Opening – Waiting Room
Sarah sits quietly in a sterile, medical waiting room. Around her are other patients — including an innocent-enough looking child holding a stuffed animal. An assistant nurse calls her name:
“Sarah? If you’ll come with me to the examination room, the doctor will be with you shortly.”
She follows the nurse down a hallway, peeking into a few open rooms. One door ROOM NUMBER 3 is shut — it feels ominous, different.
Examination Room
The doctor is already inside with a strange contraption prepped. Sarah settles in to the reclined chair contraption.
Doctor: “You indicated you’re here primarily for grief resolution.”
Sarah: “My mother passed away nine years ago… brain cancer.”
She lays down. The machine hums.
While the doctor sets up the contraption on Sarah he explains:
- The treatment uses sound-induced subconscious therapy.
- She’ll be taking a drug called Rorretin – You’ll be asleep, but feel awake.
The procedure is meant to help her with emotional trauma and grief.
A calming but eerie tone fills the room. Fade to black.
Dream ONE
Suddenly, Sarah’s eyes shoot open. Chaos. Blasting grindcore music.
She’s on stage, naked, people on either side frantically handing her items she uses to cover her chest — including bizarre props and a horned viking helmet. A ghoulish band, made up a wolfman, zombie, ghoststalker, and vampire ghoul are playing. They scream at her:
“Sing the words, bitch!” / “Sing em you stupid fuck!”
“They’re waiting!” / “Don’t you know the words?” / “Are you dumb or are you just stupid???”
The audience? Three faceless, masked judges (rubbing their crotches and nipples in a sexual manner) — like a warped American Idol. They flash strange symbols instead of score cards with numbers and rummage their fingers through a large amount of greasy chicken wings and old potato salad on the table in front of them. The band reacts in disgust to the symbols the judges hold up on their signs. “No, you ruined it! We’ll never make it out of here now. It was our only chance! All for nothing you idiot!” Guitar feedback and other painful sounds – drummer throws a tantrum on his drumset. Sarah, confused, apologies, the band of ghouls closes in on her. The band tackles her. Cut to black.
Dream TWO
She jolts awake again — staring into a mirror. Alone. Adjusts her mouth.
Her teeth begin falling out. Behind her is the creepy kid from earlier, he wont stop coughing, it sounds like a broken dog toy when he coughs, close up of his mouth, it’s a nasty wet cough, his stuffed animal is now full-sized, alive, holding his hand, gently patting his back. The little kid goes up to Sarah and kicks her in the shin. She screams and falls holding her shin.
She’s on the floor and can’t move — sleep paralysis. A shadowy demon figure stands in the doorway with other smaller demons poking their heads in, fingers around the door frame. She is able to gather a handful of teeth off the ground near her hand and throws them at the demon. It causes him great pain. She finally breaks free, runs out, into the hallway – her teeth are totally fine now and her clothes are completely clean. She tries to open the locked door for ROOM NUMBER 3. The demon begins to turn around and move in closer. She continues to jiggle the handle over and over. She manages to get in, locks it, slides a small cabinet in front of the door.
Dream THREE
Inside ROOM NUMBER 3 is her mother, sitting in a chair, facing away.
Mother (softly): “Oh my sweet Sarah! Remember? You used to fall asleep anywhere as a kid, and we’d carry you to bed. Then you grew up and you’d read that book to me: ‘As long as I’m living, my baby you’ll be…Remember you’d say you’d carry me to bed when you got bigger and I got older, remember? Do you remember Sarah? Oh look at you, you’re big now, are you going to carry me to bed now, Sarah? As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be… As long as I’m living… my baby…”
Sarah circles the chair. One side of her mother’s face is normal. The other, as it’s revealed, is slack, melting, discolored, painful looking — speech slurring, tea dribbling from the paralyzed side of her mouth “my baby… my baby…you’ll be’ more and more slurred. Her arm trembles, unable to hold the teacup.
Sarah realizes it’s not real. This is a dream.
She breaks:
Sarah: “You got sick. You became a vegetable. And then you died.”
Mother: “I’m sorry”
Sarah: “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t deserve it. You wanted to live. But you didn’t. You tried. You tried really hard.”
Sarah climbs into her lap, sobbing. “I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve it”. A quiet peace emerges.
Return to Reality
The lights of the examination room fade back up.
Doctor: “Okay, Sarah. You successfully completed the procedure. When you’re ready, let me know if you’d like some water.”
Sarah: “Yes… water, please.”
She drinks. The doctor asks if she remembers anything from the session. She tries, but:
“No… I can’t remember. I’m trying, but… nothing.”
Doctor: “That’s okay. That actually tells us the treatment worked.”
An assistant appears in the doorway:
“Doctor, you’re needed in Room 3… it’s urgent.”
Doctor (tense): “Again? Sarah, excuse me. Julie will walk you out when you’re ready.” The examination room door is left open.
Final Scene – Aftermath
Sarah is alone. She sips more water. Her hand trembles.
She drops the glass — shatter. Her eyes go wide. She looks toward the door.
The child from the waiting room is standing there. Behind him: the life-sized stuffed animal, he’s giving a friendly but terrifying ‘hello’ wave with his hand. Cocks his head to the side slightly.
The kid raises his finger to his lips in a “shhh” motion.
Cut to black.
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