SEQUENCE 1: I DON’T KNOW
INT. MARWIN'S BEDROOM – NIGHT
A heavy silence. Almost oppressive.
MARWIN (11), chubby, a mop of brown curls, steps inside.
He slams the door. BANG.
He stands still for a moment. As if the room... were listening.
Marwin throws himself onto his bed. He grabs his handheld console. The screen flickers to life, casting a bluish glow over his face.
The SUPER MARIO jingle rings out. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Then — CLICK.
The game is running, but Marwin freezes. His thumbs stop dead on the buttons.
A sound. Faint. Distant.
Then, sharper: a fluid flow.
THE SHOWER FAUCET TURNS ON (O.S.).
First a trickle, then a full, steady stream.
Marwin stops breathing. His eyes slide toward the bathroom door.
He pauses the game.
Silence... except for the water drumming against the shower floor.
He climbs off the bed. Slowly. His bare feet hit the cold floor.
He moves forward. Every step is a hesitation.
CRACK.
He bumps into a TOY FIRE TRUCK.
NEE-NAW! NEE-NAW! The toy’s wail shatters the silence.
MARWIN
(A whisper, teeth clenched)
No... no... shut up...
He grabs it, frantically mashing the button. The toy persists for one second too long, then goes dead.
Total silence. Even the faucet has stopped. Too abruptly.
Marwin remains petrified. His own breathing sounds deafening to him.
He stares at the bathroom. Pitch black. Still.
With a nervous kick, he shoves the car under the bed. It vanishes into the shadows.
MARWIN
(In a breath)
There's nothing... It's nothing.
He turns around. One step toward his bed. Two steps.
PSHHHHHHH!
THE FAUCET BURSTS OPEN. Full blast this time. We hear the water slamming violently against the walls.
Marwin’s shoulders tense. He refuses to look. But his neck pivots against his will.
The bathroom door is ajar. A black abyss.
The water flows without interruption.
Marwin moves forward again. His hand rises, trembling. His fingers graze the metal handle.
The noise stops. Dead.
A deathly silence falls. Marwin hesitates, heart pounding in his temples, then —
HE OPENS THE DOOR.
An invisible EXPLOSION OF WATER hits him head-on. A liquid mass hurls him against the wall.
CRASH!
He collapses to the floor. Drenched. Gasping.
Water streams from his curls, stinging his eyes. He looks at his hands: they shimmer with moisture.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Then — nothing.
The floor is dry. Completely. Not a ring, not a trace.
Marwin blinks, his gaze vacant, lost in the impossible.
THUD.
The bedroom door slams against the wall.
OLIVE (33) enters. She’s wired, her features strained. She stops dead at the sight of her son on the floor.
Marwin is sitting there. Dry. Motionless.
MARWIN
(Voice breaking)
Mom...
OLIVE
(Sharp, aggressive)
What are you doing on the floor again?
MARWIN
(Disoriented)
The water... I swear, there was water everywhere!
OLIVE
(Cold)
Marwin, that’s enough. Stop with the stories.
Marwin looks at his palms: dry. He feels his T-shirt: the cotton is perfectly parched. Panic rises in his throat.
MARWIN
No... Mom, I was soaked! Look at me!
Olive doesn’t move. She stares at him. Long. Too long. Her eyes look empty, almost foreign.
OLIVE
(In a monotone)
Are you daydreaming again?
Silence. A harrowing doubt flashes through the kid's mind: is this really his mother standing there?
OLIVE
Go get changed. We're eating.
She snatches the console from his hands and turns on her heel. The door closes. BANG.
Marwin is left alone. His chest heaves to the rhythm of his anguish.
DRIP.
He frowns. He looks at his right hand.
A drop of water beads at the tip of his index finger... then splashes onto the floor.
Then a second one.
PSHHHHHHH!
The roar of the faucet starts again. But this time... BEHIND HIM.
In the middle of the bedroom.
Marwin doesn't turn around. He knows.
CUT TO BLACK.
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1er Plot : When an 11-year-old boy begins experiencing violent, supernatural water phenomena that only he can see, he must discover if his house is haunted or if the woman calling herself his mother is an imposter.
Current Status
I am currently in the active development and writing phase. I have completed the first sequence (Teaser) and I am refining the pilot script and the series bible. My goal is to create a high-tension, cinematic experience that plays with the audience's perception of reality.
The "Hook" (Sequence 1 Analysis)
I’ve focused my initial work on building a "visceral" atmosphere. In the opening sequence, we see Marwin projected against a wall by an invisible blast of water, only for it to disappear a second later. This sets the tone for the rest of the series: Is it a ghost, or a mental breakdown?
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