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A man is walking down a river at night. They hear the sound of a shovel hitting dirt, and turn towards them. They see a shadow, looking as if they are burying something. The surroundings are too dark to see the shadow's gender, let alone their face.

'Hey, what are you doing there?'

The man calls out to the shadow, and at the same time the sound of shovel and dirt come to a halt. The shadow looked back to the man, and immediately ran away. Curious of what the shadow was doing, the man walked towards the source of the sound.

At first, they didn't notice anything unusual. It was only when he looked closer did they notice it. Hairs. Long strands of hair that look as if they grew out the ground like grass. The man, more wary now, slowly crouched down to dig the thing out. His hand touches something, a texture they find familiar, were it not for the sticky liquid, and the somewhat squishy texture. When they brought it out, it was only when he brand it closer to his face did he realise what it was. A head. The head spasmed as if coming to life. He screams.

Another person came running over to them to see what was going on.

'Are you okay? What happened...'

They came over and saw the head that the man dropped to his feet. The man, filled with panic and fear of the other, grabs the shovel and waved it around.

A sound of something hard being hit echoes through the river, then two sounds of something falling are heard.

coming to their senses, the man realises what they did. They look down to see the lifeless body of the innocent. Panic further sets in and they start to dig at the same place as where they found the body, not releasing that there were countless other bodies in that same hole.

As they were about to finish burying their unfortunate victim, they heard another voice behind him, this time chillingly familiar.

'Hey, what are you doing there?'

They stopped all their movement, and slowly looked back. As if looking at a nightmare, they dropped the shovel and ran away.

Curious of what the shadow was doing, the man walked towards where people previously stood.

They are the same person.

The same man that buried and killed.

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(This is the other script that I wrote for the film we were going to make, but it got scrapped. A bit unfortunate, since I really liked the premise. Well, the other one also seems fun to do. The person who came up with both of these ideas was my group member, and I added a few of my interpretation. A clap to him and his ideas. A bit of a background, he wanted to make it more gory, but wasn't allowed to. His want to do so, while knowing that he couldn't was pretty amusing to watch.)

(I hope you enjoyed the two horror themed scripts I wrote! I probably might take a while before my next update.)