John edges over to the window, watching the horizon for any sign of movement. Nothing.
THEN THE SCREAM SLOWLY STARTS TO MOVE AWAY.
April removes her hand from her mouth.
Everyone starts to relax.
They go back to playing Monopoly in silence.
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A QUIET PLACE 5.
EXT. FARMHOUSE - NIGHT The farmhouse sits in moonlight. A thin fog hovers just above the ground. All the lights are off.
The family dog is tied outside. It stirs awake. Focuses on the wall of corn lining the backyard.
Tries to bark through the MUZZLE but can’t.
EXT. CORN FIELD - NIGHT There are no crickets or insects of any kind. Just an unnatural silence that hangs in the air.
AND THEN SOMETHING MOVES.
STALKS OF CORN WHIP AND BEND AS A LARGE FORM MANEUVERS THROUGH THE CROPS... EXT. FARMHOUSE - DAWN Morning. The yard is serene and still. A heavy layer of frostcovers the grass.
INT. FARMHOUSE, HALL - MORNING April’s tiny face peeks out into the hall. She wipes the sleep from her eyes.
INT. FARMHOUSE, BATHROOM - MORNING April lifts the toilet seat. There’s no water inside the bowl, just a red BIOHAZARD BAG curled around the rim.
She pees into the bag and her face goes from agony to relief.
INT. FARMHOUSE, BASEMENT - MORNING April descends the BASEMENT STAIRS with the biohazard bag.
There is a NAIL sticking up about ten steps down, and if someone were to step on it it would REALLY, REALLY HURT.
APRIL’S FOOT COMES DOWN ON THE NAIL, but just misses it.
6.
She disposes of the biohazard bag in a DEEP HOLE cut into the basement floor. She heads back to the stairs, but something stops her... An old WORKBENCH cluttered with family PHOTOS from ages ago.
April glances at a POLAROID of a TEENAGE GIRL: braces, dark eyes, beautiful. She’s hugging April. They’re both laughing.
The Polaroid seems to be attached to a PAINFUL MEMORY. And like everything in this basement, it has the look of something that was abandoned long ago.
