Solo Male 4 - 6 Minutes Horror/Supernatural
The Neighbor Upstairs
Full Shooting Script in Industry Courier Monospace Format
INT. SMALL APARTMENT LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Ek chhota, cluttered living room. Single ceiling lamp on. Laptop ki blue light sofa aur floor par thandi chamak daal rahi hai. Ceiling se faint vibrations mehsoos ho rahi hain. Room intimate bhi hai aur unstable bhi.
ARJUN (30s), insomniac music teacher, casual t-shirt aur pajama pants mein, headphones neck pe latkaye, sofa par baitha hai. Chehra pale, aankhen thaki hui. Uske saamne laptop, metronome, music sheet.
Arjun ek ghadi dekhta hai. Phir ceiling ki taraf.
ARJUN
(softly, to himself)
2:13. Great. Phir se.
Woh laptop ke speaker se aati faint melody sunta hai. Upar se.
ARJUN
Yeh kaunsa instrument hai, bhai?
Woh metronome on karta hai. Tick-tick-tick.
ARJUN
Acha, tum rhythm ke bhi against ho? Wah.
Upar se weird, broken melody continue hoti hai.
ARJUN
(annoyed)
Nahi… yeh normal nahi hai. Normal neighbor noise nahi hai.
Woh headphones uthata hai, phir rakh deta hai.
ARJUN
Main music teacher hoon, Arjun. Main noise aur composition ka farq jaanta hoon.
Laptop par music sheet open hai. Arjun compare karta hai.
ARJUN
Kuch match hi nahi ho raha. Kya hai yeh?
Faint ceiling vibration. Melody thodi clear hoti hai.
ARJUN
(confused)
Ruko…
Woh dhyaan se sunta hai.
ARJUN
Nahi…
(pause)
Mujhe yeh tune… kahin suni hui lag rahi hai.
Metronome ki tick ke beech melody merge hoti hai.
ARJUN
(reluctant smile)
Kya bakwaas hai. Main over-tired hoon.
Woh khada hota hai. Lamp ke neeche uska shadow lamba ho jata hai.
ARJUN
Bas ek aur cup chai, aur sab theek.
Melody ab thodi aur structured lagti hai. Jaise koi pattern.
ARJUN
What the—
Woh rukta hai.
ARJUN
Kya… mere naam jaisi sound thi?
Uski aankhen widen hoti hain. Woh laptop mute karta hai.
ARJUN
Nahi. Nahi, nahi, nahi.
Silence. Phir bhi ceiling se faint humming.
ARJUN
(whisper)
Aar… jun…?
Woh ek step peeche.
ARJUN
Kaun hai?
No response. Phir melody wapas, aur clear. Arjun ka face drain ho jata hai.
ARJUN
Mere dimaag kaam karna band kar chuka hai.
Woh music sheet uthata hai. Uske margins par pencil marks dikhte hain.
ARJUN
Maine yeh kab likha?
Woh khud ko rokta hai, yaad aata hai.
ARJUN
(uneasy, to himself)
Old apartment… balcony…
Uski breath shallow ho jaati hai.
ARJUN
Door.
A beat.
ARJUN
Door khula chhoot gaya tha.
Melody abruptly intensifies, as if reacting.
ARJUN
Nahi. Nahi, yeh yaad mat dila.
Woh gusse mein ceiling ko dekhta hai.
ARJUN
Bas! Jo bhi ho, chup ho ja!
Woh ek haath se ceiling ko zor se knock karta hai.
ARJUN
Thak-thak-thak!
Silence.
Arjun frozen.
Then, from above, a clear MALE VOICE (O.S.) speaks. No one else is seen.
VOICE (O.S.)
Arjun… tumne door khula kyun chhoda tha?
Arjun ki pencil haath se gir jaati hai. Woh saans lena bhool jata hai.
ARJUN
(very small)
Kaun…?
He looks up at the ceiling as if it has become an eye.
ARJUN
(whispering, terrified)
Maine… door band kiya tha.
A beat.
The lamp flickers once.
ARJUN
Aur agar band nahi kiya tha…
(pause)
…toh phir andar kaun aaya tha?
Cut to black.
END
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