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In your dreams (radio drama script) May opt to use this piece for a spooky radio drama.

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IN YOUR DREAMS

THE LIBRARY IS QUIET. THERE ARE SLIGHT NOISES OF HUSHED CHATTERING


AND THE SOUND OF BOOK PAGES FLIPPING. ADMID ALL THE QUIET NOISES,
THE LIBRARY CLOCK TICKS CONTINOUSLY. CAYLIE WALKS TO THE FRONT DESK
OF THE LIBRARY TO BORROW A HORROR NOVEL.

CAYLIE: Can I borrow this book, please?


LIBRARIAN: Hell House? Sure.

THE BARCODE SCANNER BEEPS.


LIBRARIAN: Here you go darling, enjoy your book.
CAYLIE OPENS THE LIBRARY DOOR AND WALKS OUT. THE DOOR SLAMS CLOSE AS
SHE WALKS OFF. EERIE MUSIC STARTS TO PLAY.

LIBRARIAN: (malevolently) That’s a good book...


EERIE MUSIC INTENSIFIES FOR A MOMENT, AND THEN SLOWLY FADES OUT. IT
IS SILENT FOR A FEW SECONDS BEFORE THE SOUND OF RAIN STARTS TO FADE
IN. THERE IS THE SOUND OF SOMEONE’S FOOTSTEPS GETTING CLOSER AND
CLOSER. THE FOOTSTEPS STOP SUDDENLY.
LIBRARIAN: (muttering) Caylie Tan...
THE LIBRARIAN TAKES OUT A NOTEBOOK AND FLIPS THE PAGES TO REVEAL A
CERTAIN PAGE. THE RAIN DROPLETS FALL ONTO THE PAPER, SOAKING IT WET.
THE LIBRARIAN RIPS OUT THE PAGE AND TEARS IT IN HALF. IN THE
DISTANCE, THUNDER ROARS OMINOUSLY.
LIBRARIAN: (malevolently) I’ll let you see a great dream tonight.

THE SOUND OF THE RAIN GETS SOFTER AS THE LOCATION CHANGES TO THE
INSIDE OF A BUILDING.
CAYLIE: (sighing) This book is so much creepier than I had expected
it to be. I think I should call it a day...
THE BOOK IS CLOSED AND PLACED ON TOP OF A BEDSIDE TABLE. EERIE MUSIC
BEGINS PLAYING AS THE LIBRARIAN WALKS INTO THE BUILDING. THE SOUND
OF HER FOOTSTEPS ARE CONSISTANT AS SHE WALKS UP A STAIRCASE. THE
FOOTSTEPS STOP AS SHE REACHES A DOOR. THE DOOR CREAKS OPEN AND THE
LIBRARIAN WALKS INTO THE ROOM. HER FOOTSTEPS STOP AS SHE REACHES THE
BED CAYLIE IS SLEEPING ON.
LIBRARIAN: (maliciously) Look at you, sleeping so soundly...
A HAND SWEEPS THE BOOK OFF THE TABLE QUIETLY. PAGES FLIP AND STOP.
THE SOUNDS OF BATS FLAPPING THEIR WINGS AND SQUEAKING CHAOTICALLY.
CAYLIE GROANS UNCOMFORTABLY IN HER SLEEP. THE COVERS ARE BEING
SHUFFLED. THE EERIE SOUNDS OF VIOLIN STRINGS START PLAYING,
INTENSIFYING WITH EACH NOTE.

CAYLIE: (whimpers) Stop...


IT GOES SILENT. THE WIND IS SOFT, BLOWING AGAINST THE CURTAINS.
CAYLIE: (confused) Where...where am I? Is this...a dream?
CAYLIE BEGINS WALKING ON THE CONCRETE GROUND. FOOTSTEPS ECHO IN THE
SPARSE ATMOSPHERE. INSERT EERIE MUSIC.

CAYLIE: (bewildered) What is that...?


SHE WALKS FASTER. HER FOOTSTEPS GET LOUDER AND CLEARER WITH EACH
STEP SHE TAKES AND THE EERIE MUSIC INTENSIFIES.

CAYLIE: There’s more...


A GUSH OF WIND FILLS THE ROOM BEFORE DYING DOWN COMPLETELY. TOTAL
SILENCE FILLS THE ROOM.
CAYLIE: (shocked) Oh my god...

SHE TREMBLES IN FEAR AS SHE POSITIONS HER HANDS TO COVER THE BOTTOM
HALF OF HER FACE, MAKING A SOFT SLAP SOUND. SHE SCREAMS, THE SOUND
SLIGHTLY MUFFLED BY HER HAND.
CAYLIE: (terrified) No- no, no, no, no- no! Please! Wake up! Please
wake up...
CAYLIE BREATHES HEAVILY, TRAUMATISED BY THE VIEW BEFORE HER.
CAYLIE: (terrified) It’s- it’s fine. This- this is just a dream.
It’s alright... it’s not real... That dead man... he- he’s not
real... Just please... please let me wake up already!
IT GOES SILENT. THE SOUND OF BIRDS CHIRPING SOFTLY REPLACES THE
SILENCE. CAYLIE GASPS AND SIT UP ABRUPTLY. THE BED SQUEAKS AND SHE
BREATHES HEAVILY.

CAYLIE: (heavy breathing) I’m never reading a horror novel ever


again...
SHE GETS OUT OF BED HURRIEDLY. FOOTSTEPS HIT THE FLOOR FAST AND
HURRIEDLY AS SHE RUSHES OFF TO SCHOOL, SWEEPING THE BOOK SHE HAD
BORROWED OFF THE TABLE. FOOTSTEPS SLOWLY FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND
AND THE DOOR SQUEAKS OPEN BEFORE SLAMMING SHUT. IT IS SILENT FOR A
FEW SECONDS BEFORE CAYLIE’S FOOTSTEPS ARE SOFTLY HEARD AGAIN. THE
LIBRARY IS QUIET. BOOK PAGES ARE FLIPPING. THERE IS HUSHED
WHISPERING. THE CLOCK ON THE WALL IS TICKING. CAYLIE DROPS THE BOOK
ON THE COUNTER.

CAYLIE: Miss, I’m returning this book...


LIBRARIAN: (smiling) Sure. Come borrow again.
CAYLIE WALKS OFF.

LIBRARIAN: (maliciously) I hope you had a good dream last night.

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