I've got no strings

Written By

Lewis Maddison

Based on, if any

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FADE IN:
EXT. CIRCUS-NIGHT
Rain streams down rusted patched metal. A dark shadow looms
over the unsuspecting town, a force of evil. The circus has
arrived, bringing horror and despair with it.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CIRCUS-DAY
Two Children approach the large archway, a mix of awe and
excitement jumps across their faces as they stare down the
dark passage way.
INT. TUNNEL
The circus grounds creak, and rumble as the two begin to

enter. Unknown voices begin to echo around them, laughing.

DISJOINTED VOICES
Giggling and Laughing.

Holding onto each other the two continue down the long
tunnel, the voices echoing louder and louder. Bouncing off
of the walls. James grips his sisters hand tight.
SAMANTHA
Don't worry, we will be at the
other end soon.
INT. CIRCUS-DAY
As they emerge from the dark hallway, they are greeted by an
unimaginable sight. Aged rides, rusted metal jutting out
from their ancient mechanisms. Years of paint and metal
cover the monolithic pillars, supporting an old creaky
ferris wheel, protruding from the trashed ground.
Tents blow in the wind, Tattered and patched, as if they
have been repaired over the years, never being replaced.
As the two turn to leave a voice reverberates from a nearby
doorway.
CIRCUS OWNER
Welcome to my humble abode
Light hits the mysterious man, stretching long, bony fingers
towards the children he juts forward. Sweeping down, into an
exaggerated bow. His skin a strange white pigment, covered
in stitches and thread, like a puppet close to completion.
With wide eyes and extended arms he beckons the children.
CIRCUS OWNER
Wont you take a look around,
There's something for everyone
here.
SAMANTHA
I think we're just going to...
Before she can finish the man floats back into the tent, a
large grin on his face. Turning to leave they are shocked to
see the entrance has closed. Sealed shut by unseen forces
and too heavy to have been shut so quietly.
Accepting their fate the two start to delve deeper into the
grounds. Metallic structures, no longer resembling the
machines that used to bring so much joy to children
everywhere, creak in the wind. Straining to hold themselves
up. Thread streaks between them, catching anything that may
fall or get entangled in its thick strands.
Silence fills the park. Occasionally broken by the distant
laughter that disappears from ear shot as they move further

and further into the unknown.

EXT.BOUNCY CASTLE
Obscured by a mountain of clothing and costumes, from
previous employees and visitors decades ago, is a monolithic
shadow. shrouding the surrounding area in darkness.
Clambering over the piles of stained refuse. They stand
before an archaic bouncy castle. Its once bright colours,
dulled by years of battering and mismatched repairs. Long
columns of metal and piping shoot out, the only thing
keeping it standing.
SAMANTHA
Lets keep moving, there has to be a
way out somewhere around here.
Taking hold of James's hand the two turn and walk away. As
they proceed a voice rings out of the small, dank doorway of
the castle.
DISJOINTED VOICES
I've got no strings, To hold me
down, To make me fret, or make me
frown. But now I'm free. There are
no strings on me.
JAMES
The voices.
Turning back toward's the cold shadow they stand in silence,
awaiting the call.
DISJOINTED VOICES
I've got no strings, so I have fun.
I'm not tied up to anyone, They've
got strings, but you can see, there
are no strings on me.
Jame's begins to go cold, his eye's become wide, pupils
unresponsive. Slowly he begins to walk towards the void.
JAMES
You have no strings, your arms is
free. To love me by the Zeider Zee.
Ya,ya,ya if you would woo. I'd bust
my strings for you.

Whispering as he walks. Pushing his sisters frantic hands

away he enters, then disappears.
Hesitating, Samantha jumps in after him and the world goes
black.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT.WORKSHOP

A faint light swings from the ceiling, illuminating the cold

ground below. Stuffed animals line the walls, dry, flattened
fur, glistening in the light. Mouths and eyes stitched shut
preventing them from screaming. Tables covered in tools,
vials filled with dark, thick liquids, spools of thread and
needles lay across the room. The ceiling and floors covered
in reams of thread, spinning a large spider web around the
inhabitants.
Sitting in a dark corner are two shapes, one holding the
other. Hushed breathing the only thing filling the room. As
they sit in the darkness laughter begins to echo around
them.
DISJOINTED VOICES
Hahahahahahahaha
Pattering of tiny feet surrounds them, large, bright eyes
and huge smiles emerge from the eclipse. Staring into the
souls of the new victims. The laughter escalates, getting
louder and louder and louder.
Covering their ears the children cower. Eyes tightly shut,
blocking out any view of their impending deaths. The
laughter stops, the smiles sink back into the blackness.
Leaving two children, whimpering in the darkness.
FADE TO BLACK.
Heavy foot steps strike the cold floor. Louder and Louder
they slowly approach the children. Soft pattering trails
behind, like dogs following their master. A man steps into
the faint light.
Huge in height and thin. Barely illuminated by the dull glow
of the bulb. His shirt old and stained in red, yet perfectly
pressed. A large black belt, tight around his small waist
holds patches of dry, brown leather, tapered needles and
thread protrude from the flesh. Thread hangs out of stitched
skin making up the mans body.
The man lays a long bony finger on the children's faces.
TAXIDERMIST
Turning from the children he whispers. "Welcome to the
Family.....Meet your brothers and sisters"
Bones crack. Tiny feet scatter along the floor, enhanced by
the crackling of electricity. Shapes begin to approach. Some
large, some small. Bodies covered in stitches, conductors
protruding from skin and bone. They twitch towards the
children, eager to reach their new family.
SAMANTHA
"screams"
Screams are drowned out by laughter.
FADE TO BLACK.

EXT CIRCUS-DAY
A group of children approach the Large, black doorway of the
circus. Full of wonder and excitement they enter the park.
Laughter fills the air.
FADE OUT