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Description: SCENE OPENS on a closed door in a hallway. A moment later, Jillian Lexi Lore opens the door and turns off the bathroom light as she comes into the hallway. The house is completely quiet as she softly walks down the hallway back to her room. Suddenly, from somewhere off-screen we hear a soft tapping. TAP. TAP. Jillian stops, looking behind her towards the source of the noise. The tapping continues, getting increasingly louder. Suddenly the tapping turns into a loud THUMP. Jillian jumps. Fear crosses her face, but she has now discerned where the noise is coming from the attic. She moves toward the attic. Suddenly the house is oppressively silent. The quiet seems to squeeze the air out of her as she approaches the attic door.
As Jillian's hand reaches up to grasp the cord that hangs from the attic door, she seems to be holding her breath. But suddenly, a dark figure standing in the hall startles her. She yelps in terror, moving away from the figure. But then...her shoulders sag with relief when she sees who it is her father, Stan.
When she theorizes that the attic is haunted by the ghosts of her father's first wife and unborn child, who both died in childbirth, Stan dismisses her concerns harshly. 'I mean, GHOSTS?! Jesus Christ, you're 18 YEARS OLD! GROW UP, for god's sake! I'm your GODDAMN father, so why don't you start LISTENING to me and LEAVE IT ALONE,' he continues, shaking his head in apparent disappointment. She recoils in the face of his outburst, looking shocked and puzzled, as if his words have made her look at something in a new light. O-ok dad, Jillian stammers, thoroughly rattled. She turns to go back to her bedroom. 'And Jillian? DON'T tell your mother about this. I don't want you putting any of these ridiculous ideas in her head. You KNOW how confused she gets,' Stan adds. Jillian silently nods. She reaches her bedroom door, opening it. Before she goes back in, she looks back into the hall, her gaze fixed on the attic door.
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The next day, Jillian's curiosity gets the better of her and she goes up into the attic. She looks around the room, her eyes wide with surprise and fear. The attic is cluttered and spooky, but out in the most open area she sees a sort of nest of old ratty sheets, next to a rusty old bucket. Her dread mounting, she looks around. Suddenly, as her eyes sweep over the surroundings, she squints. What IS that? She peers closer. Her eyes widen and she reels backward, terrified. She puts her hand over her mouth, her eyes filling up with horrified tears. In the corner, crouched like a rat, is a filthy, disheveled looking young man Michael Vegas. He wears a pair of underwear only and gazes back at her, at first with a mixture of fear and confusion.
'A-are you---who are---?' she stammers, at a loss. The boy's eyes betray almost no understanding. How long has he---?, she asks, trailing off as she glances again at the mattress and bucket. He looks back at her in fear and her eyes soften with sympathy. 'Who...who did this to you?' she asks him slowly, as if speaking to a child. Something changes in his eyes. 'NOT MY SON! NOT MY SON!' the boy growls, repeating something that has been said to him in the past. Confused, she tries to probe for information. 'Not WHOSE son?! What are you trying to tell me?! Did someone SAY that to you??' she asks him gently. 'SON OF A CHEATING WHORE!' the boy says frantically. Someone was a cheater?? Who is he TALKING about??, Jillian asks. 'NOT my blood! NOT MY BLOOD!' the boy growls again. Realization slowly dawns on Jillian's face.
This beast-like man is about to unleash all of his primal sexual energy on Jillian, but not before she uncovers the terrifying truth about him...and the truth of the sin that her father is so desperate to hide.