EVIL DARK
by
T.A. Lancaster
FADE IN:
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
A dull THUD echoes through the darkness.
Then another thud, and another.
As a door opens partway, the darkness gives way to reveal a bedroom lit by cold moonlight.
INT. ELSIE’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
On the bed, ELSIE (16) is perched over her sister DAISY (14) like a lion over a fallen gazelle.
Elsie’s sheer white nightgown is covered in dark, bloody spatter.
The BUTCHER’S KNIFE in her hand rises and falls as she repeatedly STABS downward at her sister’s lifeless form.
Elsie looks up, STRAIGHT TO CAMERA. Grim determination MELTS.
ELSIE
(softly)
Close that door, Tommy!
The door CLOSES SLOWLY. Again there is only BLACKNESS.
SUPER: “30 YEARS LATER”
INT. PICKETT ESTATE - FRONT ROOM - DAY
A different door opens, and daylight floods in. Silhouetted against a clear blue sky is ROSE PICKETT (17): pretty, plucky and decidedly downbeat.
Inside the house, shrouded in shadow, is an OLD MAN in a rickety rocking chair.
Behind him is a huge GOTHIC FIREPLACE. Black brick, carved stone faces and a thick iron grate.
DOYLE (80s) mutters rapidly in a low Southern drawl.
DOYLE
(mumbling)
-brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a livin’ sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship...
As he rocks to and fro, hints of his ancient, weathered features are briefly exposed to the light.
ROSE
Hello.
The old man stops rocking abruptly and leans into the light, illuminating a LEATHERY, GHOULISH FACE.
DOYLE
Go away! Hear me? This here’s MY house.
Rose gazes around the room: garbage piles: flies buzzing.
She sniffs the air and recoils.
ROSE
Alrighty then.
EXT. PICKETT ESTATE - FRONT PORCH - CONTINUOUS
Rose flounders behind her for the knob, closes the door.
DOYLE (O.S.)
(yelling, muffled)
They shall bring out the young woman to the door of her father’s house, and the men of her city shall stone her to death with stones, because she has done a disgraceful thing-
Behind her, TOM PICKETT (40s) clomps up the porch stairs, lugging a huge, faded suitcase.
ROSE
I think I just met Grandpa Doyle.
Tom has a mild Southern drawl.
TOM
Crud, Rosie. I told you to hold off.
ROSE
And I wish I had.
TOM
It’s Sunday. I figured he’d be at church.
Tom drops the suitcase on the wood floor of the porch.
He nods toward the driveway, where a beat-up utility van sits with steam billowing from under its hood. On its side are the words: PICKETT PAINTING SERVICE.
In front of the van is a PRISTINE 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88. Perfect yellow paint. Not a scratch on it.
Tom moves toward the front door.
TOM
Why don’t you go help Lil.
ROSE
(eyeing the door)
Okay. Breathe through your mouth.
TOM
Will do.
Rose exits the porch of a CRUMBLING COLONIAL-ERA MANOR, color faded to a sickly, peeling gray, covered in weathered filth and rampant overgrowth.
Tom enters.
As Rose nears the van, we hear a melodious young voice humming a tune.
It’s LILY (14), frail-looking but beautiful, singing as she pulls a sleeping bag from the back.
ROSE
I can’t believe I actually miss the campsite.
Rose holds her cell phone up.
ROSE
Great. No service whatsoever.
LILY
We don’t know anyone here anyway.
ROSE
I was gonna call a fumigation service.
LILY
Is it bad?
ROSE
It’s bad.
Lily looks at the van interior.
LILY
Beats sleeping in this thing.
ROSE
Don’t be so sure.
LILY
Rose! Fresh start, remember?
Rose shoots Lily a wide, phony smile.
ROSE
I know, I know.
LILY
Anyway, it’s just for now.
TOM (O.S.)
Girls? Come on up.
Lily moves toward the house. Rose follows.
ROSE
It’s always just for now.
INT. PICKETT ESTATE - FRONT ROOM - DAY
Tom towers over the old man, glowering.
TOM
Doyle, these are my girls. Girls, this is Doyle. He’s been... lookin’ after the place.
DOYLE
Lookin’ after it? It’s MY place!
TOM
Mama’s will says different.
DOYLE
My son the painter. Doesn’t even come to his own mama’s funeral.
TOM
I’m not your son, Doyle.
DOYLE
But he’ll sure show up to claim her house once she’s dead and buried!
Tom nods to the girls. Rose starts to leave, but Lily’s gaze is fixed on the old BLACK BRICK FIREPLACE.
Rose tugs on her sleeve, and they ease back out onto the porch.
EXT. PICKETT ESTATE - PORCH - CONTINUOUS
TOM (O.S.)
Doyle, my mother never married you, and thank God for that. You’ve lived off our family long enough. I’m going to fix this place up and sell it. I won’t put you out in the street... not yet. But I suggest you start making other arrangements.
With some distance, the shouting becomes an inaudible murmur.
LILY
Oh my God.
ROSE
I know.
LILY
You were right. It smells like rotting fish!
ROSE
New start, Lil! Remember?
LILY
Ugh.
A battered pickup truck pulls up in the driveway.
PASTOR BILLY ROLLINS (40s), a burly man, hops out: sees the girls: waves to them: steps in a pile of DOG SHIT.
The girls chuckle as the pastor then proceeds to: hop around on one foot: peel off his shoe: limp toward the front steps.
ROSE
Dad! Company!
The angry voices subside. Tom comes out.
TOM
Billy!
PASTOR BILLY
Hey!
TOM
How the hell are ya?
PASTOR BILLY
Watch your mouth, son! I’m a preacher these days.
TOM
Shit! Sorry.
The two men embrace.
PASTOR BILLY
These ain’t...
TOM
Indeed they are.
PASTOR BILLY
My goodness! Real honest-to-goodness California girls? They’ll be the prettiest girls in town.
TOM
If memory serves, that’s not saying much.
Pastor Billy shakes each girl’s hand. Rose nods with a half-smile, but Lily is enthusiastic.
LILY
Charmed!
PASTOR BILLY
(to Tom)
She’ll make a fine southern belle.
PASTOR BILLY
(to the girls)
You two’ll like it here. Town’s dull as dishwater, but the people are real nice.
Tom GRUNTS.
PASTOR BILLY
Now, Tom... people forget.
TOM
Do they?
The girls exchange a GLANCE.
PASTOR BILLY
And the ones that don’t, well, they just want to help.
The pastor hands Tom a slip of paper.
PASTOR BILLY
This is a list of folks with houses in dire need of painting.
Tom glances at the list.
TOM
How dire?
PASTOR BILLY
Varying degrees of dire.
TOM
(squinting at the list)
Third one down... that’s your house.
PASTOR BILLY
My house is among the direst.
TOM
C’mon, Billy. You’re the one who taught me how to paint houses. You can’t paint your own?
PASTOR BILLY
Not with this knee. Haven’t climbed a ladder in five years.
TOM
I don’t want any charity.
Pastor Billy leans on the yellow Oldsmobile.
PASTOR BILLY
Me neither. So make it a fair price. But not too high.
TOM
Thanks Billy.
They notice Doyle standing in the doorway.
PASTOR BILLY
Mornin’, Doyle!
DOYLE
The Olds, Preacher!
Pastor Billy smiles, stops leaning on the yellow Oldsmobiie.
Doyle slams the door, and the pastor snickers.
PASTOR BILLY
He doesn’t have much use for Episcopalians.
TOM
That car’s the only thing he ever treated right.
The pastor leans toward the girls, his voice low.
PASTOR BILLY
You know, girls... Ol’ Doyle has a bum knee, too. He hasn’t been able to get up those stairs in years.
Rose and Lily SMILE at each other.
CUT TO:
INT. PICKETT ESTATE - STAIRWELL/HALLWAY - DAY
The girls CLOMP up the steps, with Doyle hollering after them. Rose reaches the second floor first.
Lily runs her finger across the top step and ends up with a FINGER FULL OF DUST.
LILY
Definitely years!
ROSE
Thank ya Jesus!
They start clowning around, leaving trails in the dust.
LILY
(in an old-timer voice)
Ain’t been up here since mah knee done give out back in ‘52!
ROSE
Things was diff’rnt then! Folks lived b’the Book!
LILY
An’ womenfolk knowed their place! They nev-
But Rose has STOPPED in front of a BLUE DOOR.
LILY
Rose? What’s wrong?
Rose opens the door.
ROSE
This is the room.
LILY
How do you know?
Rose looks into the room.
INT. ELSIE’S BEDROOM - DAY
An old bed, billowy curtains and a massive steamer trunk.
From Rose’s POV: Brief PHANTOM FLASHES of imagery. Elsie HOVERS over Daisy. BLOODY KNIFE IN HAND.
ROSE
I recognize the wallpaper.
LILY
You KNOW it creeps me out when you do that.
ROSE
I know. Sorry.
LILY
Then don’t DO it. I don’t want to know what happened a hundred years ago every time I walk into a room!
Lily stomps down the hall, goes into one of the rooms.
LILY
Nice! I found MY room!
Rose closes the blue door and follows Lily.
INT. LILY’S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Lily stands in the center of a massive bedroom. In the center is a huge old four-post bed.
Lily starts jumping up and down on it gleefully: dust billows everywhere. The bed CREAKS.
Rose looks out the window. Sees:
Pastor Billy spraying the dog shit off his shoe with a hose.
THEN: One of the bed’s legs SPLINTERS and the bed COLLAPSES.
Rose is alarmed, but Lily starts LAUGHING.
ROSE
You okay?
LILY
You BELIEVE this place? This is gonna be so fun!
Rose hears a car door open. She looks out the window and sees Pastor Billy get in his truck and start the engine.
ROSE
Sure.
LILY
I’m gonna go get my stuff!
Lily leaves the room and sprints down the hallway.
INT. PICKETT ESTATE - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Rose follows, but stops at the room with the blue door.
She opens it again, and sees:
INT. ELSIE’S BEDROOM - DAY
SERIES OF PHANTOM FLASHES: Elsie sits with Daisy, kissing her forehead. Happy. No blood... now Elsie sits alone at a roll-top desk, writing furiously in a leather-bound DIARY...
Elsie perks up; she’s heard something... snaps the diary shut and slides it carefully behind a WINDOW BENCH... runs from the room, her ghostly form exiting right through Rose.
The vision fades.
Rose goes to the window bench and peers behind it.
Sure enough, there is the worn leather spine of a BOOK. She tries to reach the book with her fingers, but can’t.
She tries to move the bench but it’s BOLTED to the wall.
TOM (O.S.)
Not this room.
Rose whirls, startled, and sees Tom standing in the doorway.
ROSE
(thinking quickly)
Definitely not! It’s way too stuffy. I’ll show you the one I want. C’mon!
She leads him to a room down the hall.
INT. ROSE’S BEDROOM - DAY
TOM
Well, lookie here. My old stompin’ grounds.
Tom hesitates, perplexed.
TOM
How are you doin’ with all this?
ROSE
All what?
TOM
Guess I’m just worried all this change might... trigger something.
ROSE
It won’t.
TOM
You’re not... seeing things?
ROSE
Nope.
TOM
You’re taking your pills?
ROSE
YES, Dad!
TOM
Don’t you sass me, little lady!
ROSE
(mimicking Tom’s twang)
Aw, shucks! I ain’t a’ sassin’ ya, paw!
Tom goes after her. She sidesteps him, laughing.
TOM
You are NOT too old for a lickin’!
ROSE
And you’re not fast enough to catch me!
Rose stops horsing around suddenly. SLAPS his shoulder.
ROSE
Oh, and by the way, I cannot BELIEVE you said “how the hell are ya” to a priest.
TOM
He’s not a priest, he’s a pastor. And anyway, it’s hard for me to think of ol’ Billy like that.
He slides down to the floor, back against the wall. Rose follows suit.
TOM
We used to throw rocks at cars together. Billy Rollins, a holy roller. It just doesn’t compute.
ROSE
He seems nice.
TOM
These days, maybe. But he used to be a real HELLION.
Rose punches him in the shoulder.
ROSE
Dad! You can’t SAY that.
They laugh together.
ROSE
You believe him? That people have forgotten what happened?
TOM
I don’t know.
(then)
Hell no.
ROSE
Got me thinking about Aunt Elsie.
Tom sobers.
TOM
What about her?
ROSE
I Googled the state hospital. It’s not far.
TOM
What... VISIT her?
ROSE
I don’t know.
TOM
Well, I do.
ROSE
Oh, Dad. Don’t get like that.
TOM
And I don’t want you going out there either. Not now, not ever.
Tom stands up.
TOM
We’ve got a lot more important stuff to worry about. New school tomorrow. New friends. New start.
ROSE
Yeah, looking forward to that.
TOM
I’m gonna go get some boxes.
He kisses her forehead and leaves the room.
She hears the sound of KEYS JINGLING out in the hallway.
INT. PICKETT ESTATE - HALLWAY - DAY
Rose peeks out. Confirming that the hallway is empty, she goes to the BLUE DOOR and jiggles the knob.
It’s LOCKED.
ROSE
Dammit, Dad...