INT. Bathroom – NIGHT 
GRACE, 15, is seen brushing her teeth. Her eyes are trained on her reflection in the mirror. The camera is focused on her reflection. She occasionally spits her toothpaste out, and turns the faucet on and off in time with her spats. She wipes her mouth off with a small cloth when she finishes, and hangs it up on the small towel rack by the sink. The towel falls off. 
GRACE picks the towel back up from the floor, and re-hangs it. Suddenly, the shower curtain yanks back, but nothing- able to be seen with the naked eye- is seen behind it. GRACE screams and runs out of the bathroom.

INT. Living Room – NIGHT 
GRACE runs into the living room, approaching her parents who are sitting on the couch, MOM is snuggled into DAD’s side while his arm is wrapped around her small-framed shoulders. They’re watching television.
      GRACE:
     [frightened]
    Mom! Dad!
MOM is startled and sighs in relief when she notices that the yell was from her daughter.
      MOM:
     [jumpy]
    What is it Grace?
      GRACE:
    Something happened in the bathroom!                                   The shower curtain was yanked back,
    and, it was, I don’t know! 
MOM cuts her off.
      MOM:
     [irritated]
    Calm down, Grace. What happened?
GRACE:       [calming]
I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and the shower curtain was yanked back. I mean, there was nothing behind it!
DAD rolls his eyes.
           DAD:
                          [annoyed]
    Grace, you need to stop telling these
    lies. No one is going to believe you if you
     keep doing this.
MOM nods in agreement with DAD.   

        GRACE:
    I’m not lying! I swear there
    wasn’t anything there!
      MOM:
    What your father is trying to say is
     that you need to make sure you have
     all your facts straight before you come
     complaining to us about this nonsense.

       GRACE:
     I’m telling the truth this time!
     
GRACE’s parents look at each other and sigh.
      DAD:
    Grace. Honey. Nothing like that’s
    possible, and you know it.
MOM nods in agreement with DAD, again.

GRACE storms out of the room. 

INT. The Bathroom – NIGHT 
GRACE enters the bathroom, walking over towards the shower. The curtain is closed. Slowly, she places her hands on the edge of the curtain, her breathing accelerated, and she is slightly sweating with nervousness. Her grip tightens and she speedily yanks it open—nothing is there. She shuts it again and exits the bathroom.

INT. Front Room - NIGHT
GRACE darted into the front room, running into DAD.
      DAD:
     [bothered]
    Whoa. Slow down there.
DAD lightly pushes GRACE away from him. DAD has his hand on the front door’s handle, twisting it open. He pulls the door open. MOM enters the room, her purse in her forearm.
      GRACE:
    Where you going?
MOM and DAD look at each other. DAD looks at GRACE.
      DAD:
    We’re going out.
      GRACE:
    But—you guys can’t go!
      DAD:
    We don’t have time for your foolish
    games.
MOM and DAD start to walk out the door.
      MOM:
    Night honey! Love ya and go to bed
    on time.
MOM and DAD exit the house, slamming the door shut.

INT. Living Room – NIGHT
GRACE is sitting on the couch, flipping through the TV channels. The phone rings and she picks it up, shutting the TV off.
GRACE:
Hello?
CALLER: (O.S)
Hey, Grace?
GRACE:
Oh—hey Jenna.
JENNA: (O.S)
Remember Julian?
GRACE:
Yeah. What about him?
JENNA: (O.S)
He just shot me a text.
GRACE:
Okay?
JENNA: (O.S)
Don’t you wanna know what he said?
GRACE:
Sure.
JENNA: (O.S)
[squeals]
He asked me if I wanted to go to the
movies with him! Tomorrow!
GRACE:
Wow. Isn’t this the boy you’ve been
stalking for the past few—months?
JENNA: (O.S)
I haven’t been stocking him!
GRACE rolls her eyes and starts picking at her big toenail. 
      JENNA: (O.S)
    Anyways, what’s up with you?
      GRACE:
     [sighs]
    My parents went out without me.
      JENNA: (O.S)
    Why? What’d you do?
      GRACE:
    Nothing! Well—not much.
JENNA: (O.S)
Whatever. What colour should I paint
my nails?

GRACE:
Green.
JENNA:
That was last week’s colour!
GRACE:
Okay, okay. How about—purple?

Cut to –
INT. Window – NIGHT
A dark figure is seen, staring through the window- supposedly looking at GRACE.
JENNA: (O.S)
Oh, yeah! I love purple!
GRACE: (O.S)
It’s your favourite! How could you
not think of it?
JENNA: (O.S)
Yeah, well—
The phone call drops, replaced with an annoying buzzing noise.

Cut to –
INT. Living Room – NIGHT
GRACE is pressing buttons on her cell phone. She protests at it, sitting the phone down on the table next to her. She rests her head in her hands. A loud, clanking noise is heard from the basement. GRACE’s head snaps up. She gets up and exits the room.

INT. Kitchen – NIGHT
GRACE enters the kitchen and grabs a butcher knife from one of the drawers.

INT. Basement – NIGHT
GRACE opens the door to the basement and steps on the first step of the stairs. She flips the light switch on and gasps.

EXT. GRACE’s hand – NIGHT
GRACE’s hand releases the knife, allowing the knife to clatter on the stairs.

INT. The Smith’s Living Room – NIGHT
MR. SMITH’s is sitting on his couch and his head snaps up when he hears a blood-gutting scream. MRS. SMITH lifts her head up as well.
MR. SMITH:
Babe, did you hear that?
MRS. SMITH:
It was probably Grace messing with
her parents again. Just let them handle
it.

EXT. GRACE’s Driveway – NIGHT
MOM and DAD’s car pulls into the driveway.    
   
   
  

THE END