Snake in the Woodshed...

DRUSILLA:  Wouldn't go that way if I was you Pet. There's Monsters in the Dark Places of the world.

The WOMAN
pauses
but does not
turn around.

WOMAN: And you would know all about the Dark Places and Monsters, wouldn't you.
                    Pet.

DRUSILLA: I don't kow what you mean Pet.

The WOMAN turns s l o w l  y
on the spot.

WOMAN: Of course you don't... Drusilla.

DRUSILLA: ...Mummy?

CUT TO
A WINE GLASS

F
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OFF OF A TABLE.
It sHaTtErS on the floor.

CUT BACK TO
The MOTHER.

MOTHER: Hello Precious. You've been a naughty girl again, haven't you?

DRUSILLA: No Mummy. Never.

MOTHER: Don't lie Drusilla. You were always a naughty girl. You still are. You're the Devil's plaything. His Slut. But Never mind Precious. I still love you. Even though you killed me.

Flesh starts to fall
in chunks
from the MOTHER's face.
As she decays
PAN TO

DRUSILLA: No.

MOTHER: YESSSS!

DRUSILLA: GROWLS!

And pounces on the MOTHER
like a wild animal.

MOTHER slahses at
DRUSILLA's throat 
with bony fingers.

Blood sprays
and DRUSILLA: gasps for air.

FADE TO BLACK.

VOICE IN THE DARK: Does it sting?

DRUSILLA: Yes

VOICE IN THE DARK: Does it burn?

DRUSILLA: Yes

VOICE IN THE DARK: Does it hurt?

DRUSILLA: Yes

VOICE IN THE DARK: Time to put things back now Precious.

A knife twist in the dark. Cutting ito Drusillas fragile mind.

She screams and claws at her face in her sleep trying desperately trying to hold onto her borrowed sanity. But it slips away like water through fingers. And then it's gone, like so much smoke in the wind. Dru settles back down and sleeps on, once again happy and content in her insanity.

( Fevered Dreams )