This is the script for the short film Revenge of the Pumpkin. Click here to watch it before reading on!
Revenge of the Halloween Pumpkin
by
Michael Whitehouse
Michael Whitehouse, 2015 michaelwhitehouse@ghastlytalespublishing.com
MONTAGE - HALLOWEEN NIGHT
Fallen leaves stir on an evening breeze. Pumpkins are carved, treats laid out, televisions display black and white flickers of old horror films.
CLOSE: A HAND PLACES A LIT PUMPKIN ON A PAVEMENT BY A FENCE, WE LINGER ON IT FOR A MOMENT.
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EXT. - A QUIET ROAD - EVENING
A MAN walks along a quiet road as the sun sets. He stops suddenly and then looks down at the ground. His foot is immersed in an unreasonable amount of shit.
A pumpkin sits nearby on a pavement, caught in a frozen smile.
The man tries to scrape the shit from his shoe by dragging his foot across the ground. Bundles of dead leaves now cling to his shoe making the problem worse. He becomes increasingly exasperated.
The pumpkin continues to grin
The man slowly starts to peel the leaves off his shoe, but they have formed a kind of paste and stick to his hands.
The Pumpkin's smile endures.
His hands now smeared in shit, the man pulls a WHITE TISSUE carefully from his pocket and starts wiping the excrement away. He see the pumpkin on the ground.
MAN
What are you laughing at?
We see the man's feet next to the smiling pumpkin. A shit covered tissue is dropped on the ground.
The man turns to continue walking down the street, and steps in a much larger pile of shit. He yells and then kicks the pumpkin against the fence, scrunching his foot in ward until the pumpkin face is pulp.
Smiling, the man walks away.
INT. HOUSE - NIGHT
The man walks into his house and pulls off his shoes. Taking them into the kitchen, he throws them in a sink. in
The doorbell rings.
He goes to the door and finds no one there.
Returning inside, he scrubs at his shoes. The doorbell rings again.
MAN
Shit!
The man looks around, picks up the pumpkin and throws it in a bin next to his house. He slams the door shut and goes back indoors to continue washing the shit from his shoes.
And, the doorbell rings again.
On opening the door, the man looks down to see a pumpkin sitting on his doorstep, only this time the grin on its face is slightly skewed and more menacing.
MAN
(shouts) It's your pumpkins your wasting!
The man picks the pumpkin up and launches it into the same bin outside.
After returning inside to recommence the shit cleaning, the doorbell rings. Again, no one is there, but a pumpkin has been left on the doorstep with an even more hideous face than the one before.
Looking a little rattled, the man throws the pumpkin in the same bin. Marching indoors, he grabs a chair and sits it by the front door. From there he peeks through a blind waiting for someone to leave another pumpkin on his step.
MAN
I'll get you, you little shits.
A knock is heard, but this time it's from the door at the rear of the house. The man walks slowly to the back door and can see the lit grin of a pumpkin through the glass, this time the features even more twisted.
The man opens the door and can hear the laughter of a child, but when he runs to the side of the house there is no one there.
MAN
Right!
The man picks up the pumpkin and brings it inside, throwing it down onto a kitchen table.
MAN
I'll fucking carve you up.
Turning his back on the pumpkin he grabs a knife, but when he turns around the pumpkin is gone. The lights then go out.
Using a torch from a kitchen drawer, the man notices something on the floor - candle wax. The drips lead into another room. He follows them cautiously until they lead around and then behind a couch.
There, the man can see SOMEONE crouched on their knees with their back to him, huddled.
MAN
(gasps)
MAN
Mummy.
The pumpkin figure then tears the man's head clean off. The figure pulls off its pumpkin head and replaces this with that of his victim's.
MONTAGE - HALLOWEEN NIGHT
WHITE LETTERS ON BLACK: A Year Later
Fallen leaves stir on an evening breeze. Pumpkins are carved, treats laid out, televisions display black and white flickers of old horror films.
CLOSE: A HAND PLACES A LIT PUMPKIN ON A PAVEMENT BY A FENCE, WE LINGER ON IT FOR A MOMENT BEFORE PANNING UP TO REVEAL THE IDENTITY OF OUR PUMPKIN MAKER, THE MAN WHO WAS MURDERED.
CUT TO BLACK
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