EXT. HILLTOP – DAWN (1985)
The first light creeps over the quiet mill town.
A narrow dirt road winds up a hill to an overgrown well
surrounded by weeds and rusted tools.
The air is still, but a faint CLINK echoes down the shaft — a
coin settling somewhere far below.
EXT. SMALL TOWN STREET – MORNING
Four TEENAGERS coast on their bikes — denim jackets, Walkman
headphones, and laughter breaking the stillness.
They pedal past faded storefronts and hand-painted signs. The
world feels sleepy, alive, and stuck in time.
TOMMY (15)
You chickenin’ out, Em?
EMILY (14)
It’s a hole in the ground, not the gates of hell.
JENNY (13)
Then go first.
Emily grins, kicks her bike stand, and starts up the dirt path
toward the hill.
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age"]
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Wishes at the Well
EXT. THE WELL – MOMENTS LATER
The kids crowd around the crumbling stone rim. Someone’s carved
initials into the bricks decades ago.
TOMMY
Bet you can still hear the splash.
He drops a coin. A long pause. CLINK.
Laughter. Then Emily pulls a quarter from her pocket.
EMILY
I wish I had new parents.
They burst out laughing.
JENNY
Hope they’re rich ones!
They race down the hill, still laughing.
Below, at the edge of town, a curtain shifts in the window of a
small, worn-down house.
MRS. CRAVEN (60s) stands there — motionless — listening.
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age"]
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3 -
Whispers in the Shadows
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY
The squeak of sneakers and lockers slamming.
Emily walks alone. The laughter of the morning feels far away.
She ducks into the restroom.
INT. SCHOOL BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS
Dim lights hum overhead. Steam from a dripping sink curls in
the air.
At the far end, MRS. CRAVEN wrings out a mop bucket. Her
janitor’s uniform hangs loose, her eyes hollow.
Emily freezes.
MRS. CRAVEN
Did you get your wish?
EMILY
What?
MRS. CRAVEN (quietly)
You’ll see.
Emily backs out of the room. Water drips, echoing like coins.
EXT. MAIN STREET – AFTERNOON
The town moves at its slow, uneasy pace.
Older residents linger outside shops — eyes following the kids
with quiet disapproval.
Mrs. Craven walks past the grocery, pushing a cart with a mop
handle sticking out.
She nods to MR. KENT, the hardware store owner.
MR. KENT
Afternoon, ma’am.
She says nothing, keeps walking.
As she passes, his smile fades. Guilt shadows his face.
INT. EMILY’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
A small 80s bedroom. Posters, a glowing fish lamp, cassette
tapes.
Outside, thunder rolls in.
Emily’s parents argue in the kitchen — muffled but harsh.
She puts on headphones, but the noise bleeds through.
Through the window, she spots a lone figure at the end of the
driveway —
Mrs. Craven, standing still beneath a streetlight.
Lightning flashes. The figure is gone.
Genres:
["Drama","Coming-of-age"]
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4 -
Echoes of Remembrance
INT. TOWN LIBRARY – RAINY AFTERNOON
Emily scrolls microfilm on a glowing reader.
Newspaper headline: “LOCAL FOREMAN DIES IN WELL COLLAPSE – CITY
CLEARED OF FAULT.”
Photo: a young Mrs. Craven clutching her husband’s hard hat.
Another: a ribbon-cutting ceremony with town leaders —
including Mr. Kent.
Emily leans back, shaken.
EXT. HILLTOP – NIGHT
Rain drizzles. The well looms in darkness.
Emily approaches, flashlight trembling in her hand.
Mrs. Craven stands near the well, holding a small box filled
with rusted coins.
MRS. CRAVEN
They still come here... throwing their change... like it’s
funny.
Emily hesitates.
MRS. CRAVEN (CONT’D)
He died right here. The concrete gave out.
They blamed him. Buried him. And the town kept on wishing.
EMILY
I didn’t know.
MRS. CRAVEN
No one ever does. You all just drop your quarters and laugh.
That’s all his life was worth — a quarter and a wish.
She tosses Emily’s coin at her feet.
CLINK.
Emily’s eyes well with tears.
EMILY
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mock him.
Mrs. Craven studies her, emotion flickering behind the rage.
MRS. CRAVEN
Then don’t. Remember him.
She turns and disappears into the fog.
Emily stares at the well — the dark mouth swallowing the rain.
EXT. HILLTOP – DAWN
City workers tape off the hill. The well has partially
collapsed, the ground caved in around it.
Emily approaches, holding the old quarter.
She kneels, whispers down the jagged opening.
EMILY
I wish people remembered him.
She places the coin on the dirt.
A faint CLINK echoes from somewhere deep below.
EXT. MRS. CRAVEN’S HOUSE – SAME TIME
The curtains are drawn. The porch light glows.
For a moment, a SHADOW moves behind the window — or maybe it’s
just the wind.
The light flickers and goes out.
FADE OUT.
A faint sound: another coin dropping.
END.