2 Male Actors (M + M) 5 - 8 Minutes Horror/Supernatural
Room 304
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM 304 - MIDNIGHT
Pale green walls. One FLICKERING BEDSIDE LAMP. Curtain half-drawn. Rain taps at the window. A hospital bed sits center frame. IV STAND beside it. INTERCOM SPEAKER above the door.
NIKHIL (27), in scrubs, messy hair, tired eyes, stands with a CLIPBOARD and FLASHLIGHT. FATHER THOMAS (52), calm, in a white cassock and black coat, rosary looped around his wrist, faces him.
NIKHIL
(annoyed)
Father, honestly, yeh koi haunting nahi hai. Bas malfunctioning room hai. Old wiring. Faulty intercom. Bas.
FATHER THOMAS
(calml y)
Aur jo patients marne se pehle ek hi naam whisper karte hain?
NIKHIL
Stress. Delirium. Hospital myth.
Father Thomas looks at the bed, then the IV stand.
FATHER THOMAS
Kabhi kabhi myth, warning hoti hai.
NIKHIL
Or bad PR.
A beat. Father Thomas almost smiles.
FATHER THOMAS
Tum thake hue ho, beta. Par room nahi.
Nikhil sweeps the FLASHLIGHT under the bed, behind the curtain, around the IV stand.
NIKHIL
Dekha? Nothing.
He presses the INTERCOM BUTTON.
STATIC.
Then, faintly—
INTERCOM (V.O.)
Mat jao.
Nikhil freezes.
NIKHIL
...Wiring.
FATHER THOMAS
Phir naam kyun?
NIKHIL
Kaunsa naam?
Father Thomas steps closer to the bed.
FATHER THOMAS
Dr. Arman.
The lamp FLICKERS harder.
NIKHIL
(uneasy)
Woh toh years pehle gayab ho gaya tha.
FATHER THOMAS
Transferred nahi. Vanished.
Nikhil flips through the clipboard pages. Old maintenance logs. Discharge notes. A faded signature: DR. ARMAN.
NIKHIL
Yeh records mein baar baar kyun aa raha hai?
FATHER THOMAS
Kyuki record aur sach same cheez nahi hote.
The INTERCOM CRACKLES.
INTERCOM (V.O.)
Main yahin hoon.
Nikhil jumps back. The IV DRIP suddenly SPEEDS UP.
a tap-tap-tap rhythm fills the room.
NIKHIL
Nahi. Nahi, no.
He reaches for the intercom plug.
Father Thomas catches his wrist.
FATHER THOMAS
Sun.
The CURTAIN stirs, though there is no wind.
NIKHIL
(whispering)
Yeh possible nahi hai.
FATHER THOMAS
Possible se zyada, common hai.
The drip slows.
INTERCOM (V.O.)
Usko nahi.
Nikhil looks at him.
NIKHIL
Usko... kya?
Father Thomas studies the clipboard.
FATHER THOMAS
Patient?
Nikhil turns a final page. A stapled old note.
INSERT - CLIPBOARD NOTE
Room 304. Code red. Unscheduled death. Doctor unavailable.
Handwritten below:
Arman left him during surgery.
Nikhil’s face drains.
NIKHIL
Oh my God.
FATHER THOMAS
Doctor bhaag gaya tha.
NIKHIL
Patient ko chhod ke...
The room goes very still.
INTERCOM (V.O.)
Main doctor tha.
Nikhil stares at the bed as if seeing it for the first time.
NIKHIL
Yeh... patient nahi tha.
FATHER THOMAS
Nahi.
Father Thomas gently touches the rosary to the bed frame.
FATHER THOMAS (CONT’D)
Yeh guilt tha.
The lamp steadies. The IV drip returns to normal.
A long silence.
NIKHIL
(softly)
Toh Room 304 malfunctioning nahi tha.
FATHER THOMAS
Nahi.
INTERCOM (V.O.)
(relieved whisper)
Finally.
Nikhil closes the clipboard, shaken but changed.
NIKHIL
Ab kya?
FATHER THOMAS
Ab sach sun liya gaya hai.
They move toward the door.
Behind them, the room is quiet—no longer angry. Just empty in a different way.
FADE OUT.
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