My First Draft at a Film Horror Plot

This is my very basic plot of a horror film. I tried to use aspects repertoire, such as a young female victim, a male villain, the code of enigma (who is the man), a place usually of safety is turned into a place of vulnerability, etc. I also tried to play of real fears, that you are not by yourself when you are home alone, and that by doing this, I make the storyline more effective as the audience could imagine this to happen to them, as they have had this unnerving feeling before.

Plot:

My plot opens with a blonde young woman walking down an alley at night. She feels cold, lonely an vulnerable with the dark colour scheme to emphasize this, perhaps even the pathetic fallacy of rain. She then returns home, and we see her light the fire and make a cup of tea, before snuggling up into her sofa with the television. It seems as though she is at a place where she can feel relaxed and unguarded, a place where she can feel safe.

However, her shelves catch her eye, and her decorations are not what they were. Instead of her simplistic and basic, yet slightly irregular layout of ornaments and picture frames, they are organised from smallest to largest. Rubbing her eyes she feels as though the tire of the day has finally taken its toll and a good night’s sleep is what is needed. It is only when she settles into a deep sleep that the back door knob starts to gradually turn, footsteps slowly tread across her kitchen tiles, heel to toe. The large dark boots pause beside a table of which a picture lay, with a woman and a man’s smiling faces beam up to the figure. He picks up the frame with a gentle gloved grasp, but his emotions soon turn sour, his hand tensing and scratches across the male’s faces.

When the woman awakes she begins her day as usual, taking a shower, having her breakfast, and so on. A few days later, she walks past the kitchen table and spots a beautifully hand-crafted blonde doll. Alarmed, the woman rings her boyfriend and asks if it was a practical joke, sincerely the boyfriend replies that he hadn't and that it isn't really a funny joke.

Months pass and we see the woman retreat further and further into isolation, cutting off more ties as the disturbances grow more severe. The police have no leads. She begins to get breathing phone calls, romantic letters, and photographs of her doing daily tasks around the house or getting a coffee at a café. Even sending threatening letters whenever she would meet her boyfriend, detailing her betrayal and his disgust. These intrusions escalate to the point where she exits her shower to find a romantic message written in the steam on her mirror, before finally, resigning her only social outlet as online, taking a profile picture and then receiving negative replies such as ‘It’s not Halloween yet!’, checking she sees a face in the window behind her, staring.

Eventually, is left completely cut off from all her friends and family, too scared to leave her home, when a knock on the door provides the answers. It is the police and they have finally figured out who the stalker is and arrested him, despite his plea of innocence. They sit with her and she is shown photographs of a man, early fourties, pale and unhealthily skinny. He minds is overwhelms and she is consumed with flashbacks of coffee shops lines, dry cleaning and grocery stores, even a passing a stranger on a bench. It was him, hidden in plain sight. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Two years later, she has moved states, changed her job, and made new friends, even going by her middle name. It was a fresh start, and this time she could live her life the way she wanted, without fear. Grabbing her coat and bag, she crossed the kitchen and heads for the front door. She stops. There, beautifully hand-crafted, was a little blonde doll.