Making a scene: In the process

Behind The Scenes

Idea board

*70’s Vibes*

Script:

 Person in a “room”.

 An object separates this person from an open door.

 Something is out of place.

 A second person is looking.

 A third person's presence exists but is unclear.

 One of the three figures thinks, "Everything is perfect”

My revised script: 

In the dim light of the backyard, a body lies wrapped in a rug placed skillfully amongst a staircase leading to a door, the fabric stained with dark splotches that hint at the violence that has transpired. The stillness of the night is pierced only by the distant chirping of crickets, their song a stark contrast to the grim scene before them. Specks and prints of blood are scattered across the yard, pooling in the cracks of the patio and splattered against the fence, marking a path of chaos that seems to lead nowhere. An unsettling urgency hangs in the air, thick and suffocating.

Person 1 takes a hesitant step forward, drawn by an instinctual need to confront the horror before them. Each step feels heavy than the next, as if there is a weight of dread anchoring them to the ground. They inch closer to the still body, heart racing, desperate to uncover the truth hidden beneath the layers of fabric and shadow. What lies beneath that rug? Are they prepared for the reality that awaits? Or were they the reason this all happened?

Meanwhile, Person 2 is on their hands and knees, the cool dewy grass biting into their skin as what seems guilt creeps up their spine. Every instinct screams at them to run, to escape this twisted view of death and trickery. But a deeper fear holds them captive: what if they are to blame? What if their silence is sealing someone’s fate? They glance at Person 1, who seems oblivious to the horrifying darkness, caught up in their own reckless curiosity.

Across the yard, Person 3 sits comfortably in a chair, utterly unbothered, the flickering light from a nearby lantern casting shifting shadows over her face as she reads. The pages turn slowly, almost deliberately, as if the words could drown out the reality unfolding just a few feet away. But beside her, a bloodied knife rests, its blade glistening ominously in the light—a chilling reminder that danger is never far away. She doesn’t flinch. She simply turns another page, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips, as if the chaos around her is merely an inconvenient distraction from her story.

Something is terribly wrong. Who is hiding the truth, and who is to blame for the horrors unfolding? Each character is their own tapestry of lies, and as they draw closer to the core of the mystery, the question lingers: will they unravel the truth, or will it just consume them whole?….