Treatment- SKINNED

SKINNED

Contact information:

Writers: Leighann Armstrong, Tarni Morris and Sian Garrett.

Number: 07527611595

Email: leighann_armstrong@LIVE.co.uk   siangarrett101@Live.co.uk  tarnilauren@live.co.uk

Slasher horror, When 17 year old Megan goes for her afternoon run, she disregards her gut feeling and takes an alternate route through the woods. Little did she know, an unknown stalker is out for revenge and follows Megan into the woods.

Act 1: 17 year old Megan goes for a run as she does everyday however this time if different this time she is standing looking at to paths, hesitating weather or not to take a different route. She knows that she should go into the forest but she does anyway. Megan is running and sees something. She carries on running and keeps seeing dark shadows and runs faster and fast, when all of a sudden she stops. Megan knows there someone there but can see nothing. Megan then came to large logs crossed over a ditch she tries to climb them but falls and knocks herself out.

When she awakes her head is spinning and is in a dark room with a single spot light on her. She knows there is someone in front of her but can see nothing. She can’t see much but she can make out a females hand grasping a blood smeared knife. Nothing is said. The blood smeared knife is stabbed into the table in front of her.

Act2: 11 months earlier, Megan receives unknown texts and calls, she answers the phone but there is no answer. This goes on for severely months, over time Megan becomes anxious, who is it, why do they keep calling but not answering?  Then one day Megan gets a texts saying, “ I will get you, I will have your skin. I will make it mine” she tells her mother, she dismisses it and tells her that someone is playing a joke on her but Megan isn’t so sure.

Act3: Megan looks round the dark and can see nothing; she can only hear a deep husky voice of a man. He says to her, “I’ve been watching you, and waiting for you” Megan replies “waiting for what?” “Your skin” Megan becomes panicked and tries to loosen her hand free so see can escape. She pulls and wriggles until her wrist are burning. Thud, thud, thud. There is a dark stranger stud before her, analysing her body. He pulls the knife out of the table and waves the blood smeared knife around her face, he slices her arm, as if he is unstitching the seam of a doll.