR, STILL NOT SEEN, STABS THE BLONDE WOMAN AGAIN.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

No, no, this doesn't feel right any more. Maybe i should stop.

THE NARRATOR, STILL NOT SEEN, STABS THE BLONDE WOMAN AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME NOT SO FORCEFULLY.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

What have I done? What am I doing? Are you okay? Am I okay?

THE BLONDE WOMAN LOOKS UP, CONFUSED. SHE IS ABLE TO USE HER TONGUE ENOUGH TO LICK HER WAY FREE OF A GOOD PORTION OF THE DUCT-TAPE THAT IS OVER HER MOUTH. SHE LOOKS DOWN TO HER STOMACH AND SEES THAT HER LEFT HAND IS TIED UP AND HER RIGHT HAND IS HOLDING THAT KNIFE THAT IS STILL INSERTED IN HER STOMACH.

FEMALE NARRATOR (V.O)

Today is also the day that I realize everyone, including myself, is a virus to this world. I have done the world a favor by taking myself out of the equation. I will no longer be given a choice to have to change myself or anybody else for the good of a world. I no longer have to live with my own inadequacies or those of others. Today, on this one day--

BLONDE WOMAN

(STRUGGLES TO SPEAK) I'm free.

THE BLONDE WOMAN WHO IS THE FEMALE NARRATOR SLOWLY CLOSES HER EYES.

EXT. CITY OF SACRAMENTO FROM A DISTANCE - SUNSET

IT IS BRIGHT AT FIRST BEFORE THE SUN SETS AND THE CITY OF SACRAMENTO CAN BARELY BE SEEN.

CROSS INTO:

INT. SHOP - DAY

THE SHOP KEEPER IS TRYING ON A BLONDE WIG.

SHOP KEEPER

(LOOKS UP AT THE CAMERA) Oh you're back. Looks like she had some stabbing pains of her own.

THE SHOP KEEPER BURSTS INTO A LAUGH, THEN REALIZES HE'S THE ONLY ONE LAUGHING.

SHOP KEEPER

(CLEARS THROAT) That's all I have for you tonight. Remember identity theft is a serious crime. It can even take away your life.

END OF EPISODE.


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