The PlayHouse
[The house is lit in the night, and cuts to a view from outside the window. Inside, Mother is in the kitchen what appears to be preparing dinner. She begins to cut apples for dinner hastily. As she does so she slips and cuts her finger. While washing the cut her phone rings which appears to be her Husband on caller ID. The voice on the other end cannot be heard as it is insignificant to this opening]
Mother: Hello? [4s pause] It looks like it's getting there I guess. [4s pause].
[The phone call pauses as footsteps are heard banging upstairs, with the lightshade shaking]
Mother: Oh sorry, I think Stevie's messing up... [footsteps continue] around upstairs. I-I'll see you later. Bye.
[Mother walks upstairs, aware and confused. She ventures into every room and notices no one is actually upstairs. She sees the state of the presumably young boys room and begins to tidy. She hangs clothes onto coat hangers and opens the wardrobe. As she steps away, there is a small figure in the wardrobe which isn't obvious. She continues as if oblivious to the figure. She walks out the room and knocks on the bathroom door to find the son making the noise.]
Mother: [Knocks on bathroom door] Stevie, you in there? [Knocks again] You left your clothes on the bed. [Knocks again].
[The young boy appears at the bottom of the stairs showing there was no one upstairs at the time.]
Stevie: [Appears from downstairs] What?
Mother: I thought you were upstairs?...
Stevie: I've been down here?
[The mother looks around upstairs confused by the noises shes been hearing and proceeds downstairs. As she walks downstairs, the figure appears at the top of the stairs and vanishes again, cutting to a black screen]
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