SCRIPT DEVELOPMENT!
Script of the film opening
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As I stumbled out of the park, my phone buzzed again, "You thought you could escape? You're mine now." Panic surged through me as the figure materialized in front of me, his face shrouded in darkness.
"What do you want?" I stammered, my voice betraying my fear. His reply echoed in my mind, "I want to play a game, and you're the prize." I tried to reason, to plead, but his laughter, cold and menacing, drowned out my words.
The park seemed to morph, the once-familiar paths twisting into a surreal nightmare. "Run," his voice whispered, and I sprinted, desperate to break free from this waking terror. The messages now punctuated each step, "No escape. No sanctuary."
The park's labyrinth became a maze of dread, and I could feel his presence closing in. "You can't outrun your fears," he taunted. The flickering lampposts cast eerie shadows, and the moonlight danced on his malevolent grin. I reached the park's center, breathless and trembling. The messages turned more sadistic, "You can't hide from me. I'm always one step behind." Desperation fueled my sprint as I circled the darkened fountain, the figure's laughter echoing in my ears.
Just when I thought I couldn't endure any more, the messages shifted. "You've reached the end, but your nightmare has just begun." My phone buzzed with a final chilling message, "Look behind you."
Dread gripped my soul as I turned, expecting to see the face of my tormentor. To my horror, the figure was a mere reflection in the water – my own distorted, terror-stricken face. The truth crashed over me; the stalker was within, a manifestation of my deepest fears.
As the park returned to its serene state, the messages ceased. The figure dissolved into the night, leaving only my racing heartbeat. The thrill of terror lingered, a reminder that sometimes, the most haunting nightmares are the ones we create within ourselves.

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