Jane, a college student, discovers a book with no known origin, leading her to discover the truth of an urban legend.
A ghost story comes to life when Jane, a student, unearths a book telling a local urban legend in her small college town. She is confident and deductive, and remains firm in her convictions. It is only when the reality she exists in begins to crumble around her, and the truly unexplainable begins to occur that she starts to lose her grip on what is actually happening to her- and the para-dimensional beings behind it all. The budget for the project affords us the ability to work on 16mm film. This medium is accessible to us through connections we have here at Panavision, who is willing to work with our budget. This organic aesthetic discerns a unique look, which has been used in films like Black Swan, The Walking Dead, and Moonrise Kingdom, which this film draws inspiration from.
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Jane thinks critically. She questions her environment, and brings herself to her own conclusions. Because of this, it's a difficult task to slip anything past her. She is trusting, and wants to believe in the best of people, until the evidence brought before her proves otherwise. Her hesitation to confront the abnormal puts her in trouble when her grip on reality is shaken, possibly for good.
Casey is Jane's closest friend and roommate. A confidant and co-conspirator, there's nothing between them. She is brutally and often inappropriately honest. Lacking a filter, she says exactly whats on her mind, and openly offers her opinion, even when it's not necessarily welcome. Despite her carefree demeanour, she's emotionally intelligent and considerate, so she does her best to make life a simple and pleasant experience for those around her.
We don't know much about David. A student at the college, he is present, but immediately forgettable. He's new around here, and his awkward attempts at making conversation and socializing seem to be alienating the people around him.
After the sun has set, and you still can't find your way back to the campsite, the only hope for you to see through the darkness is your flashlight. Branches and twigs start to blend. Pushing harder through the underbrush, you try to be silent, but the snapping of the brush has drawn the attention of something. Your flashlight burns out, and the moon has disappeared from the sky. It is now that you must remain perfectly, unflinchingly still. The hours of the night turn into weeks, but you must not move. This is its domain, and who would want to feel the cold bone on the back of their neck?