FREDDYS DEAD – THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

FREDDYS DEAD – THE FINAL NIGHTMARE  

       FADE IN:

       INT. DC-10 AIRLINER - NIGHT

       JACOB JOHNSON is sleeping.  It doesn't look like a pleasant

       experience.  He is sixteen, dirty blonde, his eyes visibly

       moving under closed lids as he sits huddle under a blanket in

       his window seat.  The lights are dim -- the shade on the

       window closed -- a bead of sweat dribbles down his forehead. 

       The HUMMING of the jet's engines vibrates through the cabin.

       The boy's eyes snap open.

       Jacob glances around nervously.  He looks like an escaped

       convict who just accidentally walked into the Policemen's

       Ball.  A GREYHAIRED MAN two seats away from him gives the

       teenager a cursory glance, then goes back to his book.  Jacob

       lays his head back and tries to relax.  The engines continue

       to drone.

       Until a new noise starts.  A WHOOSHING NOISE.

       The sound is very faint.  But distinct from everything else. 

       Jacob frowns.

       The noise gets LOUDER.  Jacob's sure he's hearing it now.  He

       looks at the Greyhaired Man.  The man catches his eye and the

       two of them stare at each other for a heartbeat - then Jacob

       turns away.  The Man returns to his book.  And Jacob

       immediately turns back to him.

                           JACOB

                 Do you hear that?

       The man gives him an annoyed look as the WHOOSHING gets

       louder.

                           GREYHAIRED MAN

                 Hear what?

                           JACOB

                 That noise.

                           GREYHAIRED MAN

                 I don't hear anything.

       The man turns back to the book as the sound gets even LOUDER -

       - like it's coming closer.  Jacob squirms in his seat --

       sneaks a look at the man again.  How can he not hear that?  A

       STEWARDESS walks by and Jacob catches her attention.

                           JACOB

                 Excuse me.

                           STEWARDESS

                 Yes?

       The WHOOSHING is completely obvious now.  The greyhaired man

       tries to ignore the two people talking over him.

                           JACOB

                 What is that sound?

                           STEWARDESS

                 That's just the engines, sir.

                           JACOB

                 No, it's different.  It's not the

                 engines.  It's getting louder.

       The man sighs -- the stewardess smiles patronizingly.

                           STEWARDESS

                 We're just gaining altitude to get above

                 some rough weather.  That's the sound of

                 the engines speeding up a bit. 

                 Everything's fine.

                           JACOB

                 Um...okay.

       The stewardess walks away as Jacob sits back and starts to

       bite his nails.  The whooshing is really starting to BLARE

       now.  He looks between the seats in front of him -- twists

       around to look behind.  He snaps back to the greyhaired man.

                           JACOB (cont'd)

                 Can't you hear that?

                           GREYHAIRED MAN

                     (losing patience)

                 Look, kid.  Will you relax?  It's just

                 the damn engines, okay?

       The man glares at him, and Jacob backs off.  The sound has

       grown DEAFENING.  Jacob grinds his seat like he's going mad. 

       He looks at the closed window.  He reaches out his hand,

       grabs the handle then rips up the shade for all to see:

       A 747 coming RIGHT AT US.

       Jacob SCREAMS.  The planes CRASH.

       Impact - decompression - explosion.  The hull of the cabin

       buckles violently - moaning like a dying elephant - peeling

       inward revealing RED AND GREEN STRIPING on the outside.

       A huge wing section RIPS through the structure - barely

       missing Jacob - taking the greyhaired man's head clean off -

       nailing the stewardess in the gut and shoving her body across

       and out the other side of the cabin.

       And Jacob's seat drops down - sending him and us into:

       EXT. SKY - NIGHT

       Like an intricate ballet, Jacob, his body strapped to his

       chair, tumbles away from the DC-10 and 747 as they seem to

       merge and bend into some kind of mutant DC-47 - wings and

       tails wrapping around each other as debris blooms out like a

       flower and together they EXPLODE - a fiery ball lighting the

       nighttime clouds and Jacob's shrieking face. 

       And Jacob falls and falls and falls, his hair sticking

       straight up from the blasting wind.

       That's when CORPSES start falling past him.  The captain of

       the plane - the stewardess, her body bent in half - the

       greyhaired man, his head gone but his book still in his hand. 

       More men, women, crew people - and CHILDREN.

       But these children aren't dead bodies.  Two LITTLE GIRLS and

       one LITTLE BOY, all dressed in white, plummet down next to

       Jacob, head first, like high divers.  And they're singing:

                           THE CHILDREN

                 One two, Freddy's coming for you...

       The children turn around in the sky so that they are

       travelling feet first.  The Little Boy's pants puff up and

       the Girls' skirts poof out and RIP UPWARD - the wind taking

       away their clothes and their skin and their bodies and their

       hair...

                           THE CHILDREN (cont'd)

                 Three four, better lock your door...

       Leaving three tiny SKELETONS - taunting and laughing as Jacob

       screams and covers his eyes.

                           THE CHILDREN (cont'd)

                 Five six, grab your crucifix...

       And the Skeletons sprout wings - leathery and veiny - the

       wind catching them and sending them up and away as their

       voices echo in the sky.

                           THE CHILDREN (cont'd)

                 Seven eight, gonna stay up late...

       Jacob takes his hands away from his face and starts to

       frantically pull on his seat belt.  SNAP - it flies off his

       back and miraculously turns into a PARACHUTE.  Rope swirls

       into the air - the wind grabs the canvas - and Jacob's body

       slows with a violent jerk.

       But at least he's not falling anymore.  Jacob catches his

       breath as he starts gently floating through the sky.  He

       smiles.  This isn't so bad.  This is actually kind of fun. 

       Not for long, though, because his new upward momentum carries

       him back up to:

       The winged children's Skeletons.  Jacob's eyes bug out as he

       rises into them and they start to circle.  They move closer

       and we can see something in their hands:

       SCISSORS

       Jacob twists his body, trying to steer his parachute away

       from the demons.  One of the Skeletons swoops up to his face

       and pokes its scissors inches away from Jacob's eyes.  It

       sings alone:

                           CHILD

                 Nine ten, never sleep again!

       The Skeleton cranks its arm back - ready to plunge the

       scissor's blades into Jacob's sockets.  The arms swings

       toward him - then suddenly diverts up past his head, heading

       for:

       THE CHUTE'S STRINGS

       The Skeleton flaps its wings and poises its scissors at one

       of the ropes.  The other two Skeletons join it over Jacob's

       head.  The three of them look down at Jacob, their boney jaws

       in a perpetual smile.

                           JACOB

                 No!

       The Skeletons nod "yes".  SNIP - SNIP - SNIP - they cut away

       at Jacob's parachute as he swings underneath them, trying to

       pull away - SNIP - SNIP.

       The parachute flutters away - the Skeletons cackle - and

       Jacob plummets.

       ON JACOB

       We stay with him as he screams and shrieks and yells and the

       clouds part and the ground rises quickly up to meet him.  The

       ground becomes a town, the town becomes a block, the block

       becomes a house, the house becomes a roof, and...

       INT. JACOB'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

       KA-BLAM!  The ceiling explodes as Jacob's body plows through,

       slams down, shatters the bed, and we immediately:

                                                            CUT TO:

       INT. JACOB'S BEDROOM - MORNING

       Jacob's eyes blast open as he sits up from bed in a cold

       sweat.  A dream.  The worst fucking dream from hell anyone

       would ever want to have -- but still just a dream.  He takes

       a few deep breaths as a soft KNOCK is heard at the door.

                           JACOB

                 Yeah..

       ALICE JOHNSON opens the door and sticks her head in.  She's

       thirty-two, blonde, with a caring smile.

                           ALICE

                 You okay, honey?

                           JACOB

                 Yeah, Mom.  I'm fine.

                           ALICE

                 Alright.  Better get cooking or you'll be

                 late for school.

                           JACOB

                 On my way.

       Alice closes the door as Jacob gets out of bed and stretches. 

       Sunlight is leaking through the bedroom window shade and

       Jacob walks over to it.  He reaches out and pulls up the

       shade.

       And there's nothing buy sky.  Jacob frowns and pokes his head

       out the window.

       JACOB'S POV - THE GROUND

       is once again racing up towards us at seven-thousand miles an

       hour.  The entire house is falling.

       BACK IN THE BEDROOM

       Jacob leaps away from the window.  The WINGED SKELETONS

       reappear outside -- dancing in the air -- cackling with glee.

       The bedroom starts to SHAKE violently as Jacob stumbles into

       the center.  The roof starts caving in and the walls begins

       to crumble.

       ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON JACOB.

       Jacob grabs his head, looks up at us, and SCREAMS.  We

       suddenly stay where we are as the house drops down and we

       punch out through the roof and our shot becomes an:

       ANGLE STRAIGHT DOWN ON THE HOUSE

       as it falls away towards the ground.  We watch as it becomes

       a small dot - and finally impacts on the surface.  A mushroom

       cloud of smoke silently puffs out in the distance below

       EXT. TOWN - NIGHT - AT THE CRATER

       Smoke and dust whirl around a huge hole in the earth. 

       Splintered shreds of lumber stick up in the air like giant

       toothpicks.  Some of the toothpicks start to move.

       Jacob rises out of the destruction, charred, scraped,

       battered and, unfortunately, alive.  He climbs up to the edge

       of the crater.  He looks back a the remnants of his home.

       Then something starts to happen.

       Something his growing from the crater - spreading out.  It's

       not a cloud, it's not smoke - it's a DARKNESS.  Even though

       it's night, this darkness is darker.  It creeps out from the

       hole - fingers of blackness reaching out.  What it covers

       doesn't disappear.  It becomes GLOOMY.  The shroud is getting

       bigger.

       And it's getting faster.  Jacob runs.

       WITH JACOB - RUNNING

       He bolts down the streets of the small town in a blind panic. 

       He looks behind him and sees the darkness getting bigger, its

       gloominess covering houses.  Then whole blocks.

       Everything it touches seems to fall deeper into SHADOW.

       AT THE STREET CORNER

       Jacob comes across a WOMAN walking her dog.  He stops and

       yells at her.

                           JACOB

                 Get the hell out of here!  It's coming!

                           WOMAN

                 What's coming?

       Jacob points down the street.  The shroud is swooping down

       the road - browning out street lights in its wake.  And the

       woman doesn't find anything threatening about this.  Jacob

       screams at her.

                           JACOB

                 Don't you see it?