Final Narrative: The Red Heels

I revised the final narrative after consulting with my teammates during an online discussion and seeking guidance from my Senior. During the meeting, we decided to remove all dialogue from the film, as casting skilled actors with strong dialogue delivery proved to be a challenge. This is the finalized version:

The Red Heels

The scene opens in an empty hallway, the atmosphere weighed down by an eerie stillness. The elevator dings softly, and footsteps echo against the cold walls as a woman (Cynthia) in her 20's steps into view. Her distinctive red heels click rhythmically on the floor, drawing attention to her approach toward an apartment door. She pauses to fumble with her keys, the sound of metal scraping adding to the tension. After a brief struggle, the door creaks open.

Inside, she lets her keys fall onto the counter with a casual clink before heading toward the bathroom. The space feels quiet, almost too quiet, as she enters and leans over the sink. Her hands splash water over her face, the sound breaking the fragile silence. She pauses to examine her reflection in the mirror, focusing intently as if searching for something unspoken.

A faint shift in the shadows behind her pulls her from her thoughts. Her gasp cuts through the quiet, followed by frantic movements as she whirls around, scanning the room. A heavy pause lingers, her breathing sharp and uneven. Reluctantly, she turns back to the mirror, her movements growing hurried as if to escape the lingering tension.

The air in the room grows heavier, oppressive, as the shadow edges closer to her. The moment snaps violently as it grabs her, dragging her away. The oppressive weight of the scene culminates in the sight of her red heels lying abandoned on the cold floor. One is pulled out of view, leaving the other behind, as unsettling whispers of the entity (Lilith) deepens the sense of dread.

The story shifts to a new location, the entryway of a house. The sound of a doorbell pierces the stillness, followed by a tentative creak of the door opening. A young girl (Pandora) in her teens peers out, her gaze darting over the empty space beyond the threshold. Her eyes narrow in confusion and mild apprehension until her gaze lands on a black box sitting unceremoniously on the ground.

The box draws her attention irresistibly, and she picks it up, turning it over as if seeking answers. Her hesitation slows the moment until she finally opens the lid, peering inside with an expression of bafflement. The dark contents shine ominously—a pair of gleaming red heels that seem unnaturally vivid in the muted light.