3-Character Trio Cast 6 - 9 Minutes Horror/Supernatural
The Locked Wardrobe
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
FADE IN:
INT. RENTED BEDROOM - NIGHT
Low amber light. Ek SINGLE BEDSIDE LAMP jal raha hai. CURTAINS halki draft mein hila rahe hain. Kone mein ek purana WOODEN WARDROBE khada hai.
ARMAAN (37), plain T-shirt, nervous, flashlight haath mein, wardrobe ko ghur raha hai.
ARMAAN
(under his breath)
Nahi... yeh sound normal nahi hai.
Halka sa RONA wardrobe ke andar se.
Armaan flashlight se lock check karta hai. Handle hilta nahi.
ARMAAN
Arre yaar... lock andar se kaun lagata hai?
Woh thoda aur zor lagata hai. Kuch nahi.
SFX: A faint sobbing.
ARMAAN
Hello? Koi hai?
No response. Bas wardrobe ke andar se halki si thandi hawa.
Armaan ghabra ke mobile ki taraf dekhta hai, phir apne aap ko sambhalta hai.
ARMAAN
Main abhi landlord ko call karta hoon.
He stops. Curtain phir se hiltay hain.
KNOCK KNOCK.
Door opens. SUHANA (28), sleepwear aur cardigan mein, cautious but curious.
SUHANA
Kya hua? Itni raat ko flashlight leke ghost-hunting?
ARMAAN
Mazaak mat kar. Is wardrobe se koi ro raha hai.
SUHANA
(half-smile)
Haan, wardrobe ne bhi rent dena start kar diya kya?
Armaan glare karta hai.
SUHANA moves closer, listens.
SFX: Soft crying.
Suhana ki smile gayab.
SUHANA
...Okay. Yeh real lag raha hai.
ARMAAN
Thank you. Main pagal nahi hoon.
SUHANA
Yeh maine nahi bola.
Armaan nikalta hai ek purani KEY jo wardrobe ke neeche se mili thi.
ARMAAN
Mujhe yeh yahan mili.
SUHANA
Yeh key toh... room wali nahi hai.
ARMAAN
Toh kiski hai?
SUHANA
Mujhe kaise pata hoga?
Dheere se footsteps. Mrs. D’SOUZA (64) enters, housecoat mein, stern, secretive.
MRS. D’SOUZA
Itni raat ko tamasha?
ARMAAN
Madam, wardrobe se awaaz aa rahi hai.
MRS. D’SOUZA
(too quickly)
Koi awaaz nahi aa rahi.
SUHANA
Aunty, hum dono sun rahe hain.
MRS. D’SOUZA
Tum dono ne zyada soch liya hai.
ARMAAN
Phir lock andar se kaise hai?
Mrs. D’SOUZA freezes.
A beat.
MRS. D’SOUZA
Woh wardrobe... pehle Maya ka tha.
SUHANA
Maya?
MRS. D’SOUZA
Pichli tenant. Gayab ho gayi thi.
ARMAAN
Gayab? Matlab?
MRS. D’SOUZA
Police aayi thi. Questions hue the. Room khali mila tha.
SUHANA
Aur wardrobe?
MRS. D’SOUZA
Usko chheda nahi.
ARMAAN
Kyun?
Mrs. D’SOUZA avoids eye contact.
MRS. D’SOUZA
Kyuki Maya ne kaha tha... agar main gayab ho jaun, wardrobe mat kholna.
Suhana stares.
SUHANA
Yeh aap ab bata rahi ho?
MRS. D’SOUZA
Mujhe laga woh warning thi.
ARMAAN
Warning ya confession?
Suddenly, a HARD THUD from inside the wardrobe.
All three jump back.
SFX: Lock clicks on its own.
ARMAAN
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
The wardrobe door slowly CREAKS open by itself.
The bedside lamp FLICKERS.
Curtains whip in a stronger draft.
Inside: not a body.
Inside: ANOTHER ROOM.
Same wallpaper. Same lamp. Same bed. Same curtains.
And in that room stands ANOTHER ARMAAN, same flashlight, same stunned face.
Behind him, a pale SUHANA and a rigid MRS. D’SOUZA.
The real Suhana gasps.
SUHANA
Yeh... yeh kaise?
The other Mrs. D’SOUZA raises a trembling finger.
OTHER MRS. D’SOUZA
(whisper)
Main isliye lock karti thi...
ARMAAN
Kisliye?
OTHER MRS. D’SOUZA
Taaki woh idhar na aaye.
A beat.
From behind REAL Armaan, a SOB.
He slowly turns.
In the corner, a new wardrobe SHADOW stands where none was before.
ARMAAN
(terrified)
Woh... pehle yahan nahi tha.
CUT TO BLACK.
SFX: A final crying breath.
FADE OUT.
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