The Grudge Page #5

Nice one, Karen.

She gets to her feet, folding up the incomplete picture and

stuffing it into her pocket.

16 INT. THE HOUSE - ENTRANCE - DUSK 16

Karen steps into the foyer with the vacuum cleaner. She

looks up at A RAILING overhead. Some trash is visible

sticking over the edge. Karen shakes her head:

KAREN:

How did you get up there?

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She gathers up the vacuum and heads up to the SECOND FLOOR

HALLWAY. There’s a nearby door, closed (the FRONT ROOM), and

an open door at the end (the REAR ROOM).

As she looks for an outlet, she hears a SCRATCHING SOUND.

Karen stands there for a moment, listening. Silence.

Then she walks towards the open door at the end of the hall.

17 INT. THE HOUSE - REAR ROOM - DUSK 17

Karen steps inside. MOVING BOXES are stacked against the

wall, next to a desk. It’s an unfinished room.

She listens. No scratching. Nothing unusual here. Except -Karen

notices a lone object sitting on an otherwise empty

shelf. It’s a BLACK CERAMIC CAT. Facing the wall. Strange.

And then Karen hears the SCRATCHING SOUND again.

18 INT. THE HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - DUSK 18

Karen steps into the hallway and listens. There it is again,

and this time there’s no doubt --

The sounds are coming from the room by the stairs.

Karen walks to the door. She pauses, disturbed by the eerie

sounds from inside. Then she reaches for the doorknob.

THUD. THUD. Karen hesitates. The strange rhythmic THUDDING

continues, coming from beyond the door.

KAREN:

(nervous:
)

Hello?

Karen takes a breath. And turns the doorknob.

19 INT. THE HOUSE - FRONT ROOM - DUSK 19

The sounds immediately stop as Karen enters the MASTER

BEDROOM. It’s dark, thick blinds covering the windows. A

frosted window, overlooking the foyer, isn’t helping much.

She stands there for a moment, listening. Silence.

Then -

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SCRATCH SCRATCH. Startled, she gasps and turns towards THE

CLOSED CLOSET DOORS. That’s where the sound is coming from.

And then she notices something strange about the closet door:

It’s been sealed shut with duct tape.

The SCRATCHING quickens, as if sensing a presence nearby.

And then there’s a muffled MEOW. There’s a cat in there?

Karen pulls off the duct tape. She reaches for the door

handle, slowly sliding it open a crack and peering inside -

The closet seems empty, except for a large BOOK on a shelf.

Karen reaches inside and picks it up.

Then she sees, in the darkened far corner of the closet, a

SMALL BLACK CAT. It’s sitting on something, watching her.

Karen slides the door the rest of the way open -

-- revealing A YOUNG JAPANESE BOY (age 7) sitting in the

corner, staring at Karen. The cat is curled up on his lap.

Startled, Karen drops the book and falls backwards.

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