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Ok so here's the poster for my first short film "Shaft"
"Shaft" is a ghost/love story about two incredibly confused teens and their struggle to find salvation in times of turmoil. I'll post a link at the end of the description.


My name was Lewis Moore.
I awoke to the sound of footsteps. That was the first thing that I could remember. Almost everything else was a blur to me. It was dark, which I found very unusual as Dad and I would usually play a game of pool and head back inside for dinner. Those must've been his footsteps. Whose else could they have been? I couldn't remember what had happened, or why I was asleep on a pile of old rubbish that we had thrown into the storage area of our barn. I began to stand up and almost fell on my face, I had never been that lightheaded before. It was as though all the blood left from my head as soon as I stood up. I lifted one hand up to cap the back of my skull. I began to rub the enormous bump which had been covered by my hair, it stung, but it was bearable.
"I must've hit my head pretty hard..." I thought to myself, as I regained my balance, quickly examining the support beams overhead trying to comprehend what I might've backed into. I was 16. I got distracted easily, so it was perfectly reasonable to assume that I was looking down and I tripped. I finally stood on my own two feet without the help of the thick wooden bar in front of me. I walked into the main room, expecting to see my dad hanging paintings or pulling away pieces of stray wood. Instead, I saw a girl. She couldn't have been much younger than me at the time. She was walking around my dad's painting area in a tattered old sweater, carelessly walking over pieces of wood which I knew for a fact were not sturdy at all. Nervous, I backed away and watched from behind the support beam. I was reluctant to believe that she might be a ghost, but this building was about 250 years old, I wasn't going to take chances right then. As she walked through the room, not noticing me at all, she commented on one of my father's larger painting. I knew by that point that she wasn't an apparition. What I didn't know was what she was doing in my barn. I'd just stay hidden for a little while longer, and hopefully she'd leave and go back to her home. Of course not. How could my luck work that way? As she backed up, she stepped over a very unstable board next to the dumbwaiter shaft, and then paused. Dear god why did she have to pause? Without even thinking, I shouted. "I wouldn't stand there if I were you!" I didn't know why I said it, I could've very easily said nothing, as I had planned to, but it just came out.
She didn't take kindly to it. In that evening, we argued more than I've ever argued with anyone. My amnesia was worse than I thought. I couldn't remember the year, I had no idea where my family went, and this girl was accusing me of trespassing. Apparently she lived in my home now and my family had moved out. I was so disoriented I started screaming at her and told her to leave. Oddly enough, as we argued we found that we had similar tastes in music, not something I wanted to happen at the time. She became less interested in the argument and left, telling me that her name was Hellen.
I was beginning to drift off to sleep that night, I had to sleep on the pool table because she refused to take me home with her, fearing that her dad would kill her. The dumbwaiter shaft appeared gray to me for some reason, but I had enough to be confused about. It was weird, I wasn't even tired, but I was able to fall asleep instantly.
The next morning, Hellen came back. Terrific. She brought lunch and shared with me, which I initially thought was some kind of apology, but later found out that she only made extra food because she was bored. That morning we decided not to fight, we just talked. She did, however, have an extremely passive-agressive way of speaking which felt like nails rubbing against a chalk board. She asked me about my family. I still couldn't remember anything. The only thing I had to go by was a blurred incomprehensible voice in the back of my head. I made up a lie. I told her that my family was gone, and that I had decided to live on my own. She finally offered to take me back with her, but I declined. I didn't want to see anyone until I found out what was going on. I couldn't bare just randomly waking up with all of these mysteries. I asked her what she was doing here, and found out that her and her father had moved here from New York City, several days prior. The only other information I got out of her was that she hated her father. The rest of the day we just hung out. I taught her how to play pool and we shared different music that we liked. I still had horrible dreams about the dumbwaiter shaft, but I just got sick of them by the end of the week and pushed them into the back of my head. I was pleased to see that my old guitar was still in the barn. I played several Green Day songs which impressed her, and she wouldn't stop nerding about MCR. We became pretty close friends in the week that followed.
On that last sunday night, I wrote a coded message in her notebook, which I told her to figure out on her own time. That evening, as we spoke, she finally revealed to me that her mother had died in a car crash weeks prior to the move. Hellen was in the car at the time and just barely survived. Hellen and her ignorant father couldn't bare living in the city anymore and moved. This shocked me. Why wouldn't she have brought that up before? I told her the tragic tale of my family, and she just 'forgot' to bring it up? In her defense, I was lying about the whole thing, but still. I think that might've been the reason for her insanity. I realized then, that I was saving her. She had no friends, half a family, and was forced to live out in the boondocks. I was her only friend here. In that same moment, I also realized that she was mine. My only friend in a world of confusion. We had both lost our families, we were both on our own.
That afternoon, she left early to catch up on some homework that she'd have to send to her teacher back in NYC to prove that she passed the class. When she was gone, I decided to dig into my memories and attempt to find out what was happening.
As I remember, Hellen went home that afternoon and was surprised to find that what I had written in her notebook had vanished. She was about to come back to the barn to ask if I had erased it or something, when she heard her father speaking in the other room. His blissfully ignorant voice echoed through the house as if he didn't even realized that she had come home. Hellen was horrified as she listened to her father talking to his old friend on the phone. He spoke of Hellen's mother. He spoke of the car crash. The more he spoke, the more silent and cold the house felt to Hellen. He made remarks about how 'if the car had crashed two feet to the left of where it did, Hellen would be dead instead of his wife'. He didn't say anything about wishing the crash hadn't happened, in fact, he said he would've preferred it had killed Hellen so he and his wife wouldn't have any more responsibilities. Hellen finally found her voice and screamed at him. His ignorance was incredible, as he didn't even try to defend himself.
Meanwhile, my brain was going insane. I couldn't stop seeing that shaft. I tried to remember my family, and why I couldn't remember anything but every time I opened my eyes, there it was. The shaft. Then it hit me. I hadn't even considered it before, but there it was. The nightmares, the bump on my head. What if it wasn't just my imagination? I walked over to the empty shaft and looked down. There was a crack in the floor 20 feet down. My hand immediately flew to the back of my head when I saw it. I backed up and stumbled to the ground. That's when I finally heard the voice speak clearly. Part of it was my voice. I closed my eyes and listened.
"I'm lost." my voice echoed across the inky blackness. Then another voice, so low and yet so clear.
"Then here you shall remain until you are found."
My head was pounding. Was Hellen really the first new person to walk past my sleeping soul in 5 years? Is that why I only woke up at that moment? I could hear voices. A pasture, my parents. All talking about me.
As Hellen stormed out of the house, she found her way to a graveyard which she had not yet explored. It was getting dark. She didn't care. She walked through the gates and let her mind play the voices that she remembered after the crash. It was strangely calming to her. She heard the muffled voices of the doctors at the hospital, the sirens, and the heart monitors, one of them slowing down and stopping. Finally, she walked up to one headstone in the back with a name written on it. My name. Lewis H. Moore. In that instance, she knew what was going on. Of course she was wrong.
The sun had set and I was lying on the floor, trying to sleep. I couldn't take it. Then I heard her voice, screaming. Dear god why did it have to be screaming? I had enough to deal with. It seemed that every time I was confused, or scared, I couldn't just have 5 minutes of peace. Nope. Some angry person had to come in and make it worse. As she stormed upstairs, she began accusing me of 'faking my own death'. Looking back on that, it was almost laughable. She refused to let me speak, so I could tell her the truth. In all honesty, I don't think she would've believed me anyway. To end her rand, she raised her fist and sent it flying towards my chest. I flinched and closed my eyes, but I felt no pain. I looked down, and saw my faded body wrapping around her fist, which was now pressing against the wood on my back. Apparently the body of a ghost can turn translucent in times of danger. If only humans could do that, then I wouldn't be here, would I? She stepped back as her face turned white. She didn't look fearful, or sad. She looked angry. She began telling me about how cheated she felt. Her mother was dead, her only friend was apparently dead, and now her father wanted her dead. I had failed. I wanted so badly for her to be happy, I begged her to stop thinking about it. I promised that I would do everything I could to make her feel better, but it did no good. I didn't realize where she was standing. I was bursting with energy from my own experiences. As she looked directly into my eyes, her soul begging answers, she saw exactly how I died, and exactly how I came back to this world through a purgatory. Without reason, she looked at me and uttered the words "Who would care if I died?"
At that instant I realized what was about to happen. I ran towards her as she leaned back and fell 20 feet. I failed her.

The sun shone bright that morning. I sat on top of the barn, looking down at Hellen's father walking across the yard to my mother. How I desperately wished I could go down there and tell her how much I loved her. I realized that I shouldn't, though. It would only leave her with more questions. He was giving the deed back to her, strangely silent. I sighed before I felt a presence next to me. I turned my head to see the floating figure in a 'Black Veil Brides' shirt smiling at me. My chest began to feel warm. I was confused. lights began getting brighter and I could understand that Hellen was confused to. She smiled even wider as I finally realized that it was time to cross over. I had gotten lost 5 years ago, but here was a girl who was able to give me a new path. In that moment, I realized what had happened. Everybody got what they wanted. I led Hellen her salvation, she helped me to figure out the mysteries of my own past, opening my path out of purgatory, and her father got to restart his life. Everybody wins. I only wish that it hadn't been such a heartbreaking adventure. All of my sadness was replaced with warmth, and everything turned white.

The end.


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passive agressive rofl i like that discription :) this is fantastic vince!