The Cart
Where Unresolved Pain Never Leaves
In the dim pre-dawn of the House of Light, intake officer Kobayashi wheels his cart into Room 7-B. One line on the clipboard remains blank: F-A37. No name. No case. No resolution.
The building HUMs, soft and watchful. The clock freezes at 03:17. Shoes left neatly aligned. The cart’s wheel turns once—slowly—then stops.
Status: NOT ADMITTED.
This is the opening of my prestige horror pilot, FRAME / SMALL HOUSE. A contained slow-burn where a facility built to archive trauma starts rewriting the rules. No ghosts in the traditional sense—just bureaucracy that learns, rations comfort, and tracks debt.
If unresolved pain can haunt a room, what happens when it haunts the system itself?
Stay tuned for more excerpts. What scares you more: the supernatural… or the indifferent machine?
#horror #screenwriting #prestigehorror #slowburn
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