I am an author and filmmaker and have written a thriller novel called, Death Comes At Night, published by BlackRose Writing. I am putting together a book trailer for the book. The book trailer script is: dcan-trailer_v-2 The storyboard for the trailer is: dcan-storyboard For more information about the book or the author, contact: DeathComesAtNightNovel@gmail.com. […]
She didn’t answer. She turned back to stare inside.
Now I must be crazy.
Daniel Monson had never really done anything crazy in his life. He lived a normal life, a perfect life, sort of.
Good things don’t last.
What are you doing here?
Against his better judgment, Daniel stepped around the woman, into the barn.
The light was blinding. He had stepped out of the blackness into a light much darker.
There she was.
The black cocktail dress was torn from her shoulder revealing pearl white skin. A trickle of blood dripped from the corner or her ruby lips. Her arms were above her head as if she were lounging. Her legs were skewed and her black dress was pushed too far up her hips. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. She was staring up at him, pleading. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t see this. Who did this?
He couldn’t run. His arms and legs felt very heavy. He hadn’t realized it, but his teeth were chattering.
So cold. So very cold.
He heard footsteps.
He turned to look at the woman in the doorframe. She was bleeding on the floor of the barn.