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- Honey, this is a bad idea you should come to bed.
- Do you not care about our son? I want him back, make the wish. This is all your fault.
- Bring my boy alive, in front of me at once! Let him live once again.
- Just wait, magic isn’t instant, it won’t happen immediately! Do we even know it will occur?
- Herbert is there, it's my son. Wait for me here, I need to get him.
- Did you do it?
- During the middle of the night, a troubled mother got up from her bedside as she was washed with guilt. The husband confused and concerned gets up from his bed to condole her. As soon as he does he is shunned away by his wife and provoked to make the wish to bring his dear son back.(Medium shot and music rises dramatically.)
- Stop! It’s enough! Don’t change your fate, he died, get over it!
- Are you there? I’ve been looking for you. It’s mom, Herbert!
- It’s my son, I need him back at this instant!
- The wife blames him and the father is forced to abide by his wife’s wishes. The father filled with grief asked The Monkey’s Paw to bring his son back to life. (Face up shot! music begins to play)
- I told you this would be a bad idea, we both knew it wasn’t going to work . It's all your fault and you should have just listened to me Elizabeth!
- HERBERT!?! Herbert where are you? My son *sobbing* Come back to me baby boy!
- All of this must mean something, I’m still not getting it. Is this my fault, IS IT!? My sorrows are for Elizabeth and my son, there are none for me.
- The troubled and depressed wife pondered if her baby boy had been brought back. Filled with curiosity, she dared to ask what had happened with such nervousness, her palms clamped up. (Medium shot , music stops violently)
- The husband begging her to stop, as he knows their upcoming fate. Ominous and menacing energy comes from the door as the wife approaches what she thinks is her son. The ominous feeling they can’t shake, as she grabs the doorknob, wondering what will happen next.(Medium shot, and the music comes to complete silence)
- The wind is blowing, an ominous sense is coming from the door. Mrs. White walks up to the door with nervousness and her heartbeat rapidly increases (music speeds up). Mrs. White opens the door and sees nothing (music stops abruptly, eerie music continues a few seconds later)
- Years have passed, the sorrow the Paw has caused lingers like the the thoughts of your late night regrets. Mr. White struck with guilt sticking to the cemetery like a piece of gum on the bottom of a desk. The grief of his loved ones sticks with him even in his last moments as he ponders if it was his fault. Slowly falling into the abyss of death, his life is filled with regrets. Nothing can change this. (Close-up shot, and music becomes subtle yet gets higher)
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