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Halloween Lockdown: Entering the Unknown
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – AMITYVILLE, NEW YORK – HALLOWEEN EVE –
NIGHT
A crescent moon glows behind thick clouds.
The street is quiet except for the distant laughter of trick-
or-treaters.
Pumpkins flicker on porches — one house dark, dead, and
waiting.
CAMERA POV – LIVE STREAM FOOTAGE
A shaky handheld viewfinder. A red light blinks: LIVE.
A chat feed scrolls on-screen with taunting comments:
“Go inside already!”
“Fake AF!”
“Bet you won’t last 5 minutes!”
RILEY (20, COCKY STREAMER, BASEBALL CAP BACKWARD)
grins into his phone’s front camera.
RILEY
Welcome to the Halloween lockdown,
freaks and followers.
We’re standing at the house — 112
Ocean Avenue — where legends say
evil never sleeps.
He spins the phone to reveal the iconic Dutch Colonial house
— dark windows, quarter-moon gables, shadowed like eye
sockets.
CARA (19, SKEPTIC, CARRYING A DSLR)
You seriously bribed the caretaker to get the keys?
RILEY
(lying)
Totally legit.
(MORE)
RILEY (CONT’D)
Public access, historic site.
Educational content, babe.
MARCUS (22, GAMER BRO, FLASHLIGHT ON A HELMET)
Yeah, “educational.”
Like, “how to get cursed and die
before finals week.”
Laughter. But under it — the faint sound of a child humming.
They turn.
Nothing but wind through dry leaves.
RILEY (TO THE STREAM)
Okay, audience. We’ve got our EMF
app, night vision, and bravery
levels maxed.
Let’s see what’s real — and what’s
clickbait.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Mystery"]
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Into the Darkness: The Amityville House
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – FRONT PORCH – NIGHT
Riley leads the group up creaking steps.
The porch light flickers on by itself.
The door is chained shut with an old iron lock.
GINA (20, GOTH-CHIC, NERVOUS BUT INTRIGUED)
Who chains a door like that in
2025?
CARA
Someone who knows better than to
open it.
Riley smirks, pulls out bolt cutters.
MARCUS
Bro, you sure about this?
RILEY
You can’t go viral standing
outside.
The lock SNAPS. The door GROANS open... a breath of cold,
stale air seeps out.
The livestream chat explodes:
“Holy shit it opened itself!”*
“Door moved!!”
“RIP, guys.”
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – FOYER – NIGHT
Dust dances in flashlight beams.
A grand staircase rises into blackness.
GINA
Smells like rot and metal.
CARA
That’s not rot. That’s… something
burned.
She shines her light: a faint soot pattern — a handprint — on
the wall.
The camera glitches for a frame — static, then returns.
RILEY
(to the camera)
Okay, history time. In 1974, a guy
murdered his whole family here.
Then that other family moved in and claimed the house was
haunted.
MARCUS
And fifty years later, some genius
thinks it’s good content.
We’re geniuses.
They move deeper. Each step creaks like the house breathing.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller"]
Ratings
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Whispers in the Dark
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
A music box tune plays faintly.
On the mantel, a toy horse sways side to side.
GINA
Nope. Nope. Who touched that?
No one answers.
Riley pans the camera — capturing something standing in the
corner.
A blur of white fabric and hair.
He jerks the camera back — nothing there.
RILEY
Glitch! Just a glitch!
The phone buzzes with messages:
“Replay that!”
“There was a girl!!”
CARA replays the clip. The frozen frame clearly shows a
child’s face — eyes hollow, mouth open.
GINA
That’s not compression, Riley.
MARCUS
It’s a prank. Someone planted a
dummy.
They move toward the corner — the toy horse rocks faster.
INT. DINING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The long table is covered in yellowed plastic sheeting.
Plaster dust. Abandoned renovation tools.
A single chair tips over by itself.
GINA screams.
The sound cuts the feed for a moment — static surges.
CAMERA POV – REBOOTING… 3%, 5%... 7%...
A WHISPER (V.O.)
build it again…
The phone reboots. Riley looks pale.
RILEY
Okay, that— that wasn’t me.
MARCUS
We should go.
CARA
Yeah, but the views are
skyrocketing.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller"]
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The Door of Dread
INT. BASEMENT DOOR – NIGHT
A red door stands at the end of a hallway — iron hinges,
crossbar bolts.
Fresh scrape marks around the frame, as if something tried to
get out.
GINA
Why’s there light under it?
RILEY
Maybe power’s still on.
He reaches for the handle.
The chat explodes again:
“Don’t open it!”
“RUN!”
CARA
Riley — stop!
Too late.
He unbolts the latch. The door breathes — in and out.
A LOW MOAN rises from the other side.
The music box tune distorts into a warped lullaby.
MARCUS
It’s… singing.
The handle turns on its own.
BANG! The door SLAMS OPEN — darkness billows like smoke.
Riley’s phone drops, still filming, as a shadowy hand grabs
him.
CAMERA POV – ON FLOOR
Screams.
Footsteps.
Then silence.
The stream cuts to black.
FADE OUT.
SUPER: SIX WEEKS LATER
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller"]
Ratings
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Desperate Ambitions
INT. DANERIDGE DEVELOPMENTS – CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY
Six weeks later.
A real-estate presentation flickers on a wall-mounted screen:
Architectural renderings of “The Amity Residences –
Waterfront Luxury Living.”
VICTOR DANE (40S, ONCE-CONFIDENT DEVELOPER TURNED DESPERATE)
pitches to two stern-faced INVESTORS.
VICTOR
— prime location, historic cachet,
ten minutes from the train.
We clear the existing structure,
keep the footprint, and market it
as rebirth.
A phoenix project.
INVESTOR #1
That’s a crime scene house.
VICTOR
A tourist attraction.
They’ll line up to live where
history happened.
We lean into the notoriety — “From
darkness, light.”
He forces a smile. His hands tremble slightly.
INVESTOR #2
You’ve had three bankruptcies in
five years.
Why should we trust you with
another demolition permit?
Victor’s smile falters. He lowers his gaze.
VICTOR
Because if this one fails, I lose
everything.
A beat.
The investors exchange a look.
INT. VICTOR’S OFFICE – LATER
Victor packs blueprints into a portfolio.
A framed photo on his desk: his wife LENA (late 30s, teacher)
and son EVAN (10) at a carnival, all smiles.
Lena’s voice echoes in memory:
LENA (V.O.)
We used to dream about fixing up
old houses, not destroying them.
He stares at the photo — guilt shadowing his face.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Drama"]
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Haunted Decisions
EXT. ELEMENTARY SCHOOL – AFTERNOON
Victor waits by the curb.
Evan runs out carrying a Halloween art project: a paper house
dripping red paint.
EVAN
Dad! Look — it’s the haunted house
from the news!
Victor kneels, uneasy.
VICTOR
You know, not every scary house
stays that way.
Sometimes they get rebuilt.
EVAN
Even if people died there?
Victor hesitates.
LENA steps up beside them, her smile tired but kind.
LENA
Come on, builder man. Let’s get
home before dinner burns again.
They walk off together — an imperfect family trying to hold
on.
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
The news plays softly:
“Amityville residents still unsettled after viral livestream
tragedy…”
Riley’s footage loops — the door slamming, the scream, then
static.
Victor lowers the volume.
Lena crosses her arms.
LENA
You’re not really buying that
house.
VICTOR
It’s condemned. We’d just handle
the clearance.
Then it’s history — for good.
LENA
Victor, you can’t scrub evil with
drywall.
He looks away.
EVAN watches from the hallway, holding his toy truck,
listening.
Genres:
["Horror","Drama"]
Ratings
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Echoes of the Past
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – DAY
A ferry horn echoes across the bay.
A crew truck rumbles up the cracked driveway.
“DANERIDGE DEVELOPMENTS – RESTORATION DIVISION.”
Victor steps out with CLAIRE HOLLIS (30s, realtor, sharp) and
SAL VENTURA (50s, foreman, tough old-school New Yorker).
CLAIRE
Condemned three decades, multiple
failed sales.
City finally unloaded it to you for
pennies.
SAL
Pennies and a curse, you ask me.
Victor eyes the house — a scar on the block.
Boards cover windows.
The front door’s chain has been recently replaced.
VICTOR
We’re not here to believe. We’re
here to build.
Sal grunts.
Claire studies him — she doesn’t buy his calm.
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – DAY
Dust motes float like spirits.
Sunlight slants through broken blinds.
Victor, Claire, Sal, and two workers — EDDIE and TONY — step
inside.
SAL
Jesus, smells like a morgue in
here.
CLAIRE
Just keep it moving. We’re
surveying the damage.
They pass the living room, still littered with police tape
and a broken tripod.
Victor pauses at the stain where the teens vanished — a dark,
circular mark on the floorboards.
He crouches, touches it — feels a faint vibration.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
You okay?
VICTOR
Yeah. Just a draft.
But the music box tune — faint, distant — seems to answer
him.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Drama"]
Ratings
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The Unseen Watcher
INT. BASEMENT STAIRCASE – LATER
The team descends with flashlights.
Cobwebs. Old pipes. The air feels charged.
TONY
No power, but something’s buzzing.
SAL
That’s just live wire hum.
Victor’s light catches the red door at the end of the
corridor.
Fresh locks. Iron hinges. Burn marks.
CLAIRE
That wasn’t on the blueprints.
SAL
Yeah, no kidding. You want me to
pop it?
Victor hesitates — the same breath of cold air as in the
livestream.
VICTOR
Not yet. Seal it for now.
We’ll deal with it once the
abatement crew clears upstairs.
They mark it with tape: “DO NOT ENTER.”
As they turn to leave, the tape peels off by itself.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY – DUSK
Claire photographs rooms for documentation.
Each flash briefly reveals faint silhouettes behind her —
like people standing in the reflection of cracked mirrors.
She doesn’t see them.
RADIO STATIC (O.S.)
—a male voice— barely audible:
“build it again…”
Claire frowns, lowers her phone.
CLAIRE
Victor? You hear that?
Silence.
She looks toward the stairwell — empty.
EXT. HOUSE – SUNSET
The team exits, shadows long across the lawn.
SAL
We’ll need hazmat masks tomorrow.
Mold, maybe asbestos.
CLAIRE
And you’ll need a priest, too.
Victor half-smiles.
VICTOR
Already called one.
He’s on his way.
Camera pans upward — the house windows flicker faintly, as
though someone watches from inside.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Supernatural"]
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Obsession Over Family
INT. VICTOR’S HOUSE – NIGHT
Victor sits at his desk, surrounded by open files and
photographs. The Amityville material dominates the space.
His phone buzzes.
He ignores it.
Then — it buzzes again.
Victor exhales, irritated. Picks it up.
ON SCREEN: “MICHAEL.”
Victor hesitates before answering.
VICTOR
Hey.
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. MICHAEL’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Michael, late 20s, tired in a way that has nothing to do with
sleep.
MICHAEL
You said you’d call.
Victor closes his eyes.
VICTOR
I know. I got caught up.
Michael looks around his apartment. Half-unpacked boxes.
MICHAEL
You always do.
A beat.
VICTOR
I’m working on something important.
Michael almost laughs.
MICHAEL
It’s always important, Dad.
Victor glances at the files on his desk. The house. The
plate. The photos.
VICTOR
I’m trying to fix something.
Michael shakes his head.
MICHAEL
You said that last time.
Silence.
MICHAEL (CONT’D)
Look, I can’t keep doing this.
Showing up and wondering if you
will.
That lands.
VICTOR
I can come by this weekend.
Michael doesn’t respond immediately.
MICHAEL
You said that about Mom’s birthday.
Victor has no answer.
MICHAEL (CONT’D)
Just… don’t promise if you can’t.
The line clicks dead.
Victor stares at the phone.
Then, deliberately, he turns it face down.
He looks back at the Amityville materials.
A choice has been made.
Victor leans in, studying the photographs with renewed focus.
This time, there’s something desperate in it.
CUT TO:
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Drama","Family"]
Ratings
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Unearthing the Past
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – NEXT MORNING
The ferry horn echoes again, this time under gray daylight.
Demolition trucks idle in the drive. Hard hats, clipboards,
nervous chatter.
SAL
You’d think this was Ground Zero
the way they talk on the news.
VICTOR
Let’s just make it a clean site by
Friday.
A sedan pulls up. FATHER CALLAHAN (50s, world-weary but
resolute) steps out, Roman collar under a weathered jacket.
CLAIRE
You actually got a priest.
VICTOR
Public relations. A blessing sells
better than sage.
CALLAHAN
Then let’s sell some peace of mind.
He surveys the house like a battlefield.
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – DAY
Dust filters through the beams as Callahan sprinkles holy
water along the foyer.
CALLAHAN (QUIETLY)
Where there’s memory, there’s
presence.
Where there’s presence, there’s
claim.
Victor watches, uneasy.
VICTOR
It’s just a building.
CALLAHAN
Then you won’t mind if it screams
when we touch its bones.
He makes the sign of the cross.
Somewhere below, the music box tune flutters—barely audible.
EXT. BACK YARD – DAY
Excavator engines start up. Sal waves his crew forward.
The bucket claws into the ground, scooping dirt from decades
of decay.
WORKER #1 (EDDIE)
Hey, boss—check this!
He lifts something from the bucket—
A charred child’s shoe, small enough for a six-year-old.
SAL
Tag it. Don’t start rumors.
He tosses it into a bag. The wind gusts, scattering ash from
the soil.
INT. BASEMENT – SAME TIME
Father Callahan descends alone, flashlight beam slicing
through cobwebs.
The red door looms ahead, its surface scarred like burnt
skin.
The taped warning—“DO NOT ENTER”—hangs loose again.
He touches the iron hinge.
It’s warm.
CALLAHAN
Who opened you last?
A faint BREATH exhales from beneath the door.
His flashlight flickers.
He backs away—cross raised.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Drama"]
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The Haunting Unveiled
EXT. WORK SITE – LATER
Victor checks blueprints spread on a truck hood.
CLAIRE
We’ll need asbestos clearance
before teardown.
SAL (O.S.)
Hey, Vic! You better see this!
Victor and Claire hurry over.
At the trench—
Eddie kneels beside the excavator, pale.
EDDIE
It… it moved.
VICTOR
What moved?
EDDIE
The ground.
He points.
Mud bubbles, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Suddenly—WHOOMPH!—a burst of black gas erupts.
Eddie stumbles back coughing—then stops.
His chest convulses—veins darkening beneath the skin.
CLAIRE
Oh my God—!
He collapses. The mud beneath him swallows his arm whole.
Sal lunges to pull him free—Eddie’s entire body jerks
downward.
A scream—then silence.
Only his hard hat floats on the surface.
EXT. SITE – MOMENTS LATER
Sirens wail. EMTs lift a stretcher shrouded in plastic.
Reporters gather at the gate.
REPORTER
Second death at the Amityville
site—coincidence or curse?
Flashbulbs pop. Victor shields his eyes.
CLAIRE (WHISPERS)
You should shut this down.
VICTOR (HOLLOW)
Can’t. Investors are watching. If I
stop now, I lose everything.
Behind them, Father Callahan stands at the porch, staring at
the red-door window— a faint orange glow pulsing behind the
boards.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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Whispers of the Past
INT. TRAILER OFFICE – NIGHT
Rain batters the roof. Victor drinks from a paper cup,
staring at old headlines on his laptop.
INSERT – SCREEN:
1974 MASS MURDER — 6 DEAD.
1980 FAMILY CLAIMS POSSESSION.
2005 FIRE DESTROYS RECORDS.
He shuts the lid.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Evil is patient. But it never
forgives intrusion.
Victor jumps. Callahan stands in the doorway, soaked.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Whatever’s beneath that soil—
It’s older than this house. Older
than sin.
VICTOR
You think I don’t know fear,
Father?
Try debt. That’s the devil I live
with.
CALLAHAN
Then you’ve met his cousin.
Thunder cracks.
EXT. SITE – LATER THAT NIGHT
The storm intensifies. Only one generator hums, casting
stuttering light.
A tarp rips free—exposing the trench.
Rainwater fills the cavity, swirling into a dark whirlpool.
Lightning—
For an instant, skeletal shapes twist beneath the surface.
Hands. Faces.
The whirlpool collapses inward with a deep SUCKING SOUND.
The generator sputters out.
Silence.
Then—from inside the house—
THREE HEAVY KNOCKS on the red door.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Holy Mother of God…
CUT TO:
INT. RED DOOR – POV – UNKNOWN SPACE
Total blackness.
A faint orange ember glows—breathing, waiting.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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Dawn at the Marina
EXT. MARINA PARKING LOT – DAWN
Gulls wheel above gray water.
Victor leans against his truck, on the phone, staring at the
ferry wake.
VICTOR
We had a fatality. I’m filing the
report.
(beat)
No—do not leak anything. We keep
schedule, we manage optics—
He notices Evan in the back seat, asleep, clutching his toy
truck.
Victor lowers his voice.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
Look, we’re advancing demo to
framing pull. Two days.
Yes, investors get a site walk
tomorrow. I’ll have a priest and a
cop there if it sells calm.
He hangs up, defeated.
LENA (O.S.)
You brought him here?
Victor turns—Lena stands by the passenger door, arms folded.
LENA (CONT’D)
A death on your site and you think
“Bring our ten-year-old to the salt
air”?
(softening)
Come home, Vic.
He looks at Evan, then the truck mirror. For a split second,
the mirror fogs—letters begin to form—
He wipes it. Nothing there.
Genres:
["Horror","Drama"]
Ratings
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14 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. POLICE STATION – DAY
Sheriff Davenport flips through a thin case file: photocopies
of the livestream stills, a missing persons report.
SHERIFF
Families of the kids want closure.
Last known location—your property.
If you dig, you call me first.
VICTOR
We’re not digging. We’re clearing.
SHERIFF
There’s a difference between
“clear” and “disturb.”
(leans in)
And if I hear another saw fire up
without OSHA present, I’ll chain
your gate shut myself.
VICTOR
I’ll call.
(beat)
You ever hear the words—“build it
again”?
That lands with him. The Sheriff’s eyes flick to an older,
yellowed report on his desk.
SHERIFF
Once or twice. Usually before
something burns.
INT. CLAIRE’S SUV – DAY
Claire dictates notes into her phone.
CLAIRE
—Exterior rot at soffits, possible
termite tracks, asymmetrical
subsidence front yard, unexplained
heat signatures in basement
corridor.
(beat)
Note: red door not on original
plats. No wiring to that area.
Request structural scan.
A burst of static in her speakers.
MALE VOICE (FILTERED)
build it again…
She freezes. Looks to the passenger seat. Her phone screen
glitches—the voice memo waveform draws itself into a bell
shape, then flattens.
CLAIRE
No, no, no—
She kills the app. Breathes. Reopens—everything looks normal.
She records again—silence.
Genres:
["Horror","Mystery","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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Safety Concerns and Supernatural Warnings
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – LATE AFTERNOON
An OSHA INSPECTOR (40s) steps under the tape with a
clipboard.
Sal meets him, irritated but polite. Father Callahan lingers
a few paces back, praying quietly.
OSHA INSPECTOR
Perimeter’s sloppy, trench shoring
is inconsistent, and somebody left
a live generator near pooled water.
SAL
We buttoned it before the storm—
OSHA INSPECTOR
Button it now.
(eyes the house)
And keep your crew clear of
enclosed spaces until clearance.
He signs a temporary limited-stop order and hands it to
Victor.
OSHA INSPECTOR (CONT’D)
You can abate soft demo—no digging,
no load shifts.
If I see one bucket of soil move,
it’s a full stop.
He leaves. Sal exhales hard.
SAL
You heard the man—dust out, light
pulls, no ground.
VICTOR
We keep motion. Optics.
INT. RECTORY LIBRARY – EVENING
Dim, dust-moted. Callahan flips brittle pages of a parish
ledger.
INSERT – LEDGER
(HANDWRITTEN):
“1875 – Watchtower post consecrated after arsons. Children
missing. Bell rung nightly by order of Warden Keane. Mothers
gathered at the fence. Screams beyond the marsh.”
Callahan’s finger traces a line.
“Ritual of Containment: Three notes. If the bell is taken,
the ground learns its own rhythm.”
He closes the book, shaken, and pulls a sepia photograph from
an envelope: a wooden watch tower where the house now stands.
In the corner, a shape like a bell hangs from a beam.
He pockets the photo.
EXT. OAK RIDGE CEMETERY – DUSK
A modest, neglected plot. Professor Harper (60s) places a
stone on a weathered marker.
Callahan approaches.
CALLAHAN
You’ve been here before.
HARPER
Since I was a boy. Grandfather said
this ground took and took—
then learned to want.
He offers Callahan a folded map overlay—the Revolutionary
watch post footprint aligned with the present parcel.
HARPER (CONT’D)
They didn’t build a house on
haunted ground.
They built a house to cap it.
CALLAHAN
And now we’re pulling the cap.
HARPER
You’ll need more than water and
words, Father.
Callahan glances at the photograph again. The bell.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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Unseen Forces
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – NIGHT
Rain beads on the windows. Claire pins permit copies to a
corkboard. Victor stands over a whiteboard of dates and
dollar signs.
CLAIRE
Optics plan: priest blessing video,
daytime-only hours, OSHA compliance
reel.
No trenches on camera. Investors get light demo and a
walkthrough tomorrow.
She slides a media schedule to Victor.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
I’ll manage the press. You manage
the ghosts.
A flicker on the monitor—the site security feed.
Camera 2 (front hall) shows the foyer. Empty.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Do we have a motion flag on—
On the monitor, the front door swings open slowly.
No wind. No crew.
VICTOR
Sal’s still inside?
SAL (O.S.)
Nope.
They stare. The door closes itself. The feed tears, then
returns.
CLAIRE
Kill the cams for the night.
VICTOR
No. Leave them on.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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Whispers in the Dark
INT. VICTOR & LENA’S HOUSE – NIGHT
Home warmth, but thin. Evan sleeps.
Lena folds laundry on the couch, the TV low.
A bell rings once, very soft.
LENA
Victor?
No answer. She checks the mantle—no bell there.
Moves to Evan’s door—listens.
A breath near her ear, a child’s whisper—not Evan’s.
CHILD (WHISPER)
She won’t let us go.
Lena spins. Hall empty. She flicks on the light.
The light flares red for a beat, then normal.
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – FOYER – SAME NIGHT
The foyer camera blinks REC.
The music box tune drifts faintly.
A wet footprint appears on the floorboards. Then another.
Small. Child-sized.
They track across the foyer and stop at the basement door.
The handle turns a fraction, then stops—like something
learning how.
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – LATER
Victor watches the feed alone.
He doesn’t breathe.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
You can walk from this.
Victor jumps. Callahan stands in the doorway, raincoat
dripping.
VICTOR
If I walk, twenty people don’t get
paid.
My kid doesn’t get braces.
CALLAHAN
If you stay, he won’t need teeth
where he’s going.
Victor sets his jaw.
VICTOR
We do a controlled abatement
tomorrow. Cameras rolling.
We show the town we’re not afraid
of a story.
CALLAHAN
It’s not a story. It’s a hunger.
A thud from the house interrupts them—heavy, below.
Both men look to the monitors.
Basement corridor cam shakes once… twice… THREE times.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Three notes.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
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19 -
Echoes of the Amityville House
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – PRE-DAWN
Fog moves low and fast.
Sal unlocks the gate. Claire parks by the trailer, coffee in
each hand.
CLAIRE
We stick to the plan.
Hazmat masks inside, no hero moves, no doors that want to
stay shut—
She stops.
A trail of wet footprints leads from the porch to the yard,
then vanishes into the grass.
SAL
Kids?
CLAIRE
At three a.m. in a storm?
The porch light flickers red, then dies.
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MORNING
Crew in masks tape off doorways.
Claire snaps documentation—angles, tags, timestamps.
A sheet over the piano bulges slightly, as if someone sits
beneath it.
Claire notices. Lifts the sheet—no one there.
PLINK. One key depresses by itself.
PLINK. PLINK. The three-note pattern.
CLAIRE
Nope.
She backs away, bumping a music box on the mantel.
It cranks itself once. Stops.
INT. BASEMENT CORRIDOR – SAME
Victor and Sal check joists with headlamps.
The red door breathes—quiet, a slow swell and collapse of its
warped wood.
SAL
We’re not opening that, right?
VICTOR
Right. We contain. We show
compliance. We—
A CHAIN CLATTER from behind the door.
Both men freeze.
SAL
Someone’s in there.
VICTOR
There can’t be.
A tiny handprint appears on the door’s ash—then drags
downward, as if pulled from the other side.
SAL (HOARSE)
Vic—
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Back away.
Callahan steps into the corridor with holy water and a rope-
bound brass bell—old, tarnished—the one from the photograph.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
This rang on the watch post before
the house was ever framed.
If the ground knows the rhythm, we
teach it ours.
He raises the bell.
VICTOR
What happens if you’re wrong?
CALLAHAN
We find out together.
He rings ONE clear note.
The corridor hum stops, as if listening.
He rings TWO.
The house shivers.
He raises the bell for the third—
The red door SLAMS from inside—THREE booming knocks match the
bell’s pitch.
The rope on the bell SNAPS in Callahan’s hand.
The hinge bolts on the red door turn by themselves, half a
rotation—then stop.
CALLAHAN (UNDER BREATH) (CONT’D)
It learned.
The corridor light pops, plunging them into darkness.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
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20 -
Tension at the Amityville House
EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
From outside, the house exhales a cloud of breath through the
attic vents.
A flock of crows explodes from the trees.
Claire bursts out the front door, ripping off her mask,
gasping for air.
CLAIRE
We’re done. We’re done today.
Victor stumbles out after her, chalk-pale.
VICTOR
We regroup.
(lying to himself)
We show the footage at noon. Keep
the investors calm.
Callahan emerges last, gripping the broken bell rope.
CALLAHAN
If you show them anything, show
them the truth.
(beat)
It’s not trapped behind that door.
The door is for us.
Victor meets his eyes. For the first time, we see him
consider stopping.
Then his phone BUZZES. A text from Investor 1:
“NOON WALK-THRU CONFIRMED. TV CREW COMING.”
Victor swallows it down.
INT. VICTOR’S TRUCK – MOMENTS LATER
He sinks into the driver’s seat, hands shaking.
The rearview mirror fogs again. Letters form:
LEAVE IT
He wipes at them, frantic—
In the reflection behind him, for a blink—Riley stands in the
back seat, eyes hollow, water dripping from his hair.
Victor whips around—empty.
Evan’s paper haunted house art sits on the seat where Riley
seemed to be.
The paper house bleeds red paint slowly down the page, as if
fresh.
Victor grips the wheel, rattled, and the brass bell in
Callahan’s lap (outside) gives a single, unbidden clink.
CUT TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – MIDDAY
Bright autumn sunlight. Camera crews unload tripods. A banner
flaps on the fence:
“THE AMITY RESIDENCES – RESTORING HISTORY.”
Victor straightens his tie, hiding exhaustion. Claire
coordinates a small news team. Father Callahan lingers near
the porch, wary.
CLAIRE
Keep the interior shots wide,
bright, neutral.
If anything flickers, cut to me or
Victor.
REPORTER (OFF-CAMERA)
And the priest?
CLAIRE
Optional color. Human interest, not
horror.
Callahan mutters a prayer anyway.
Genres:
["Horror","Thriller","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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21 -
Unearthed Tensions
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – DAY
Lights mounted, cables snaking. The piano sits uncovered for
“character of the property.”
Victor steps to camera with a rehearsed smile.
VICTOR
Today’s about transparency. We’re
not erasing the past —
we’re reclaiming it.
Behind him, Callahan’s cross catches a glint of sunlight —
and the temperature seems to drop.
REPORTER
Locals call it cursed. What do you
call it?
VICTOR
Opportunity.
CALLAHAN (QUIET)
Pride before the fall.
A low click echoes from the foyer — the security system
arming itself. Claire frowns at the tablet feed.
CLAIRE
That’s… not online yet.
INT. FOYER – CONTINUOUS
A cameraman sweeps across the staircase. His light flickers —
and for a heartbeat, a figure stands at the top landing.
Small. White dress. Watching.
He lowers the lens — gone.
CAMERAMAN
Uh… thought someone was up there.
CLAIRE
Nobody’s upstairs. Stay on the
group.
EXT. BACK YARD – CONTINUOUS
Sal demonstrates the trench area to the investors.
SAL
Soil stabilization’s next phase
once permits clear.
We poured quicklime to neutralize the rot smell, but it—
He stops. A wet patch seeps through the dirt, spreading. The
ground trembles — subtle, rhythmic, three pulses.
The OSHA inspector reappears, frowning.
OSHA INSPECTOR
What did I tell you about—
The ground erupts — a short belch of black vapor. Everyone
recoils.
VICTOR
Just methane. Natural release.
The inspector’s boots sink half an inch into the mud. He
steps back fast, unnerved.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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22 -
Awakening the Curse
INT. HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Claire gestures for the cameraman to keep rolling.
CLAIRE
Just keep it smooth — daylight,
neutral, family-safe—
Her earpiece crackles: the feed from the security cam in the
foyer.
FEED (DISTORTED)
build it again… build it again…
Claire rips the earpiece out. The cameraman keeps filming.
Behind Victor, the piano plays — the same three-note pattern.
VICTOR
(to Callahan)
You doing that?
CALLAHAN
It’s not my key.
The top of the piano bursts open — the strings SNAP with
metallic twangs. A shockwave pops every light in the room.
INT. BASEMENT HALLWAY – SIMULTANEOUS
The red door quivers, breathing harder. Its hinges rotate
half a turn by themselves, then stop.
The tape across it PEELS in slow motion. The door exhales a
gust of hot air — the camera lens fogs.
Through the fog, the word LEAVE appears, written backward.
EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Screams from inside. The reporter’s camera feed shakes
violently.
CLAIRE (O.S.)
Kill the lights! Kill everything!
The front door bursts open — dust and smoke pour out.
Callahan staggers into daylight, coughing.
CALLAHAN
It’s open.
God help us… it’s open.
Behind him, through the door’s darkness, the faint sound of
children laughing.
EXT. STREET – SAME TIME
Across the street, onlookers film with phones. A livestream
pops up online: “Amityville Curse 2025 — It’s Happening
Again.”
A million hearts and comments flood the feed.
On-screen, the image freezes mid-frame — the house windows
glowing faint red like eyes. Inside one window: Riley’s face,
pale and grinning.
INT. TRAILER – LATER THAT NIGHT
Victor watches the playback on repeat, the screen flickering
red over his face.
LENA (V.O.)
You can’t scrub evil with drywall.
The reflection in the monitor changes — his own face warps,
his eyes black for a split second.
He slams the laptop shut.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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23 -
Echoes of the Past
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – MORNING
Yellow tape snakes across the property. News vans crowd the
street. Camera flashes pop as the house stands silent behind
barricades.
REPORTER (V.O.)
City officials have halted
construction after yesterday’s
tragic on-site incident—
(MORE)
REPORTER (V.O.) (CONT'D)
the third unexplained death
connected to 112 Ocean Avenue in
fifty years.
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – SAME
Victor sits alone, staring at his phone. Missed calls stack:
INVESTORS, LENA, CLAIRE. He finally answers one.
VICTOR
Yeah... I’m handling it.
INVESTOR #1 (V.O.)
You’re trending worldwide, Dane.
“Ground Zero Goes to Hell.”
We can’t back you unless you
control the story.
VICTOR
I can control the site. The story’s
already writing itself.
He hangs up, eyes bloodshot.
A boom from the house shakes the trailer walls. Papers
flutter off the desk—blueprints showing the red-door cellar
circled in red.
EXT. STREET – DAY
SHERIFF DAVENPORT addresses the media while crews erect
fencing.
SHERIFF
Until we identify all remains and
confirm structural safety, this
property is sealed.
No work, no tours, no live feeds.
Callahan watches from the crowd, silent, rosary wound tight
in his fist.
INT. CLAIRE’S SUV – LATER
Claire reviews raw news footage on her laptop. Frame freeze:
the moment the piano exploded, a blurred face reflected in
the brass plate—Riley.
She exhales, shaken. Opens another file—Harper’s map overlay.
The camera pans to a note scribbled in the corner:
“Containment fails when the door is remembered.”
INT. DANE HOME – NIGHT
The house looks safe, suburban. Lena reads on the couch; Evan
builds Legos.
From the kitchen, the music-box tune starts faintly. Lena
freezes. Walks in—Evan’s toy box sits open, but no toy
moving.
She shuts it. Turns off the light.
WHISPER (V.O.)
Build it again...
Evan’s Lego tower collapses by itself. A single red brick
rolls across the floor and stops at Lena’s foot.
She bends to pick it up—sees soot on her fingers.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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24 -
The Inherited Curse
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – NIGHT
Victor stands at the perimeter fence. No crews, no cameras.
He unlocks the gate and steps inside alone.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Breaking and entering your own
damnation?
Victor turns—Callahan’s there, holding the broken bell in one
hand.
VICTOR
You said the ritual sealed it.
Maybe ringing it again will finish
the job.
CALLAHAN
You’re not listening.
Every sound it hears, it learns.
You make noise—you teach it your
name.
INT. FOYER – CONTINUOUS
Flashlight beams sweep. Dust motes swirl like ash in a
current.
Victor kneels, touches the floor where the footprints
appeared. They’re dry now—burned into the boards.
CALLAHAN
Leave it be.
VICTOR
Can’t leave what I own.
He heads for the basement door.
CALLAHAN (SHARPER)
You don’t own it. You inherited it.
Victor stops.
VICTOR
What did you say?
Callahan pulls a folded photocopy from his coat— an 1875
census page: WARDEN AMOS DANE, keeper of the watch-tower
prison.
CALLAHAN
Your ancestor built the first door.
You’re not the landlord—you’re the
lock.
Victor stares at the page, pale.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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25 -
Awakening the Unknown
INT. BASEMENT CORRIDOR – MOMENTS LATER
They descend together. The red door looms. Now its surface
pulses like a heartbeat.
VICTOR
If he built it... maybe I can
finish it.
He raises a pry-bar.
CALLAHAN
Don’t—!
He strikes the hinges once. A low moan fills the corridor.
Dust rains from the ceiling; the lights explode.
CALLAHAN (YELLS) (CONT’D)
It woke up!
They bolt up the stairs as the door begins to swell outward,
wood splintering.
EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
They burst onto the porch. Behind them—a muffled bell tone
from underground.
CALLAHAN
It’s copying us now.
Victor doubles over, breathless. In the distance—sirens.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
You need to tell your family to
leave the city.
VICTOR
No more running.
I’ll fix it the way he failed.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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26 -
Echoes of the Past
INT. DANE HOME – LATER THAT NIGHT
Lena wakes to the doorbell chime. Checks the time—3:00 A.M.
At the front door—no one there. She steps outside barefoot.
Across the street, a construction warning light blinks red.
Between the flashes, she sees— Eddie, the dead worker,
standing ankle-deep in the gutter water.
Eyes black. Mouth open.
She gasps—he vanishes with the next blink.
Behind her, the house lights flicker in a three-note rhythm.
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – DAWN
Victor returns again, carrying a gas can and the blueprints.
He splashes fuel across the foyer.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Fire won’t cleanse it. You’ll only
feed what breathes in the smoke.
VICTOR
Then what stops it?
CALLAHAN
The bell’s rhythm. But it demands a
voice that shares its blood.
Victor realizes what that means.
VICTOR (QUIET)
Me.
He looks toward the basement stairs, the faint orange glow
pulsing below.
CALLAHAN
If you go down there, don’t speak.
It listens. It repeats.
Victor grips the bell’s broken rope, steps into the darkness.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
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27 -
Echoes of the Unknown
INT. BASEMENT – CONTINUOUS
Each step echoes twice—once real, once delayed. The red door
waits, pulsing. A child’s whisper seeps through.
CHILD (O.S.)
Help us build it again…
Victor lifts the bell fragment—its metal hums in sympathy. He
rings it once—pure tone. The walls vibrate.
Second ring—lower, warped. The door’s cracks bleed smoke.
He hesitates on the third—hears Evan’s voice through the
door.
EVAN (O.S.)
Dad…?
Victor’s eyes widen. He drops the bell. It rings a third note
as it hits the floor.
A blast of hot wind flings him backward into black.
CUT TO:
INT. DANE HOME – SAME TIME
Evan bolts upright in bed, screaming.
His bedroom window shatters inward—wind and soot billow
across his room. The music-box tune plays from nowhere.
Lena bursts in, grabs him.
LENA
Evan! What is it?
EVAN
He’s calling me.
They both look toward the hallway.
Every light burns red.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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28 -
Echoes of the Unknown
INT. BASEMENT – NIGHT
Victor lies in rubble and smoke.
His flashlight flickers weakly beside him.
The red door no longer pulses — it’s breathing quietly,
steady as sleep.
Victor’s hand shakes as he touches the floor — warm.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Victor!
Callahan descends with his lantern. Finds him sprawled near
the stairs.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
You heard it, didn’t you?
Victor looks dazed. His pupils dilate unevenly.
VICTOR (DISTANT)
It... called me by name.
Callahan lifts him to his feet. Behind them, the splintered
wood starts knitting itself — tiny threads of charred timber
fusing back together.
CALLAHAN (HORRIFIED)
It’s healing.
Victor stares blankly. Whispers.
VICTOR
No. It’s rebuilding.
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – LATER
Claire watches site footage from the previous night frame by
frame.
ON SCREEN:
Victor enters basement – static – red blur – cut.
She enhances the final frame.
A shadow behind Victor, taller than human, hands on his
shoulders.
CLAIRE (TO HERSELF)
Oh my God.
She scrolls to the thermal feed—
Victor’s body registers two temperatures, overlapping.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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29 -
Whispers of the Bell Vault
INT. DANE HOME – SAME NIGHT
Lena tucks Evan back in.
He’s pale, whispering to himself.
LENA
Honey, what are you saying?
EVAN (HALF-ASLEEP)
He’s fixing it...
He’s fixing what broke...
Lena strokes his hair. Her fingers come away gray with ash.
INT. BASEMENT – PRE-DAWN
Victor wakes on the floor, alone.
The bell fragment lies beside him—split clean in half.
He stands unsteadily.
The red door is perfectly smooth again, as if untouched.
A faint reflection moves across its surface— his own face—but
the eyes stay black when he blinks.
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – MORNING
Sunrise breaks red through low fog.
Callahan meets Claire at the fence line, holding a file.
CALLAHAN
Your blueprints were wrong. The
foundation’s deeper than the
records.
(he opens the file)
(MORE)
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
There’s a sub-level beneath the
basement. Built in 1875.
They called it the bell vault.
CLAIRE
You think that’s what’s down there?
CALLAHAN
I think that’s what’s trying to get
up.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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30 -
Shadows of Doubt
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – LATER
Victor sits at his desk, pale and sweating.
The computer hums—a low, dissonant chord.
He opens a file labeled “Permit Appeal.”
The cursor moves on its own, typing:
BUILD IT AGAIN.
He slams the laptop shut, breath ragged.
Claire bursts in.
CLAIRE
You need to see this.
She throws the blueprint overlay on his desk— the 1875 tower
map over the modern property grid.
The alignment is perfect— the red door sits directly over a
circle labeled BELL PIT.
VICTOR (FLATLY)
Then we dig it out.
CLAIRE
No—we seal it!
He stands abruptly. His movements are jerky, unnatural.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Victor...?
He blinks hard. The darkness fades from his eyes—momentarily
human again.
VICTOR (QUIET)
Sorry. Just tired.
Callahan appears at the door.
CALLAHAN
Tired men don’t speak with someone
else’s breath.
EXT. MARINA PARKING LOT – DAY
Lena sits in her car, waiting for Victor.
She sees him across the lot, talking to two construction
foremen.
When he turns, she freezes—
For a flash, his shadow points the wrong direction.
He waves to her, normal smile— but she doesn’t wave back.
Genres:
["Horror","Mystery","Supernatural"]
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31 -
Whispers of Dread
INT. CLAIRE’S SUV – MOVING – AFTERNOON
Claire drives toward the county archives.
She replays an audio clip she took in the trailer.
Victor’s voice: “Then we dig it out.”
Underneath—barely audible—another whisper repeating the same
words, half a second delayed.
She turns off the recorder. Silence.
Then the car radio cuts on by itself.
RADIO VOICE (CHILDLIKE)
You can’t stop what you’re standing
on.
Her GPS reroutes automatically: “Destination: 112 Ocean
Avenue.”
Claire yanks the wheel, kills the ignition, trembling.
INT. DANE HOME – EVENING
Lena watches the news replay of Victor at the site—eyes
hollow, jaw tight.
ANCHOR (ON TV)
City engineers confirm structural
anomalies at the condemned
property.
Mr. Victor Dane has refused to
comment.
Evan steps into the living room holding his crayon drawing: a
red door, surrounded by stick figures with no faces.
EVAN
They’re building again, Mom.
She grabs the paper, unsettled.
LENA
Who told you that?
He points toward the hallway.
A faint humming comes from the vent—three notes.
Lena clutches him tight.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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32 -
The House Commands
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – NIGHT
Floodlights bathe the property.
Victor stands with Sal and two workers near the trench.
SAL
City says no digging till permits
clear.
What’s the plan?
Victor’s voice has a strange calm.
VICTOR
We’re not digging. We’re restoring.
He steps closer to the trench.
A faint rumble beneath the soil—like something turning in its
sleep.
Callahan arrives, flashlight beam cutting through mist.
CALLAHAN
Step away from the ground, Victor.
Victor turns, smiling faintly—eyes dark again.
VICTOR
We have to finish what my family
started.
CALLAHAN
That’s not your family speaking.
Victor’s nose bleeds black. He wipes it, unfazed.
EXT. STREET – SAME
Claire pulls up fast, jumps from her SUV.
CLAIRE
Father! The old blueprints—
That vault isn’t just under the
house. It runs beneath the street.
They buried the original bell
chamber directly under the
foundation line.
CALLAHAN (GRIM)
Then it’s not one house we’re
sealing. It’s the whole damn block.
He looks back—Victor is gone.
The trench sits open, the ground faintly steaming.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Dear God, he’s already inside.
INT. BASEMENT – CONTINUOUS
Victor stands before the red door.
It’s no longer sealed. It breathes with him.
He whispers.
VICTOR
Show me what you want built.
A chorus of whispers answers, layering into a single voice.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Everything.
The door swells outward, the grain twisting into the shape of
veins.
Victor reaches out—and the surface pulses beneath his palm
like flesh.
FADE OUT.
INT. BASEMENT – CONTINUOUS
Victor keeps his palm on the door. It breathes with him.
His lips move—no sound—then the house answers in a low,
layered whisper.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Build.
A hairline crack races across the slab at his feet. From
below: HAMMERING—steady, deliberate—as if a crew is working
under the concrete.
Victor smiles, entranced.
CUT TO:
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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33 -
Secrets in the Shadows
EXT. STREET / GATE – NIGHT
Sal kills his truck headlights and rolls to a stop. TONY and
LOPEZ jump out with tool bags.
TONY
Grab the compressors, we’re in and
out. No digging. No drama.
SAL
If anybody asks, we were never
here.
They slip past the tape and onto the property.
INT. FOYER – NIGHT
Their flashlights swing through dust.
From inside the walls: NAIL-GUN POPS. SAW BUZZ. WOOD CREAKS.
LOPEZ
Who okayed a night crew?
SAL
Nobody. That’s not our guys.
He wipes dust off a wall. Fresh mud lines trace where new
studs were never installed.
He puts an ear to plaster—HAMMERS pound inches from his head.
SAL (CONT’D)
Tony—thermal.
Tony lifts a small FLIR camera: a hot grid of vertical lines
appears—studs lighting up inside solid plaster.
TONY
There’s a frame in there. But there
isn’t.
From somewhere deeper: DING. DING. DING. Three notes. The
house pauses… listens.
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – SAME
Claire pins Harper’s map beside the 1875 ledger copy.
Callahan circles sections with a Sharpie.
CALLAHAN
Guard rotations. “Watchers.” The
bell wasn’t just to hold something
down.
(reads)
“Ring thrice. Hold vigil. Record
names of the lost.”
CLAIRE
They weren’t guarding the house.
They were feeding it names.
She pulls a brittle journal page from a sleeve.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Harper’s grandfather wrote
this—1876:
“When the bell kept time, the
ground kept quiet. When it missed,
the earth begged to be framed.”
CALLAHAN (GRIM)
“Framed.”
He stares at the wall. The word sinks in.
Genres:
["Horror","Mystery","Supernatural"]
Ratings
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34 -
Trapped by the Past
INT. FOYER / HALL – NIGHT
Sal leads Tony and Lopez toward the living room.
As their lights pass over bare studs, nails push themselves
in—tidy, rhythmic—pop-pop-pop—as if a phantom carpenter is
fastening boards.
TONY
We’re leaving.
A sheet of plaster rises like a curtain, sealing a doorway
they just walked through.
They whirl around—blocked.
SAL
Pick a wall and punch it out. Now!
Lopez swings a sledge—SMASH!
He knocks a hole—HOLLOW behind it—then the hole heals;
plaster knits shut like scabbed skin.
LOPEZ (SHAKING)
No. No—
From down the hall, the music box tune drifts, slightly off-
time—trying to match the hammering.
INT. BASEMENT – SAME
Victor stands, eyes dark, breathing in the door’s rhythm.
He pulls a folded permit appeal from his pocket and a pen.
His hand moves on its own, writing in perfect block letters:
BUILD IT AGAIN.
He blinks—horrified. The letters bleed black dust onto his
palm.
CALLAHAN (O.S.)
Victor!
Callahan barrels down the stairs, rosary out.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Say your name.
VICTOR (ECHOING)
Victor Dane.
(half-beat later, a
layered whisper)
Victor Dane.
Callahan flinches—two voices riding one breath.
CALLAHAN
Come away from it.
Victor’s hand doesn’t let go. He forces it free—skin sticks
for a beat like pulling from honey.
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
Professor Harper hustles up with a canvas tube of maps.
HARPER
Father! Claire! I found the tower
ledger—
(seeing their faces)
What did it take?
CLAIRE
The walls are moving.
Harper unrolls a cross-section:
A bell shaft beneath the house, stone ribs radiating under
the block.
HARPER
They didn’t bury a bell. They built
a lung.
Every time this town rebuilt—
(gestures) —it learned how to
breathe again.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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35 -
Trapped in Silence
INT. LIVING ROOM / HALL – NIGHT
Sal, Tony, and Lopez edge toward the front door.
The piano plinks—three notes—then faster, as if learning.
The keys depress in a quick construction rhythm.
A fresh stud wall grows across the foyer, rails rising
noiselessly, sheeting stretching tight.
SAL
Door. Now!
They sprint. The new wall shifts to meet them—studs slide
into place like bones aligning.
Lopez dives—catches the last gap—gets wedged at the ribs.
LOPEZ (SCREAMING)
Pull me— PULL—!
Sal grabs him. Tony grabs Sal. The wall tightens.
Lopez’s helmet pops off—SPINS into the darkness.
TONY
I can’t— I can’t get a grip!
Lopez is sucked through as the sheet closes over him, leaving
a clean, painted surface with fresh nail heads.
Silence. Then, faintly, from inside the wall—pounding.
LOPEZ (MUF’D)
(three knocks)
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Sal slams his fists—BANG BANG BANG back.
The wall answers on its own—BANG. BANG. BANG.
Then nothing.
Sal’s hands shake. Tony’s sobbing.
SAL (HOARSE)
We call 911. We call now—
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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36 -
Echoes of the House
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – SAME
Claire dials. Busy network.
On the monitor feed, camera 2 (foyer) shows a hallway that
wasn’t there an hour ago: a pristine corridor, fresh crown
molding, no dust.
CLAIRE
It’s building a blueprint.
HARPER
Whose?
CALLAHAN
Its own.
INT. BASEMENT – SAME
Victor staggers, sweating ice.
The red door bulges, then settles, like a yawning chest.
He hears Evan’s voice again—close, intimate.
EVAN (O.S.)
Dad?
VICTOR
Evan—?
CALLAHAN
It’s not him. It knows him.
Victor’s hand twitches. His shadow lags a half-beat on the
wall.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Look at me.
Victor does. His eyes clear for a second.
VICTOR (SMALL)
It wants a crew.
CALLAHAN
Then we give it silence.
He lifts the broken bell.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
No ringing. No names. No talking.
We starve its rhythm.
The house answers with a drum of hammers from every
direction.
EXT. HOUSE – NIGHT
Sirens close in. Sheriff Davenport’s cruiser skids to a stop.
SHERIFF
Back everybody up—now!
He sees the foyer window: beyond it, a brand-new hallway
gleaming like a model home.
SHERIFF (CONT’D)
Who the hell—
A hand presses out from behind the glass—a child’s—leaving a
black handprint on the inside pane.
The handprint slides downward and vanishes.
INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
Sal and Tony pound at the new wall with hammers.
Every blow dulls—the wall dampens sound like soundproofing
foam.
SAL
Lopez! LOPEZ!
Nothing.
Tony collapses, shaking.
TONY
It took him. It took him into the
house.
Sal lifts his head. Something taps back from a different
wall—soft, child-height—tap… tap… tap in a three-note
cadence.
SAL (BROKEN)
We’re not getting him out tonight.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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37 -
The House That Remembers
INT. CLAIRE’S SUV – SAME
Claire scrolls a PDF on her tablet—Amos Dane’s watch-post
rules.
CLAIRE (READING)
“No watcher stands alone.
If one is taken, two ring. If two
are taken, three ring. If three are
taken, run.”
She looks at Callahan.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Why ring at all?
CALLAHAN
Because ringing calls the others.
It was never about alerting help.
It was roll call.
Claire’s phone vibrates—unknown number. She answers.
VOICE (FILTERED, CHILDLIKE)
Are you watching?
(beat)
Watch.
The line dies. On her tablet, the security feed switches by
itself to Camera 3 (basement).
The red door is now open a crack. A warm glow seeps out.
INT. BASEMENT – SAME
Victor and Callahan face the cracked door.
Between boards, firelight flickers—but no smoke.
CALLAHAN (WHISPERS)
Don’t look.
Victor looks.
Deep within: a ladder descends into darkness and framing
lumber stacks neatly, fresh and dry.
A mallet lies across a squared timber—waiting.
The house breathes, slow and eager.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Everyone.
Victor steps closer despite himself.
Callahan grips his sleeve.
CALLAHAN
Victor—no—
Victor’s hand shoots through the crack—caught.
The door CLAMPS around his wrist; he screams—skin steams.
Callahan slams the broken bell against the jamb—CLANG!
The house recoils; the crack widens a hair. Victor rips free,
collapses.
On the floorboards, where his wrist touched, three black
rings form in soot—like a stamping.
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
Sheriff barks orders; EMTs rush gear.
A local news drone hovers for aerial.
On camera, the roofline shifts by an inch—subtle, wrong— the
gables lift, then set as if shimming themselves level.
The crowd gasps.
SHERIFF
Everybody back up!
The house settles. Quiet returns—except for the faint,
relentless hammering from under the block.
INT. FOYER – LATER
The noise stops.
Sal presses his ear to the new wall—nothing.
He marks an X with a carpenter’s pencil.
SAL (SOFT)
Lopez… I’m coming back for you.
He pockets the pencil and turns to Tony.
SAL (CONT’D)
We go. We live. We regroup.
They move for the door.
The X he drew rubs itself away—fresh paint oozes and smooths.
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – NIGHT
Claire, Callahan, Harper, Sheriff, Sal, Tony crowd around the
table.
Victor stands apart, bandaged wrist, eyes hollow.
CLAIRE
We’re not dealing with a haunted
house.
We’re dealing with a machine that
remembers structures— and rebuilds
them with whatever’s inside.
HARPER
It adds what it takes.
That’s how it grows.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
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38 -
Ritual of Reckoning
INT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – BASEMENT – NIGHT
The basement is quieter than before.
Too quiet.
Claire kneels beside the iron plate embedded in the concrete.
The air feels thick, almost expectant.
Victor watches from the stairs.
VICTOR
You’re sure this is a good idea?
Claire doesn’t look up.
CLAIRE
No.
She removes a small bundle from her bag. Old tools. Ritual
implements. Not theatrical — practical.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
But if the plate is acting as a
conduit, then interrupting it might
slow the response.
Victor hesitates.
VICTOR
Might.
Claire meets his eyes.
CLAIRE
Or it might make it worse.
That lands.
She takes a breath and begins working — scoring symbols into
the concrete around the plate. Deliberate. Focused.
The house reacts immediately.
A LOW VIBRATION hums through the walls.
Dust falls.
Victor steps back.
VICTOR
Claire—
CLAIRE
I need another minute.
The hum deepens. The plate trembles slightly.
Claire stops.
Something’s wrong.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
It’s not resisting.
She realizes it at the same time the lights flicker.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
It’s responding.
A SHARP CRACK echoes overhead.
Victor looks up, panicked.
VICTOR
That didn’t sound good.
Claire makes a decision.
She pulls a small vial from her pocket and pours its contents
directly into the scoring around the plate.
The reaction is immediate — violent.
A BLAST of pressure throws Claire backward.
She slams into the far wall.
The humming stops.
Silence.
Victor rushes to her.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
Claire!
Claire gasps, shaken but conscious.
She looks at the plate.
The symbols are gone. The concrete has smoothed itself over.
Sealed.
CLAIRE
I just destroyed every record of
what that thing actually is.
Victor stares at her.
VICTOR
You stopped it.
Claire shakes her head.
CLAIRE
No.
She struggles to her feet.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
I taught it something.
Victor doesn’t understand yet.
Claire does.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
It doesn’t need us anymore.
She looks at the basement at the house —
with a dawning horror.
CUT TO:
SHERIFF
So how do we cut power?
Callahan lays out the ritual notes.
CALLAHAN
We don’t. We bind.
We ring three precise tones in
silence, at the mouth of the vault—
and a watcher of blood seals it.
Everyone looks to Victor.
He lifts his eyes—something older looks back through them.
VICTOR (TOO CALM)
Then we finish the job.
A long beat. Claire notices:
Victor’s shadow on the wall doesn’t blink when he does.
CLAIRE (QUIET, TO CALLAHAN)
He’s not alone in there.
CALLAHAN (JUST AS QUIET)
Then we move fast—before it learns
his last name.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
INT. DANERIDGE TRAILER – NIGHT
The table is a war map: blueprints, Harper’s overlays, parish
ledger pages, a hand-drawn cross-section labeled BELL VAULT.
CALLAHAN
We go quiet. No speaking under the
house.
Three tones—pure.
(eyes Victor)
Your blood closes it. Not your
will.
SHERIFF
I’ll hold the perimeter. If this
goes sideways, I pull them out.
CLAIRE
If it goes sideways, you won’t find
a door.
Victor flexes his bandaged wrist. The soot stamp rings
faintly throb beneath the gauze.
VICTOR (MEASURED)
Let’s finish it.
The lights dim—just a hair. Everyone feels it.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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39 -
The Descent into Darkness
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – NIGHT
Fog hugs the lawns, thicker over the foundation.
The team moves: Victor, Callahan, Claire, Sal with a tool
bag, Harper with maps, Tony carrying a coil of rope and a
tuning fork set in a case.
Sheriff signals two deputies to hold the street. The news
drone rises, hovering high.
SHERIFF (TO RADIO)
All units hold traffic two blocks
out. No sirens past the marina.
DEPUTY (V.O.)
Copy.
A distant hammering replies from underground—as if it copied
him back.
They descend the porch.
INT. BASEMENT – LATER
Lanterns only. No chatter. A SILENCE agreement passes in
looks.
Harper unrolls a vellum overlay against the foundation
wall—aligns ink to actual seam lines.
He taps a chalk mark: an X dead center in the corridor floor.
CLAIRE (WHISPER-THIN)
There.
Callahan raises two fingers—no words.
Sal and Tony kneel, begin prying at the seam with cold
chisels wrapped in rags (to mute the ring).
Each chink is a dull tap. The house listens.
The seam shifts. Air exhales from below—warm.
Victor kneels. Puts his palm over the X. His shadow lags
again, half a beat.
The slab gives. A square section lifts like a hatch.
BELL VAULT – LADDER DOWN. ORANGE GLOW.
No smoke. No smell of gas. Just heat and a low hum.
Callahan presses a finger to his lips—silence.
He hands Victor the wrapped bell head and a tuning fork.
They descend.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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40 -
Echoes of the Bell Vault
INT. BELL VAULT – CONTINUOUS
Cylindrical stone chamber. Ribs of old masonry curve like an
inside-out bell.
A wood platform—new—spans the pit.
On it: a square timber, a mallet, a carpenter’s square—set
for work.
Across the stone, names carved in rings. Children’s.
Mothers’. Guards.
Claire’s breath catches.
Lodged in the mortar at chest height—a rusted iron clapper.
Callahan points: three carved circles on the floor—a binding
ring.
Victor steps into the inner circle. The soot rings on his
wrist pulse.
Callahan positions himself at the edge, Claire beside him
with the tuning fork case opened to C4, E4, G4.
Harper kneels at the clapper, hands hovering.
SILENCE.
Callahan raises ONE finger.
Claire plucks C4—soft, pure.
The vault answers with a faint harmonic—listening.
TWO fingers.
E4—soft, pure, steady.
The hum under the floor shifts, trying to match—a fraction
off.
THREE fingers.
Claire reaches for G4—her hand trembles.
Victor tightens his grip on the bell head. His pupils widen.
From above, the faintest music box note creeps in—off-key G.
Callahan’s eyes flash: No.
Victor rings the bell head once with his nail—G—pure and
human.
The chamber tightens—stone contracts like a lung exhaling.
The names in the wall darken, ink-fresh.
Hairline cracks seal.
The glow dims.
Callahan gestures HOLD—no celebration, no words.
Then from the dark beyond the platform—
THREE KNOCKS from the stone below.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Perfect pitch. It learned.
The seal stutters—the cracks re-open. The glow brightens.
The mallet rolls. Stops at Victor’s feet.
Victor trembles, fighting an unseen current.
His wrist marks flare—the outer ring fills with black.
A whisper curls through the vault:
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Ring.
Callahan yanks the tuning fork from Claire—G4 again, softer.
He holds it near the iron clapper—the rust flakes away like
scabs.
The hum wobbles, drops half a step—searching.
Claire’s eyes widen; she realizes the trick.
CLAIRE (BREATH ONLY)
It can’t hold pitch if we starve
its echo.
She lifts the C4 and E4 again—softer, each tone fading before
the next.
A call-and-starve pattern.
The glow thins. Heat recedes.
Victor, drenched in sweat, raises the bell head one last
time—
He strikes G barely audible.
Everything stops.
Stone locks. The heat dies like a held breath released.
For a long heartbeat—silence.
Then—
From inside the wall names—a fourth, tiny knock, like a child
tapping from within the mortar.
Callahan’s face collapses.
He signs UP with his fingers.
They climb.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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41 -
Escalation of the Unknown
INT. BASEMENT – MOMENTS LATER
They emerge, seal the hatch back into place.
Sal plants braces over the seam. Tony tapes a salt ring
around it, hands shaking.
Sheriff appears at the stairs, breathless.
SHERIFF (LOW)
Transmission towers just spiked.
Cell calls blanketing this block
with the words “build it again.”
We’ve got panic three streets out.
Harper listens; the foundation rocks whisper with quiet
knocking—dozens of small pulses out of sync.
HARPER
It’s not one voice. It’s a crew.
Victor sways. The soot rings on his wrist fill a second band.
Claire catches him.
CLAIRE
Hey—stay with me.
His eyes clear—then blacken again. A lag in his blink.
VICTOR (TWO VOICES)
We finished what you started.
Callahan steps between Victor and the others.
CALLAHAN
Back outside. Now.
Victor’s phone buzzes.
He looks at it.
Doesn’t answer.
EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
They spill into fog. Sirens nearer.
Neighbors line the barricade. The news drone wobbles in the
gusts.
DEPUTY
We’ve got reports of hammering
inside half the houses on this
block.
SHERIFF
Evacuate the street. Go door-to-
door—no exceptions.
A rumble runs under the pavement—manhole covers rattle.
CLAIRE
If the vault ribs extend to the
curb—
HARPER
—then it can frame under the road.
A streetlight bows and corrects itself like a neck cracking.
The crowd gasps.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
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42 -
The Shifting Walls
INT. FOYER – SAME
Sal and Tony re-enter to grab equipment.
The foyer looks… newer. Trim is crisp; paint sheen fresh.
TONY
We sealed it. Why is it cleaner?
They hear Lopez—distant, muffled—a frantic bang-bang-bang
from somewhere higher.
SAL
Lopez! LOPEZ!
A faint three-note chime answers from upstairs—ding-ding-
ding.
They charge for the stairs.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALL – CONTINUOUS
The corridor has crown molding that wasn’t there.
A door at the end appears, settles into a frame.
From inside: BANG. BANG. BANG.
SAL
Back up!
He shoulders the door—WHAM!
It opens onto a wall—fresh drywall two inches beyond the
jamb.
From within the wall: Lopez’s muffled scream. Then silence.
Tony stares, tears streaming.
TONY
It keeps him by moving the room.
A nail pins itself into the jamb beside Tony’s face—pop.
He flinches.
SAL
We’re done. Out. Out—
The staircase shifts left an inch—they almost miss the first
step.
They bolt.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
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43 -
The Entity's Grip
EXT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
Sal and Tony burst onto the porch.
SAL
It’s rebuilding the upstairs. He’s
in the walls!
SHERIFF
No one else goes in that structure.
Behind them, Victor drifts to the porch rail, fingers
trailing the peeling paint.
His fingertips leave clean, bright white—like a fresh coat.
CLAIRE
Victor—
He turns; his eyes are almost normal. Almost.
VICTOR (SOFT)
It wants the bell whole.
He opens his fist. Where the broken bell head was, there’s
now a hairline seam—mending itself.
Callahan snatches it back; the seam stops mending—only in his
hands.
CALLAHAN
It heals faster through you.
A low chord rises from the ground—more voices joining.
Harper looks down the street.
Porch posts align in unison. A block away, a roof levels.
HARPER
It’s taking the whole street plan.
CLAIRE
We need a counterplan now.
CALLAHAN
We’ve got one: bind at the
mouth—then break the bell outside
its reach.
VICTOR (TWO VOICES, OVERLAPPING)
No.
All eyes turn to him.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
If you break it, it learns the
sound of breaking.
A beat. He’s not wrong—and that terrifies them.
CLAIRE
Then we bury it where it can’t hear
us.
Callahan nods. Sheriff grim.
SHERIFF
You’ve got until the block starts
moving people. After that, I
condemn and flood this lot.
HARPER
Water won’t starve a thing that
breathes smoke.
The news drone dips for a close shot—
The house glances its way: a quick ripple through the gable
eyes—
The drone drops from the air, shatters on the lawn.
The crowd screams and surges back.
SHERIFF
Enough! Everyone off this street!
INT. DANE HOME – SAME NIGHT
Lena packs a go-bag. Evan stands at the doorway, staring down
the hall.
LENA
Shoes. Now, Evan.
EVAN
Mom… he needs my help.
LENA
Your father can meet us later.
Evan points at the floor vent.
The music box plays from inside it—three notes, then faster,
like tiny hammers.
From the vent: whispering in Victor’s voice—not quite right.
VICTOR (VENT, FILTERED)
Buddy… ring for me.
Lena yanks the vent cover off. It’s just ducting—and a puff
of soot.
She grabs Evan, hauls him to the door.
Behind them, every picture frame on the wall hangs perfectly
level— then levels again—as the house on Ocean Avenue
breathes across the block.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
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44 -
The Bell's Toll
EXT. AMITYVILLE HOUSE – NIGHT
The team regroups at the trailer. The ground thrums faintly—
a construction tempo far below.
CALLAHAN
We take the bell far from here.
We ring three in silence with his
blood, and we end it.
He looks to Victor’s wrist. The third ring is almost full.
CLAIRE
We’re running out of Victor.
Sal steps forward, jaw set.
SAL
Give me the damn bell.
He grabs for it—Callahan hesitates—then hands it over.
CALLAHAN
You carry it.
He rings it.
Victor stares at Sal’s hand around the bell.
For a flicker, Victor’s shadow reaches for Sal’s wrist
instead.
Claire sees it—and shudders.
CLAIRE (TO VICTOR, GENTLY)
Stay with me, Vic.
Victor blinks; the shadow realigns.
From the house, three slow knocks answer across the siding—
BANG... BANG... BANG…
then the sound of a thousand nails sliding into fresh wood
all at once.
A wind rushes through them—hot as breath.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
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45 -
Ritual at the Marina
EXT. AMITYVILLE MARINA – NIGHT
Cold wind skims the bay.
Boats rock against creaking moorings.
Callahan and Claire unload a duffel from the truck—inside:
the bell, swaddled in tarp and salt cloth.
CALLAHAN
We’re far enough. It can’t echo
across open water.
CLAIRE
You sure? It reached through a
power grid.
He doesn’t answer. Sal follows, carrying a lantern.
Victor lags behind—expression vacant, eyes reflecting the
water’s red light from town.
Behind them, faint on the horizon—Ocean Avenue glows, pulsing
every few seconds.
SAL
It’s breathing. The whole damn
street.
EXT. MARINA PIER – CONTINUOUS
They step onto the dock. Callahan sets up the binding circle
with chalk, salt, and rope.
Claire opens Harper’s notes—pages flutter in the wind.
CLAIRE
“Three tones in silence. Seal with
the watcher’s mark of blood.”
(to Victor)
That’s you.
Victor nods. His voice carries a subtle chorus beneath it.
VICTOR
I’m ready.
He cuts his palm, drips blood into the circle.
The droplets hiss, smoke curling up—the sound of a match
struck underwater.
CALLAHAN
On my cue. No words after that.
He strikes a tuning fork—C4—sets it inside the salt ring.
The sound hums, low, reverent.
The water licks against the dock in rhythm.
Claire hits E4.
Sal braces the bell, gloved hands trembling.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Now.
(beat)
Ring.
Victor lifts the bell—rings G4.
The tone carries across the bay—then doubles.
An echo—but not theirs.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Ring.
The echo returns from the direction of Ocean Avenue— clear,
strong, mocking.
Each vibration rattles the dock’s bolts.
CLAIRE
It’s answering from shore!
Callahan clutches his rosary.
CALLAHAN
It learned the water’s voice.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – SAME
Windows across the block vibrate.
Porch lights strobe in unison.
A groan of timber rolls through the neighborhood as houses
tilt—aligning.
Pipes burst beneath lawns—steam rising from cracks.
A stop sign twists 30 degrees and holds.
At 112 Ocean Avenue, the roof ridge elongates by an inch;
attic windows pulse red.
Inside the new wall upstairs, Lopez’s muffled voice joins the
harmony.
LOPEZ (MUF’D, SYNCED)
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
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46 -
The Bridge to Chaos
EXT. MARINA DOCK – NIGHT
Victor drops the bell.
It rolls toward the edge—stops just short.
The water around the pilings boils; the reflection of the
town begins to warp— streets rearranging, rooftops twisting.
Claire backs up.
The dock tilts toward the water.
SAL
It’s dragging the bay!
CALLAHAN (TO VICTOR)
Break the circle!
Victor hesitates—eyes blackening again.
The whisper chorus rises from below the dock—like divers
breathing through reeds.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Build… across… water.
A bolt SNAPS—the dock lurches.
Claire nearly falls in; Sal catches her.
The bell spins once—then launches itself into the bay with a
splash like gunfire.
A sudden stillness.
They all stare over the edge.
Then, from beneath the water— a glow, red-orange, spreading
fast.
The sand beneath the pier cracks— and from it, a wooden beam
pushes upward like a pier piling growing out of nothing.
HARPER (V.O., RADIO)
Father—something’s happening
downtown—streetlights syncing—
(chaos)
—the houses are… aligning—
Callahan cuts the radio.
CALLAHAN (GRIM)
It’s spanning itself.
EXT. MARINA SHORELINE – CONTINUOUS
They scramble off the dock as the waterline shudders.
Beams rise from the bay floor—forming a crude frame,
connecting the pier back toward Ocean Avenue.
CLAIRE
It’s building a bridge!
SAL
To what?
CALLAHAN
To itself.
Another beam shoots upward beside them, splashing foam.
Victor staggers backward, horrified.
VICTOR
It’s not rebuilding the house.
It’s rebuilding the world.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
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47 -
The Awakening of the Entity
INT. DANE HOME – SAME
Lena drives a packed SUV. Evan in the back seat, pale.
LENA
Almost there, honey. We’ll stay
with Aunt May till—
The radio cuts on mid-sentence—
Victor’s voice, layered and wrong:
VICTOR (RADIO)
You can’t leave while we’re under
construction.
The SUV jerks to a stop—tires sink an inch into asphalt now
rippled like wet clay.
Evan’s crayons roll off the seat—drawings flutter—each one
now shows the same house, over and over.
Outside, streetlights lean, following them.
EXT. MARINA ROAD – NIGHT
Sheriff’s convoy screeches up to the pier.
Officers fan out, weapons drawn—not that it’ll help.
SHERIFF
What in God’s name—
The bell bursts from the bay, glowing red-hot, landing on the
pier— its surface smooth, whole, alive.
Steam hisses from its seam.
Victor stares at it, transfixed.
CALLAHAN
Don’t touch it!
Too late—Victor reaches.
The moment his skin meets the metal, the entire bay flashes
red.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – SAME TIME
Every house window lights up.
Electric lines hum.
The sound of hundreds of hammers—in perfect tempo.
Aerial shot (if filmed): the block rearranges in geometric
precision, aligning into a perfect bell shape seen from
above.
EXT. MARINA – CONTINUOUS
The glow dies. The bell now blackened, smoking in Victor’s
hands.
CALLAHAN
You gave it a path.
It can spread through reflections,
wiring—water!
CLAIRE
We have to sever the current.
She grabs the battery cables from the truck, clamps them to
the bell, and kicks the generator on.
A blue arc—electricity shrieks through the bell.
The sound warps into a scream—not human.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
YOU… BUILT… ME…
The dock splits. Everyone dives for cover.
Water geysers upward, carrying **planks, ropes, tools—**and
something else: charred boards stamped with old architectural
numbers—parts of the original watchtower.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
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48 -
The Compulsion of Ocean Avenue
EXT. STREET – SAME
Lena’s SUV shakes violently.
The asphalt beneath them buckles, splitting open into timber-
lined seams.
Beneath: glimpses of glowing joists, nails, framing.
Evan clutches her arm.
EVAN
Mom—it’s under us now.
Lena floors the gas—the SUV leaps forward, clearing a forming
gap as the street folds upward like paper.
EXT. MARINA – LATER
Rain slants sideways. Smoke drifts from the destroyed dock.
Callahan and Claire pull themselves out of the water.
The bell lies onshore—dull and silent.
Victor kneels beside it, shaking uncontrollably.
CLAIRE (COUGHING)
Is it over?
CALLAHAN
If it were, we’d hear nothing.
From across the bay— a distant hammering resumes. Slow.
Steady.
Then… closer.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
It’s building back.
VICTOR (QUIET, TREMBLING)
Then we finish the foundation.
He stands—possessed calm returning.
The wind shifts toward town.
CLAIRE
Where are you going?
VICTOR
Home.
He starts walking toward the glowing horizon.
The others stare after him.
Lightning silhouettes him for a beat—
and his shadow stays lit when the flash fades.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. MARINA ROAD – NIGHT
Victor trudges up the soaked asphalt, every step lit by the
distant glow pulsing from Ocean Avenue. Each pulse is a
heartbeat—slow, powerful, drawing him home. Behind him,
Callahan and Claire follow at a distance.
CLAIRE
He’s not walking back—he’s being
walked.
CALLAHAN
Then we follow the leash.
They keep pace as wind carries the faint toll of a bell, each
ring lower than the last.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – NIGHT
The neighborhood looks… new. Lawns trimmed, lights on,
porches gleaming with fresh paint. But there are no people.
Curtains move without hands. Every house hums the same sub-
frequency—wood vibrating.
CLAIRE
Holy God…
CALLAHAN
He’s rebuilt it in memory’s image.
Victor turns up the driveway of 112 Ocean Avenue. The Dutch
Colonial stands flawless—restored to its 1970s glory, gables
glowing faint red from inside. The windows blink like eyes
opening.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
49 -
Trapped in Darkness
EXT. STREET – CONTINUOUS
LENA’s SUV turns the corner fast. She slams the brakes. EVAN
gasps.
LENA
Oh my God… that’s—
The street has changed shape. The houses form a perfect
semicircle, closing behind them. Asphalt ripples shut like a
zipper.
EVAN
Mom… we’re stuck inside.
LENA (REALIZING)
He’s in there.
A distant child’s laughter echoes—Evan’s own voice, played
back at half speed.
EXT. HOUSE FRONT YARD – NIGHT
Victor stops at the porch. He reaches out. The front door
unlatches itself. The red door is now the main entrance,
burnished clean, its surface rippling faintly like muscle
under skin. Callahan catches up.
CALLAHAN
Victor! You open that and you’ll
feed it your soul!
Victor turns, eyes fully black now, voice layered.
VICTOR
Already under contract.
He steps through.
INT. HOUSE – CONTINUOUS
The interior is spotless. Polished banisters, framed family
photos—of people none of them know. A crucifix hangs upside
down, perfectly centered. Claire enters after him, gun drawn
though it’s useless.
CLAIRE
Vic, you’re still in there. Fight
it.
He pauses at the base of the stairs, head twitching.
VICTOR (TWO VOICES)
You told me to rebuild. I did.
Floorboards under him flex—grain flowing like waves. Each
step he takes leaves a footprint that heals instantly.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
50 -
Haunted Echoes
EXT. HOUSE – SAME
Lena and Evan reach the gate. It’s sealed with twisted rebar
that grows back when pulled apart.
EVAN (TEARS)
Dad! I hear him!
Through the upper windows—Victor’s silhouette passes,
distorted by glass.
LENA
Callahan! Get my son out!
CALLAHAN (FROM PORCH)
Working on it!
He presses his crucifix to the siding—wood steams, forming
the faint outline of a face pushing outward.
CALLAHAN (QUIET PRAYER) (CONT’D)
In Nomine Patris—
A crack of light splits the porch under his feet. He steps
back. The wood heals.
INT. HOUSE – UPSTAIRS HALL
Victor reaches the end of the hall. The air flickers—Riley,
Gina, Marcus, Cara— the lost streamers—stand before him,
translucent, still filming. Their phones hang in the air, red
REC lights blinking.
RILEY (GHOSTLY)
We got your numbers, man.
You’re trending again.
They vanish into pixels—sucked into the wall. A door creaks
open by itself—the nursery. Inside, the music box sits on the
floor, turning on its own.
VICTOR (SOFT)
I remember you.
He kneels, picks it up. The lullaby slows—each note
stretching into a groan.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
51 -
Into the Anomaly
EXT. STREET – SAME
Police barriers snap like twigs as Sheriff and crews arrive.
SHERIFF
We’ve lost GPS, power grid,
everything inside two blocks.
City hall wants an evacuation
perimeter.
CALLAHAN
Perimeter’s no use. It’s folding
inward.
CLAIRE
Then we go in before it seals for
good.
She shoulders her camera and EMF pack.
CALLAHAN
Record everything.
If we die, someone’s gotta know how
not to rebuild it. They enter.
INT. HOUSE – STAIRWELL – CONTINUOUS
Claire’s camera light cuts through swirling dust. The walls
shift, paint rippling like liquid. From above, a faint
hammering begins—slow, methodical. Each strike syncs with
Victor’s heartbeat on sound. They reach the landing. The
hallway stretches longer than before—doors multiplying.
CLAIRE
It’s… making rooms.
CALLAHAN
For the next tenants.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
52 -
Trapped in the Nursery
INT. HOUSE – NURSERY – CONTINUOUS
Victor stands before a cradle. Inside lies a burnt child’s
doll, eyes sewn shut. The music box stops. From the walls, a
thousand tiny breaths exhale at once.
THE HOUSE (V.O.)
Build it again.
Victor’s nose bleeds black. He turns to the cradle—the doll’s
mouth opens.
LENA (O.S.)
Victor!
She bursts in—Evan right behind her.
VICTOR (STARTLED, TWO VOICES
OVERLAPPING)
You shouldn’t be here.
EVAN
Dad… stop.
For an instant—Victor’s eyes flash human. Then the house
ROARS—the lights invert. Shadows go white. The door SLAMS
shut behind them.
EXT. STREET – CONTINUOUS
Claire and Callahan hear the slam.
CLAIRE
They’re inside!
The entire façade of the house shifts—the front door
disappears, replaced by smooth siding.
CALLAHAN
It’s bricked them in.
He presses both palms to the wall— his crucifix burns bright,
searing the outline of a doorway.
CALLAHAN (CHANTING) (CONT’D)
Ad Deum qui laetificat juventutem
meam—
The wall twitches, begins to soften. A muffled scream carries
from within—Evan’s.
CLAIRE (URGENT)
Hurry!
He forces the last word—
CALLAHAN
—meam!
The wall tears open, spilling a blast of hot wind and black
dust. They dive through.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
53 -
The House Resists
INT. HOUSE – NURSERY – CONTINUOUS
The room is now a cathedral of wood, rafters rising like
ribs. Victor stands at its center, holding the music box—now
fused to the bell, glowing from within. Lena clutches Evan
behind her.
LENA
Victor, listen to me—this isn’t
you!
VICTOR (STRAINING)
You wanted a home.
I’m building one. The bell rings itself—low, resonant. The
floorboards quake.
CALLAHAN
Back! Everyone back!
Claire raises her camera. Her viewfinder shows a shadow
figure behind Victor—a towering carpenter-shape driving
invisible nails.
CLAIRE (BREATHLESS)
It’s using him to finish
construction.
CALLAHAN
Then we unbuild.
He draws a knife from his belt—the same one that opened
Victor’s hand before.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
Blood built it. Blood ends it.
He slashes his own palm— presses it to the glowing bell. The
light flares—Victor screams— the walls buckle, pulling
inward. The house fights back—frames snapping, glass raining.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
54 -
Echoes of Truth
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – SAME
From outside, the neighborhood trembles. Houses fold like
origami, aligning toward the Dutch Colonial. Every
streetlight bends inward, forming a halo.
SHERIFF (TO RADIO)
All units clear the block! Clear
the block!
The air hums—a single note: G.
INT. NURSERY – CONTINUOUS
Victor collapses. The bell falls between him and Evan,
glowing dull red. Evan looks at Callahan, terrified.
EVAN
He can stop it if he wants to.
Right, Dad?
Victor lifts his head—human again, barely.
VICTOR (HOARSE)
Yeah… if I want to.
His reflection in the bell smiles before he does.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
INT. NURSERY – NIGHT
The walls shudder. Boards flex and nails turn backward into
wood.
Callahan staggers, clutching his bleeding hand to the bell’s
surface.
CALLAHAN
(hoarse)
If it fed on guilt—then starve it
with truth.
He looks to Victor—half-conscious, trembling.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
You’re not its builder. You’re its
foundation.
Victor groans, black veins pulsing up his arms.
LENA
He’s burning up!
CLAIRE
No—he’s absorbing it.
The house creaks above them. From the rafters, the
silhouettes of workers appear—faceless men in
overalls—hammering, sawing, rebuilding the air.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
It’s rebuilding through him!
She raises her camera. The lens glitches— her own reflection
in the viewfinder moves a second slower.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – CONTINUOUS
The street has become a perfect circle.
Every home’s front door faces the Amityville house.
Through windows, ghosts of families sit at dinner, frozen mid-
meal.
SHERIFF (TO MEGAPHONE)
Everybody stay back!
(to deputy)
What’s our count?
DEPUTY
Twenty-seven houses… no residents.
Just lights.
The street hums like a live wire.
INT. NURSERY – SAME
Victor jolts upright, eyes white, voice echoing with hundreds
of whispers.
VICTOR / THE HOUSE (OVERLAP)
You tear it down—
You tear us down.
The floor buckles, hurling Claire and Callahan into opposite
walls.
Lena shields Evan.
CALLAHAN
Get the boy out!
LENA
There’s no door!
The windows elongate, forming vertical slits that stretch
like mouths.
From the shadows, Riley’s ghost crawls out, face cracked,
eyes wide.
RILEY (ECHO)
It’s live, it’s live, it’s live…
Claire swings her camera—the light burns his image away.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
55 -
The Sacrifice of Victor
INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
The corridor beyond the nursery bends into infinity.
At the far end, the red door glows again—re-formed, humming.
CALLAHAN (TO CLAIRE)
That’s our altar.
They half-carry Victor down the corridor.
Each step makes the floor rebuild itself behind them—no
turning back.
INT. RED DOOR CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
The basement and attic have merged here—impossible geometry.
The bell hangs suspended in midair, spinning slowly.
Symbols burn across the walls— circles within circles,
blueprints of every previous house that stood here.
CLAIRE
It’s rewriting its history.
Callahan limps forward, holding the cross aloft.
CALLAHAN
No more builders.
No more blueprints.
He looks to Lena and Evan.
CALLAHAN (CONT’D)
The child’s blood seals what the
father broke.
One drop—just one.
Lena steps back, horrified.
LENA
You’re not touching him!
VICTOR (WEAK, WHISPER)
He’s right…
Lena turns to him—his voice is calm, almost kind.
LENA
Victor—
VICTOR
If it takes me with it, he’s free.
He lifts his hand—the veins have gone red now, not black.
CALLAHAN (URGENT)
The will has to be his own.
Victor nods once, then looks at his son.
VICTOR (GENTLE)
Hey, champ. Remember when we built
the birdhouse?
Evan sobs.
EVAN
We never finished it.
VICTOR
Then let’s finish something today.
He presses his bleeding hand to the bell.
The metal burns—its surface turning molten.
INT. HOUSE – VARIOUS
The spectral workers pause mid-swing.
The walls hesitate. Nails hang in the air.
From each room, faint child voices whisper:
CHILDREN (V.O.)
Build… with love.
A flood of light rushes through the house like blood through
veins.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
56 -
The Final Toll
INT. RED DOOR CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
Victor stands inside the glowing circle.
Callahan and Claire back away, shielding Lena and Evan.
VICTOR (TO CLAIRE)
Tell them… it was just a house.
She nods through tears.
VICTOR (CONT’D)
Not anymore.
He rings the bell once—pure, steady.
The walls ripple.
He rings twice—lower, deeper.
The air warps.
He raises it for the third ring—
From the shadows—the Mother Spirit manifests— a translucent
figure, burned and twisted, screaming soundlessly.
She reaches for Victor’s hand—
Evan bolts forward.
EVAN (YELLING)
Don’t take him!
He grabs Victor’s wrist— the final RING echoes through both
of them.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – SAME
The neighborhood convulses— roofs collapsing inward, porches
sinking, chimneys imploding like lungs exhaling.
A wave of red light bursts upward from 112 Ocean Avenue,
forming a column straight into the clouds.
INT. RED DOOR CHAMBER – CONTINUOUS
The Mother Spirit shatters into ash.
The bell melts into the floor, seeping into woodgrain.
Victor’s eyes clear—peaceful.
VICTOR (WHISPER)
Now it’s done.
The room begins to collapse.
Claire grabs Lena and Evan, hauling them toward the stairs.
CALLAHAN stays, staring at Victor.
CALLAHAN
We’ll see you at dawn.
Victor nods once—then vanishes in a burst of red dust.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – NIGHT
The entire block folds inward.
Houses compact like origami into a single sinking point—the
pit where the original foundation once lay.
The ground levels.
Silence.
Rain falls, washing soot down into the new soil.
INT. TRAILER OFFICE – DAWN
Claire sits with a police blanket around her, watching the
sunrise over the bay.
Evan sleeps beside Lena.
Callahan stands outside, lighting a cigarette.
CLAIRE
You think it’s really gone?
CALLAHAN (QUIET)
No such thing as gone. Only buried.
He exhales smoke that drifts upward— and for a moment, the
smoke curls into the faint shape of a bell.
EXT. FOUNDATION PIT – MORNING
Workers erect a fence. “CONDEMNED – NO ENTRY.”
Mud bubbles once… twice… then stills.
As the foreman turns to leave, a faint tink… tink… tink rises
from below— like a tiny hammer building something new.
FADE OUT.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Drama"]
Ratings
Scene
57 -
The Bell's Redemption
INT. RED DOOR CHAMBER – NIGHT
The chamber pulses. The bell—half molten—beats like a heart.
THE MOTHER SPIRIT towers behind Victor, her charred dress
forever aflame without smoke. The walls ripple with
names—RILEY, GINA, MARCUS, CARA—then EVAN tries to etch
itself in.
EVAN (O.S.)
No!
Evan slaps his palm on the wall—his small handprint burns
clean, stopping the letters.
LENA jerks him back, eyes blazing.
LENA
You don’t get to keep him.
THE HOUSE (V.O.) (A HUNDRED WHISPERS)
We keep what we build.
Floorboards buckle. A joist whips like a striking snake—
CALLAHAN shoves Lena and Evan aside—takes the hit to the
shoulder and slams into the bell. He grits through it,
presses his bleeding palm to the metal again.
CALLAHAN
If you learned our rhythm—
learn this: mercy.
The glow around the bell softens—the light goes gold instead
of red.
CLAIRE (TO EVAN, FAST)
Buddy—remember the birdhouse roof?
Three nails?
Evan nods through tears.
CLAIRE (CONT’D)
Count with me—three.
That’s all. Just three.
She guides Evan’s hand to Victor’s wrist—together they hold
him.
EVAN (TO VICTOR)
Dad… look at me.
Victor’s eyes—black—flicker. A human pupil swims up through
the dark.
VICTOR (STRAINED)
I see you.
THE MOTHER SPIRIT screams soundlessly— the rafters rain ash.
CALLAHAN (TO VICTOR)
On you, not through you.
Ring for you.
Victor nods—barely.
He lifts the bell with his son's hand atop his own.
RING ONE.
Pure. Gentle. The names on the walls stop writhing.
RING TWO.
Deeper. The Mother Spirit staggers, cracking like a porcelain
doll.
The chamber inhales, timbers fold inward.
THE MOTHER SPIRIT lunges for Evan—
LENA explodes forward with a feral scream, shielding her son—
RING THREE.
The note threads through Victor, through Evan, through
Lena—and through the house.
Silence.
Then—
The Mother Spirit shatters into soot.
The red door implodes, sucking light into a pinpoint.
A low moan rolls through the neighborhood like thunder.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – SAME
Every porch sags at once, then folds like cardboard.
Roofs deflate inward.
Streetlights kneel toward the Dutch Colonial.
A cone of gold light punches skyward—then collapses back
down.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
58 -
Desperate Escape from the Collapsing House
INT. HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Claire drags Lena and Evan as the corridor shrinks, doors
sealing into flat wall.
Behind them, Victor stumbles, steadying himself with the
bell—now black, cold, and cracked.
CALLAHAN leans on him, wounded.
CALLAHAN
Stay awake, Victor.
VICTOR
I’m here. I’m—
His shadow lags a beat—then snaps into sync.
Human. Present.
They reach the stairwell. It’s become a chute—steep,
narrowing.
CLAIRE
Slide. Go!
She sends Evan first—Lena follows—Callahan and Victor last.
They tumble—
INT. FOYER – CONTINUOUS
They spill onto the foyer floor.
The front door is back—barely.
SHERIFF (O.S.)
Move! MOVE!
He and two deputies yank the door—wood screams like a living
throat.
Evan squeezes through, then Lena, Claire. Callahan shoves
Victor toward the gap—
The house clamps—
Victor’s leg catches—he’s pinned thigh-deep in healing wood.
LENA
Victor!
CLAIRE
Sal—TONY—!
SAL and TONY appear, grab Victor under the arms.
CALLAHAN plants the crucifix in the jamb—wood sizzles and
loosens.
Victor tears free—they all spill onto the porch.
Behind them the door seals itself, smooth as skin.
A beat of perfect silence.
Then the house sinks straight down.
No explosion, no debris—just vanishing.
Dust plumes roll outward across the yard.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Thriller"]
Ratings
Scene
59 -
Aftermath and Reflection
EXT. STREET – MOMENTS LATER
Everyone coughs in the settling dust.
The Dutch Colonial is gone. In its place: a round pit the
size of the footprint.
Evan clings to Victor. Victor holds on like he’ll never let
go.
LENA touches Victor’s cheek—he’s warm, human.
LENA (SOFT)
Builder man.
Victor laughs—a broken, grateful sound—and sobs into her
shoulder.
Callahan drops to a knee, spent. Claire steadies him.
CLAIRE
Father?
CALLAHAN
I’m vertical. That counts.
The Sheriff takes in the block—every other house sits crooked
but still standing.
SHERIFF
We’re red-tagging all of them.
CLAIRE (TO SHERIFF)
Tag the ground too.
He nods, grim.
Wind rakes across the pit.
From below, a final exhale—then nothing.
EXT. FOUNDATION PIT – DAWN
Pale light reveals mud and char.
A city crew unspools chain-link around the hole.
Sal stands with Tony, both drained.
SAL (LOW)
Lopez…
From the pit, a single nail pops to the surface and lays
still.
Tony picks it up, pocketing it like a bone.
TONY
We’ll remember him.
EXT. BAY OVERLOOK – MORNING
Lena, Evan, Victor, Callahan, Claire sit on a low wall,
wrapped in blankets.
Seagulls wheel. The sun breaks the horizon.
EVAN (TO VICTOR)
Did we finish the birdhouse?
Victor looks at his bandaged hands, then at Lena.
VICTOR (SMILES)
We did.
CALLAHAN flicks a crumpled cigarette back into his pocket,
rethinking it.
CLAIRE checks her camera. The last clip is just gold light
and silence.
CLAIRE (TO VICTOR)
What do you want people to know?
Victor considers.
He looks toward Ocean Avenue.
VICTOR
That it wasn’t evil because of a
story.
It was evil because we kept
building on it.
Callahan nods—truth ringing.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE – TWO WEEKS LATER – DAY
A taller fence surrounds the lot.
A sign: “CITY OF AMITYVILLE – PUBLIC SAFETY PROJECT. NO
TRESPASSING.”
Yellow soil sensors flicker.
A surveyor takes readings, bored men sip coffee.
Claire films a buttoned-up update standup.
CLAIRE (TO CAMERA)
Two weeks since the collapse at 112
Ocean Avenue, the City has
condemned the block pending
subsurface remediation. Officials
say no permits will be issued—
(sotto)
—ever.
Every time they rebuild, it reacts
faster.
She lowers the mic. Kills the camera.
In the distance, Lena and Victor walk with Evan, kite in the
air.
Normal. Healing.
CALLAHAN stands at the fence alone, hat in his hands. He
makes the sign of the cross and steps away.
For a long beat—quiet.
A gust runs across the lot.
Dust swirls in a tight spiral—then falls flat.
Genres:
["Horror","Supernatural","Mystery"]
Ratings
Scene
60 -
Live from Amityville: The Final Stream
INT. TEEN BEDROOM – NIGHT
A ring light glows. Stickers on the laptop lid.
A NEW STREAMER (17, she/they) grins into the front camera.
NEW STREAMER
Okay, chat—big night.
We’re streaming Amityville Ground
Zero.
Rumor is they fenced it because
something’s still breathing down
there.
Chat explodes with hearts and skulls.
NEW STREAMER (CONT’D)
We’re not going in. Just a
perimeter walk.
If we hit a hundred subs, I’ll shake the fence.
A beat. The sub count ticks upward boop-boop-boop.
NEW STREAMER (CONT’D)
Oh, you’re sick. Love it.
They shoulder the sling bag, head out.
EXT. FENCE LINE – NIGHT
Phone up. LIVE icon blinking. Comments fly: “DO IT,” “RUN,”
“RING IT,” “BUILD IT AGAIN.”
Wind lifts their hair. The bay hushes.
NEW STREAMER
We’re here.
No guards. Just… dirt.
They press the phone between fence links, framing the black
pit.
For a moment—nothing.
Then the mic catches it: tink… tink… tink.
So faint it might be imagination.
Chat erupts.
NEW STREAMER (NERVOUS LAUGH) (CONT’D)
Probably a raccoon.
They reach out and tap the fence three times with their
knuckles—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Silence.
Down in the dark, three knocks answer back— deeper, patient,
perfectly spaced.
The streamer freezes.
The phone shivers in their hand though they don’t move.
On screen, the soil at the bottom of the pit shifts, making a
small perfect circle.
NEW STREAMER (WHISPER)
Guys…?
The LIVE counter spikes. Hearts pour upward.
From below, a child’s voice rides the wind—
CHILD (V.O.)
Build it again.
The streamer’s face drains. Their finger hovers over END.
The screen glitches—for a frame we see Victor’s reflection in
the phone glass, calm, at peace—then gone.
The streamer runs—the phone jounces—fence rattles like
laughter.
The LIVE feed cuts to static.
EXT. OCEAN AVENUE LOT – SAME
Moonlight over the fenced pit.
A single nail rises from the dirt by an inch— turns— and lays
flat again, waiting.
FADE OUT.
THE END