EXT. DESERTED INDUSTRIAL STREET – NIGHT

Pools of pale yellow light litter the sidewalk intermittently, cast down from street lamps.  HORRORGIRL scans the empty street for an address or signs of life. In the distance she spots a warehouse with a faint neon sign, proclaiming COSTUMES, and makes her way toward it. The silence of the empty night is slowly but surely broken by a a soft mingling of voices and music.

INT. COSTUME WAREHOUSE – NIGHT

The music is loud, the light- non existent. Horrorgirl crouches low and weaves between dark, narrow aisles of costumes, props and…mannequins? Her breath quickens. Arms slightly outstretched to navigate by touch. The garments create a maze, zig zagging through the darkness….

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