Avatar: Tom Hanks
THE PIT
Walter suddenly closed the book and screamed with terror. Doorway of his room, motionless and silent, lit by the dim light dell'abat lamp, he was a horrible vision skinned hands dry and gnarled fingers, clothes torn and muddy, hunched shoulders that barely seemed hold your head at an angle. The gaping jaw showed a few chipped teeth.
Being remained silent, while Walter felt fear their way from the throat to the stomach. A thunder too unblocked by the boy from paralysis. Walter drew back the covers and quickly jumped out of bed. His bare feet made contact with the carpet and began to sink slowly, as if it were done in the quicksand. The floor of the house was sold and he suddenly found himself stuck to the chest. He began to laugh hysterically, then the monster spoke
- Hello ... Walter ... you know me?
- What do you want from me? C-Who are you?
Another thunder, then rain to cover the boy's crying. A few drops began to fall from the ceiling, slowly at first, then in real streams. The house would not have withstood the storm. Walter wanted to just wake up from this nightmare.
- Look at me ... well.
The wiring of the house began to break down the walls, blowing up the plaster. There was a roar, something big had exploded.
- Oh god. Are you Max! But I have ...
the lamp went out on the table and frying, and felt the walls and stairs of his house collapsed , Walter finally lost my mind. The shadow of the monster reached out to him.
Tom suddenly closed the book with a grimace of disgust. He grabbed the phone and dialed a number.
- Richard? I'm Tom. I'm reading the story of Holdings, the one from which you would like to get a script. For me wrong, I say to exploit the idea that the house collapses and replace the monster with a beautiful blonde! But as a horror, comedies people want, need to laugh! I already have the title: The money pit!
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