I'm gonna post the rest of the opening scene if anyone cares. thaty'l be all the script I put online. I have to watch my girlish figure. . . . What?
(He walks down the stairs, still using the light of his phone. He continues slowly through the basement and into his bedroom, turning quickly around every once in a while to check behind him. He makes it into his room and shuts the door.)
“I hate the dark.”
(A noise comes from the closet. Paranoid, he walks to the dark, open closet. After a suspenseful shot, a cat crawls out from behind some boxes.”
“I thought I told you to stay out of my fucking room!”
(At this moment three loud bangs are heard, and the boy looks up toward the source of the noise, it is coming from the top floor. He looks down, and then more banging, but different than the previous, the sound of someone running across the floor. He quickly walks back up the stairs, through the house, and into his parent’s room, the suspected noise source. He sees his mother lying on the bed, in a near fetal position)
“Mom?!”
(He then looks to his feet as if he’s stepped on something. Shining his light down, a bloody knife and unidentifiable internal organs lay at his feet. Flash to his face in terror. He runs to the kitchen, only to find an empty phone cradle.)
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
(He then remembers the cell phone he is still clutching in his hand. He holds it up to his face but before he can dial something in front of him catches his eye. He shines the light to reveal a cloaked figure sitting in a chair at the kitchen table.)
“Alright asshole.”
Grabs a near by kitchen knife and proceeds to walk slowly to the figure. With the knife in hand he lifts the hood off the man at the table.
“DAD?!”
(As the man’s head rolls back, it is revealed to be his dead father. Cold, wet, and empty eye sockets stare back at the boy. Flash to a shot of the boy’s hand clutching the phone, as a gloved hand grabs his wrist. Flash to the boy’s face as another gloved hand grips his mouth. The boy is pulled away by the shadowy figure now behind him, gripping him, a look of shock floods onto the boy’s face. He is dragged off in shock, with little resistance, away from the soft blue light of the phone on the floor and into the surrounding darkness.)
Ninjas?
And on a side note, for the fun of killin' time I spellchecked this (even though it's on word). Anyway, I think xanga is retarded because they don't count "naughty" words as words. They are misspellings. Goddamn, even Word has "fuck" in its dictionary. Cocksuckers. | 
