THE PERILS OF SEXTING Written by Rhonnie Fordham 276 Sharber Road Bainbridge, Georgia 39817 229-400-5262 rhonnief@yahoo.com
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT sits in a chair in the living room. The young man watches T.V. while nearby windows reveal the late-night darkness outside. He holds his cell phone, glancing down at a picture of EVE, a young girl he has been texting. The photo is a sext message and features her standing in front of a bathroom mirror with her shirt off, revealing her breasts. Patrick smiles while gazing at the photo. He then goes to their conversation which reads: EVE: God your dick is so big. ME: Wanna be there with you. EVE: :) EVE: Here's that pic you wanted. Patrick types in a new message and sends it. ME: Tits are incredible...fuck. He stands up and makes his way toward the kitchen while constantly looking back at his phone, awaiting her reply. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Patrick goes inside the kitchen. He grabs a cup from the counter before going toward the refrigerator. After getting ice from the freezer, he fills it up with water. The young man takes a few sips from it while leaning against the counter when suddenly his phone VIBRATES, a new message from Eve. EVE: Send me another pic...really horny right now. Patrick smiles with excitement as he goes through his gallery of photos, nearly all of them naked photos of his penis. He selects one and sends it over to her. While awaiting her reply, he looks at the saved naked photos of the many women he has sexted and stares at them with strong fascination and interest. Suddenly the phone VIBRATES. Eve s message reads: Eve: God ur so big.
2. The young man gazes at the message with the same voyeuristic happiness and excitement he had while gazing through the photos of naked women. He quickly sends her another message. ME: Gonna plow you with it. He puts the cup down and looks around the house while waiting for her reply. The phone VIBRATES. EVE: Please. EVE: :) Patrick smiles as he types another message and sends it. ME: Come on over. 1414 Deeds Street. Getting lonely here babe. He stands up and takes another sip from the cup before emptying the rest of it in the sink. His phone VIBRATES again. Eve has sent him a new picture of her standing in front of the bathroom mirror while seductively holding her bare breasts. Damn. Patrick then faintly notices a MURDERER wearing a ski mask and dark clothes standing behind the open doorway. The intruder holds a knife in one hand and a laptop computer in the other. (CONT D) What the fuck? He fearfully looks closer, clearly seeing the mysterious person is armed. Shit. (CONT D) The young man quickly calls Eve, her phone RINGING several times. (CONT D) Come on Eve. Still no one answers. Pick up. (CONT D) After a few more RINGS, it goes straight to voicemail.
3. Fuck! (CONT D) He hangs up and glances back at the picture of her, unsettled by the image of the masked Murderer she seems to not notice. Patrick looks around the house while making his way toward the living room, unsure of whether or not to call the police. INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Patrick walks back into the living room before he stops and stares at the photo. Suddenly the phone VIBRATES, a picture message from Eve. The photo shows Eve s corpse lying in a blood-filled bathtub, a knife plunged into her heart while blood covers the walls. The horrified Patrick turns away from the grisly image. Oh God! Fuck! He looks back at it. (CONT D) Eve...fuck. The terrified young man glances toward the windows, unsure what to do. He looks at the front door and runs toward it, checking to make sure it is still locked. He then steps away when suddenly the phone VIBRATES again, startling him. Ah fuck! (CONT D) Patrick looks down at a text message now sent to him by Eve's murderer from her phone. EVE: Hey loverboy. The young man s fingers shake as he texts back. ME: Who s this? Trembling, he goes to the kitchen.
4. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Patrick steps into the kitchen. He swiftly grabs a butcher knife from the counter, the blade making a SHARP sliding noise as he snags it. He defensively clutches the weapon while standing alone in the room when suddenly the phone loudly VIBRATES once more, piercing through the silence of the house. EVE: Recognize your bitch now? Patrick fearfully stares at the text as the phone VIBRATES again. EVE: She s a screamer. The young man looks out a window where he sees nothing outside. He clutches the knife handle tightly while making his way toward the bathroom. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Patrick walks into the bathroom and turns on the light switch. A lone window is there as well as a large mirror hanging on a wall, the site of many of Patrick s sexting photographs. He stops in front of the window and looks through it but the rural and dark yard keeps him from seeing anyone. He then steps away and turns off the light switch before uneasily walking out, closing the door behind him. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Patrick stops by the kitchen counter when the phone VIBRATES. He glances at it, discovering the new text is a video message from the Murderer. He quickly plays it, the footage showing him looking through the window in his bathroom. The terrified young man watches it, realizing that the video was filmed only moments ago and from outside his own home. Fuck where are you? Patrick gazes around the kitchen while wielding the knife. (CONT D) Where the fuck are you man?
5. He types another message and sends it. ME: Leave me the fuck alone. Calling the police! The phone quickly VIBRATES, a fast reply. EVE: TOO LATE. The visibly uneasy Patrick leaves the room. INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT Patrick rushes into the living room and glances out one of the windows. Shit! The serial sexter looks back toward the phone, not sure what to do, before he calls Eve's number, intently listening as it RINGS. Suddenly he hears a subtle RING through the house. Patrick gazes toward the kitchen where the noise sounds like it is coming from before he raises the knife and makes his way there. INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT Patrick steps inside the kitchen. He still hears the subtle RINGS, only they now sound like they are coming from down the hallway. INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT Patrick walks into the hall, the RINGS now sounding much louder. He looks on in fear toward the bathroom door which is now open, the lights turned on inside and the loud RINGS coming from there. He clutches the knife tighter as his call goes to Eve's voicemail. You better leave now motherfucker! Patrick walks closer before he stops right outside after hearing several voices from the bathroom. VIEWER #1 (O.S.) Where is he?
6. VIEWER #2 (O.S.) Usually starts quicker than this. The young man stares at the bathroom in confusion. Who is that? Who the fuck are you? VIEWER #2 (O.S.) I'll keep waiting. Fuck it. Patrick listens to the voices as he walks inside. VIEWER #3 (O.S.) Always worth it man. Dude's the best...i m telling you. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Patrick walks into the bathroom. He notices the lone window has been forced open while Eve's cell phone lies on the counter, covered in blood with some of it loudly DRIPPING to the floor. Shit! He holds the knife out as he gazes toward an open laptop computer that also lies on the counter. It shows a splitscreen of several people, all the Viewers, who intensely watch him through their webcams. They look straight at him while a webcam connected to the laptop is pointed right toward the young man. VIEWER #1 There he is! Hey what the fuck is this? Look! VIEWER #2 Suddenly the Murderer appears behind the open bathroom doorway, holding a blood-stained knife. The startled Patrick turns around only to be grabbed by the intruder. Shit! He drops the knife to the floor, the blade making an unpleasant SOUND as it slides across the tile floor.
7. (CONT D) Let me go motherfucker! The Viewers on the split-screen watch with compelled interest as the Murderer then turns Patrick to face the webcam before roughly shoving the knife into his chest. Oh shit! Damn! VIEWER #1 VIEWER #2 Blood comes from Patrick s mouth while the Murderer then slices his chest open, organs falling from the wound. The intruder looks at their audience and pulls out the knife, letting go of Patrick s corpse which falls to the floor in a pool of blood. VIEWER #2 (CONT D) Shit! That was great! The Murderer then quietly walks toward the webcam, blood loudly DRIPPING from the knife. The Viewers applaud as the killer turns off the laptop.