slusher slasher

for quite some time now, i have been trying to pitch an old script of mine to a couple of friends connected to the bburg-llywood. roy can attest that this one-act play, turned short-film screenplay,  has saturated most of our lunch conversations and should finally be put into rest.  originally written for Sherman:Freshman a few years back, "Room 4162" was supposed to scare the shit out of these little kids staying at the dorm, separated for the first time from mum and dad. this story, about a girl who killed herself inside her locker, emanated from a resonating urban legend i first heard when i was 11.

this morning, freezing in this bburg winter, i awoke to a faint sound of a squeaking closet door.