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CUT TO BLACK: The blackness parts as a cardboard box is pulled from a stack, revealing a small room in a presumably Victorian-age house. The room is filled with new boxes and old dust. Lightning CRASHES outside. JANET, twenty-something, dusty and sweaty from moving, hefts the heavy box. JANET As Janey carries the box away, PETER, looking pretty spotless and under-exerted, walks behind her. PETER Janet WHUMPS the box down, wiping her brow. JANET PETER Janet turns, fixing Peter with the 'this conversation is over' stare. Lightning FLASHES through the window. Peter sighs, then turns away. He mopes over to sit at his computer, which is set up on cardboard boxes. Peter stares dejectedly at the monitor as we hear the BUZZ-POP-WHISTLE of a modem. Janet smirks playfully and starts sweeping the floor. Something TINKLES. Leaning down, Janet sifts the dust away and pulls up an old brass key. She looks up. There is a KEYHOLE in the wall. She steps back and sees the outline of a door which has been painted over. Janet sticks the key in the lock and turns. The paint splits around the door with a CRACK. Janet looks over her shoulder. Peter is in computer-land, oblivious. Janet peers beyond the door. Inside is a small, dusty, cobwebby room, filled with shadows. Her hand flicks the light switch, to no avail. Janet pads carefully into the room. Lightning CRASHES, revealing a HUMAN SKULL. It is attached to a skeleton, sitting in a chair. Janet is horrified but intrigued. She squints in the dark, gazing at something on the desk. The hand is clutching a mouse. The skeleton is sitting at a computer. Janet dusts off the screen. It lights up, reading: <SCREEN>
LIGHTNING CRASH CUT TO: EARTHLINK DSL - LIGHTNING FAST INTERNET CUT BACK TO:
Peter, slumped at his computer much like the skeleton. His modem gurgles. Janet walks in dazed. JANET Peter happy but confused. Janet closes the door behind her. In the other room, the skeleton is plunged into darkness. The computer blurps: COMPUTER The skull creaks, drooping a few inches in sadness. FADE OUT
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Bradley
King, 1999-2003.