1 November 2012
Scene 1: Village. People bustling around. A high street style market. Side alleys all around. Mostly deserted. Few with people going in and out. Stalls and shops.
*Enter Jamie, Sarah and Steve*
Jamie *loudly* Has anyone heard of Trapdoor Hill?
Steve (thoughts): Oh God! Jamie you are an idiot.
*No response*
Sarah: *louder then Jamie* It's a hill with a trapdoor on top. Surely you must have heard of it!?
Steve (thoughts): the clue is in the name guys! TRAPDOOR *pause* HILL. You don't need a description!
*No response. Jamie and Sarah walk around, talking to people about the hill and buying things. Steve walks slowly around the stalls near the alleys*
Voice: Psst! *Steve turns* Psst!
Steve: What?
*Voice emerges. It is a 12 year old kid*
Kid: Ah noo weer yer 'ill s.
Steve: Um, yeah directions would be great.
Kid: Ah'll shoo yer if yer wont, buh ah had ta com too.
Steve (thoughts): Is this kid serious!? I'm not a babysitter! Why would anyone want to go with us to the hill?
Steve: No, I think directions would be enough.
Kid: Buh yer dont noo th' weey!
Steve: Seriously?! Thats why we want directions! Why do you want to go?!
Kid: *slightly embarrassed* Ah wont too felm th' gost! Th' gost of th' fermer hoo killed hisself.
Steve: *laughing* You don't really believe on that, do you?!
Kid: *annoyed* Cen ah com er nut!
Steve (thoughts): Oh for the love if God!
Steve: *annoyed* Fine
Kid: *exited* Oh thank yer! Thank yer vary moch! Ah'll worn yer tho, th' fermer s venegerful. Wach owt!
Steve (thoughts): Those stories. Stories about hauntings. Stories about the farmer. Stories about a great hangout. Stories about the calm, quietness of the place.
Trapdoor Hill (Script) • Opuss № I