1-Sentence Pitch
"A victim of an accident seek to regain her memory through a uncalled help of a certain individual"
Story:
Rose, is a young woman whom has woken up from a long coma after falling off a flight of stairs during a major accident involving her college’s lab catching fire. She has trouble remembering what happened after or what caused the accident due to a case of amnesia after the effects of the accident.
It took several weeks before she became well enough to return to school, however she began to experienced strange things involving a certain individual. A young woman has been stalking her whenever she was alone.
A usual day at school, Rose was having her chemistry class in the school lab. Everything seems well even though she still had some trouble communicating with her fellow classmates due to the amnesia. Despite all the trouble, Rose was actually glad to be back in school, but what's with that girl following her around?
During a class experiment exercise, she smelt a faint smell of gasoline and in a swift moment, a shadowy hand grabbed her ankle from under the table, flipping her off her chair. A loud "Thud" as the back of her head collided onto the floor, knocking her out.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she awoke inside the schools' nursing room, alone. Rose turned to her right, trying to find signs of a teaching staff or nurse.
"Back onto the hospital bed... again" she sighed.
A shadowy figure dawned beside her, a sudden surge of tension struck Rose as she turned to her left, greeted by that woman sitting beside her. Rotten face flesh was dangling from her left cheek, and blood shot eyes staring right at Rose, whom dashed out of the nursing room in a flash and into the nearest room which was the library.
Rose, still unshaken from the horror of what she had just saw, began sweating bullets, before the cool air in the library managed to calm her down. In the library she chanced upon a conversation between 2 girls involving a fire accident in the chemistry lab claiming the life of one of the students.
"Erm, excuse me but did you two said something about a fire accident in the chemistry lab?"
"It was horrible, a girl was burnt alive and no one has a clue how did it happend.."
The girls were feeling uncomfortable talking about the incident and left quickly, leaving Rose with goosebumps.
The next day, Rose was the first to arrive for her night class at the lab only to find out it was cancelled. She was about to leave but was confronted by the ghostly girl from behind. Rose went berserk and screamed, trying to get out of the room but the door won’t open, she screamed at the ghost to leave her alone and that she has done nothing to it. With jerky motions, It held up a lighter, and in a sudden, a series of events flashed before Rose's very eyes.
The girl, named Denise was apparently Rose’s rival for her love interest, after losing her love to the girl Rose went depressed and tried every way to get her rival out of the picture, until she found a last resort, a means that would get rid of her...forever. A night where Denise was ready to pack up and leave the chemistry lab, Rose knocked the girl out from behind. With a bottle of kerosene in hand she began to pour it all over Denise, her mind was blank and when she lit the lighter, Denise led out a piercing scream which bought Rose to her senses, begging for mercy. Rose shook in fear of what she is doing and dropped the lighter in her stunned state, dashing out of the room. The lighter lit the nearby kerosene on the floor and soon spread around the room, causing an explosion, killing Denise instantly and knocking Rose out while she was running down a flight of stairs.
The mystery which nobody knew who caused the death of Denise is now revealed to be Rose. With her memory regained at the very last moment, with her head on the floor she begged for forgiveness but soon the sick smell of gas filled the atmosphere and with the sound of a lighter being lit, the lab exploded killing Rose. In the end the public will never find out the cause of each girl’s death.
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