Silent Night
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'Inspired' by the 'Winter horror' the prompt by Stephanie Hoogstad,
So, so out of my comfort zone!
December 20th
Heyaaa Myri -chez
Blair witch smitch. MoFos. This is gonna be epic. We got the cameras set. Recreation nation. And I canāt wait! What a way to celebrate the Christmas countdown crap. And get the grade for the media project to boot. Damn hell, I love film school. Iāve wanted to do something like this spoof for like ever! Itās what I came to film school for! Roll on tomorrow. Lights, camera. Action! Here we go....
December 21st:
Exhibit A. Recovered Footage. Crackling but voice distinct.
The boy stares into the camera narrating the journey. His eyes dark and deep. His face insipid under the torchlight. āThe forest is black like the cry of a depraved wolfā he says dramatically. Muffled Laughter. āThe snow bites the torn earth. A scavenger of life ā suffocating all in its path.ā More incessant laughter. āShut up, foolā Female voice. Laughter. Louder. Fade to black.
December 22nd:
Hey Myri-chez,
Gotta admit, shit got pretty creepy last night dudes. And Iām not easily spooked, but Iām telling you a bunch of weird-ass shizz went down -symbols etched into the trees, like a trail of some kind. Tonight, weāre gonna follow them. Thatās the plan anyways. And orange ribbons? Like WTF? Thanks for the inspo. We better get an A for this shit. Iāll let you know how it does. The trail and the A. Obvs.
Later, legends,
J
December 23rd:
Exhibit B. Recovered Footage: Blurry. Dialogue indistinct.
Earth snow. Footsteps Heavy. High level wind. Crunch. Crunch .Crunch.
Ssshshhhhhhhhhhhhhhsshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
December 24th - Christmas Eve:
Shit man. That was freaky as fuck. Voices. Everywhere voices. I canāt explain. Blood. There was blood. Not mine. Maybe mine. I donāt know. Weāre out here alone. The moon. The moon howling. Red. The ten..
December 25th - Christmas Day:
Exhibit C. Found Footage: Grainy. Silent. Mostly.
āshhh-huh-shhh-huhā
āEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
Thud.
One
Thud.
Two
Thud.
Three.
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January 1st ā New Yearās Day
Exhibit C. Discovery
Photographic. Three decomposed bodies. Frozen in blood. Two male, one female Dental Record identification submitted. Pending.
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