Film Treatment

There is rather large house in a somewhat fancy looking street. The drive is empty, but the house is not. Inside Is Chris, an average 16 year old boy. Chris is lying on his bed, on the phone to a friend of his who goes by the name of George. Chris has been left home alone, and is looking to capitalize on this. Chris invites George to come to his house,and lets him know that he's home alone. Chris smiles excitedly to himself as he finalizes the plans. Then he hangs up the phone, proclaiming himself to be hungry. With a spring in his step, he hop off his bed and carelessly throws his phone down onto it, then leaves the room and heads downstairs. Chris makes a beeline towards the kitchen, immediately ransacking a cupboard upon entry. Much to his own annoyance, the cupboard is full of meals that must be cooked, and would take actual preparation. Letting out a sigh, Chris hangs his head. He slowly leaves the room, plodding into the hallway. As he turns, he doesn't notice that he isn't home alone after all. This is because there is actually an intruder in his house, hiding on the counter behind his kitchen door. The Intruder holds his breathe as he squats on the counter, a large knife in hand. As Chris walks down the hallway, The Intruder pokes his head from around the door and watches his route. Chris pauses when this happens, as The Intruder creaks loudly atop the counter. Chris' breathing hitches, and he slowly turns back to face the kitchen, only to be greeted with the sight of a large man dressed in black, wearing a balaclava and brandishing a knife. Chris freezes, fear coursing through his body. The Intruder calmly starts to approach Chris, turning the knife in his hand in an attempt to strike further fear. This works, and Chris slowly backs up into his locked front-door. Realising there is nowhere left for him to go, he slides down the wall and falls into a seated position on the floor, his eyes not straying away from The Intruder. Chris' rational thoughts come back through the fear, and he scrambles to his feet, the darts up the stairs, as they are the only place he can go. The Intruder dives around the bannister and barely grabs the ankle of Chris. He starts yanking at him in an attempt to pull him down, but Chris has an iron grip on the bannister and is refusing to let go. Chris starts to violently thrash his captured leg around as much as he can, then successfully freeing his grip. He runs up the stairs as fast as he can, barely evading The Intruder's second attempt to pull his legs out from under him. Chris reaches the top of the stairs, and instinctively dashes into his bedroom and pushes the door to be semi-shut when he enters, hoping it throws The Intruder off and fools him. The Intruder walks up the stairs slowly, taking his time since he knows that he has Chris trapped upstairs with no means of escape. He approaches the door, and opens it with a might kick. The sudden sound was a surprise to Chris, making him jump involuntarily and give his position away. Chris looks across the room from his position of lying on the floor down the side of his bed and makes eye contact with The Intruder. The pair keep the eyes locked, just staring at each other. The stare is broken by The Intruder as he suddenly leaps onto the bed, catching Chris off guard. Chris crawls backwards out of his spot in an attempt to escape, but crawls back into his wardrobe, cornering himself in the process. The Intruder steps off the bed, and comes down to squat in front of Chris. He swings the knife down suddenly, but Chris manages to grab the wrist of The Intruder and block the attack. The Intruder pushes down with power, so much so that Chris has to grab his arm with both hands. Chris manages to push the knife away, then he quickly lets go with one hand and slaps the knife from The Intruder's grip. Chris then lets go entirely and dives under the left arm of The Intruder, getting out of the corner successfully . However, The Intruder is fast to react. He grabs Chris and tackles him to the floor, planting him on his back. In a last ditch effort, The Intruder places both hands on the throat of Chris and starts strangling him, desperate to get the kill in any way possible. Chris gags, losing oxygen quickly under the iron grip on his neck. He tries to pry the hands from his throat but can't manage. Chris turns his head and sees how close he is to his bed, then gets an idea. He places a hand on the side of The Intruder's head and pushes him off him with all of his might. The Intruder topples off of Chris, and collides headfirst into the wooden bed frame. He hits hard, stunning himself in the process. Looking to take advantage of the situation, Chris dives at the knife and gets the handle in his grasp. He gets up onto his knees and looks down at it in his hands, but The Intruder is already back up. He grabs Chris from behind and gets him into a choke hold, looking to finish the job. The Intruder falls onto his back, getting the choke in harder. Chris is pulled backwards, but uses the momentum to his advantage by rolling back out of the grip of The Intruder. Chris quickly jumps on top of The Intruder and drives the knife down into his chest with one blow. Chris breathes heavily, and drop the knife to the floor shocked at what he'd done. He slowly gets to his feet, then mutters "Thank God" to himself. In shock, he goes to leave the room, before he hears another creak. He spins around fast, then sees that where The Intruder once lay, there is an open space. Where the knife was once, is an open space. Chris gasps, then goes to leave quickly. Behind him, the shadow of The Intruder takes up a whole wall, and The Intruder then emerges from the room. Chris looks at the staircase as his only way yo escape, and tries to run to it, but he took too long. the Intruder gets an arm around the neck of Chris and yanks him backwards, then drives the knife into his chest in one fatal blow. He lets go of Chris, who slumps down t the floor lifelessly. The Intruder looks down at him with no emotion, then heads down the stairs and heads straight out of the front door. He succeeded.