Stop looking up. They're already here.
Ext-Trailer Trails RV Campground-Night
(The camera pans under the main entrance sign, between rows of parked
RVs scattered between trees. The sound of crickets and frogs rise from
the small, nearby lake. Cut to a dining hall. The camera moves over the
rows of wooden picnic-style tables, through a pass-through window, along
cooking and refrigeration equipment, stopping and focusing on an
electric "EXIT" sign. Camera pans down, focusing on the wooden door
below the sign. The door knob jiggles, turns left and right a few times.
Finally, there's a metallic "popping" sound and the door swings open.
Two girls stand in the doorway, moonlight sparkling on the lake, beyond
them.)
Girl1: I don't think we should do this. Let's go back to your car.
Girl2: Don't wuss out now. Don't you want to get high?
(They enter the kitchen. Cut to the dining hall. They walk between the
tidy rows of tables.)
Girl1: How do you know about the weed?
Girl2: I used to come camping here. Summers, with my dad, y'know.
Girl1: Oh.
Girl2: I always saw the janitor sneak off. I thought it was just for a
drink or a regular smoke, right? (she smiles) So, I followed him, and I
saw him stash a bag of weed.
They get to the opposite side of the hall, where several office doors
face them, one marked "Janitorial", but Girl1 stops Girl2.
Girl1: What makes you think it'll still be there?
Girl2: The same bag won't be there, doofus. But I know the same guy
works here. There's gonna be a bag, trust me.
Girl1: I don't want to get in trouble.
Girl2: Then you shouldn't be hanging out with me.
(They laugh then Girl2 starts picking the lock while Girl1 keeps a lookout.)
Girl2: Presto! (opens the door)
Girl1: Okay, let's hurry!
Girl2: (looking past Girl1) What the hell?
Girl1: (looking over her shoulder) What?
Girl2: I thought I saw something by the doors.
Girl1: (turns to look) I don't see anything.
Girl2: I guess it could have been a shadow.
Girl1: I'll keep an eye on the doors. You grab the weed! (she faces the
doors)
Girl2: I'm pretty sure there's nothing out there to worry about.
Girl1: Please hurry! (to Girl2) I think I saw something move past the doors!
Girl2: People are always worried about "what's out there," when they
should be worried about what's already here. (from behind Girl1)
Girl1: (turning to Girl2) What's that supposed to mean?
Girl2: (smiles) You'll see.
(The irises of Girl2's eyes glow golden and she grasps Girl1's arm when
Girl1 tries to recoil in fear.).
Razer's theme plays.
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(Girl2: Mist
Girl1: Kestrel
Thank you for appearing.
Special thanks to Bailey for finding the perfect lodge.)
