THE GLASS DEMON

Jerry J.C. Veit

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ISBN-10: 1514267217

ISBN-13: 978-1514267219

THE GLASS DEMON

Written by:

Jerry J.C. Veit

Genre:

Supernatural Horror

Logline:

William Corgel can commune with departed spirits, but when his next case involves a demonic presence and possession he begins to doubt his expertise.

Synopsis:

William Corgel is a clairvoyant medium who is hubris,

doubts his faith and a heavy drinker who finds comfort in

pills. Believing there is nothing he can’t handle he soon

finds himself in a home with a demonic presence and the

possession of a teenage girl.

The demon continually taunts and attacks him while

claiming to know William’s suppressed childhood

memory centered on his mother.

Main Cast of Characters:

William Corgel - A clairvoyant medium who can

communicate with spirits.

Elizabeth Glass – Nineteen; daughter of Timothy and

Emily.

Timothy Glass – Husband of Emily; father to Elizabeth.

Emily Glass – Wife of Timothy; mother to Elizabeth.

Supporting Cast:

Mr. and Mrs. Peters – First family William helps.

Sarah – First spirit William helps move on.

Angie – A benevolent spirit that is trapped in the Glass’

home.

Victor Brahmer – A stocky priest who’s aiding the Glass

family and William.

Mikael – Professor of demonology at the university.

ACT I

The House with Green Shutters

-YOUNG WILLIAM’S HOME-

William Corgel is a typical eight year old boy who loves

hearing his mother read to him, from a collection of

Grimm’s Fairy Tales, before going to bed. He doesn’t

know it yet, but he was born with the ability to commune

with spirits.

His mother is sitting at his bedside as he lies snuggled

under the covers.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: …And they lived happily ever after.

She closes the book and sets it down on William’s

nightstand. She glances at the digital clock, 7:55pm. She

sighs and seems upset, but tries her best not to show it.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Can you read another one please,

mommy?

His mother smiles and turns her focus back to him.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Not tonight, dear; it’s your bedtime.

She stands up and kisses his forehead.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Goodnight, sweetie.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Night, mommy.

She dims the light and walks out of the room.

The clock reads 3:19am when distant arguing awakes

William from his sleep. He slides out of bed and sluggishly

makes his way out of his room and toward the shouting.

He takes a few steps down the staircase and peeks

through the banister where his mother and father are

pacing back and forth while yelling at each other in the

living room.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: You were supposed to be home

eight hours ago.

WILLIAM’S FATHER: I told you I had to work late.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Oh, that is bullshit. I called your

phone and no one answered.

WILLIAM’S FATHER: You know I'm not always in my

office.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Yeah, I know you weren’t in your

office because I read this.

She tosses a piece of balled up paper at him. He picks it up

and begins unfolding it.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Who’s Vicky?

WILLIAM’S FATHER: What gives you the right to open my

e-mails?!

She begins crying while shouting.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: The fact that I'm your wife and I

have the right to know where my husband is… or who he

is with. How many times have you lied to me to be with

her?!

WILLIAM’S FATHER: Don't talk to me like you're a

fucking saint. Every time I come home you are reading or

watching TV or too fucking tired to even look at me!

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: You son-of-a-bitch, your

responsibility is here with me and Will.

WILLIAM’S FATHER: Hey, you're the one who got

pregnant. I said I didn't want a kid, I wasn't ready for one.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: You cheating, arrogant bastard. I

hope you burn in hell for this. Get out of this house; I can’t

stand the slut smell that your clothes are drenched in!

William’s father stomps toward the door and slams it

shut. William is sitting at the top of the stairs with tears

rolling down his cheeks.

The next morning, William awakes and looks around his

room.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom?

William makes his way down the hallway.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom? Where are you?

He passes a closed door, which is his father’s study,

before entering into his parents’ bedroom.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom? Mommy?

The bed sheets are neatly folded down and look as if no

one had slept in it. William turns back into the hallway

and stops at the closed study. He slowly lifts his hand to

the door knob, but someone quickly grabs his wrist. He

looks up startled to see his mother.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: You know you aren't allowed in

your father's study.

William lowers his eyes before glancing back up at his

mother.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Is he coming back?

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: No.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Why not?

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Because you don’t need him. Now

go downstairs and get your cereal.

That evening, William is again lying in bed while his

mother reads another fairy tale to him.

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: Turn back, turn back, thou pretty

bride. Within this house thou must not bide. For here do

evil things betide.

After she finishes the story she sets the book down and

gazes at William who had fallen asleep. She runs her

fingers through his hair and then leaves the room.

While William is sleeping a shadow passes in front of his

open door. The floorboards creak and a thumping comes

from the walls. He opens his eyes just before a door, in

the hallway, slams shut. He gasps and glances at the clock

beside him, 3:33am.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom?!

A loud thump explodes from the wall followed by a

continuous squeaking. William gets out of bed and

hurries into the hallway. His mother is leaning against the

door to the study with her back towards him and her

head down.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom, I’m hearing strange sounds.

His mother remains silent and motionless. William takes

a few small steps toward her.

YOUNG WILLIAM: Mom?

WILLIAM’S MOTHER: I’m sorry, William. I'm so sorry, I

wasn't thinking.

His mother turns around. Blood is gushing out from

underneath her eyelids, nose and ears and her eyeballs

are bulging out.

-WILLIAM’S HOUSE-

William awakes suddenly, in his bed, and sits up while

breathing heavily. He is now thirty-six and living in a

different residence. Every furniture surface is littered

with empty or half empty liquor bottles and pill

containers. He has adopted a dependency on alcohol and

pain killers while being addicted to sleeping pills at night.

His cellphone begins to ring. William sighs and gets out of

bed, but approaches a table to open a container of pills.

He tips the container up and allows several tablets to fall

into his mouth. He then picks up a bottle of whiskey and

chugs it to swallow the pills.

The phone is still ringing, but he appears to be in no hurry

to answer it. He sets the bottle down and stares at it for a

moment before picking up the phone sitting nearby.

WILLIAM: William Corgel, paranormal medium and

investigator.

William listens to the person on the other end as he jots

down some notes in a notebook.

WILLIAM: Alright, I have an opening later this morning.

What’s your address?

-THE PETERS’ HOME-

William parks his car in front of the house and gets out.

Mr. and Mrs. Peters are waiting outside as he walks

toward them and then shakes their hands.

WILLIAM: Good morning Mr. Peters. Mrs. Peters.

MR. PETERS: Thank you Mr. Corgel for coming so soon.

MRS. PETERS: Yes, we are at our wits end. We don’t know

what to do.

WILLIAM: Can you describe to me again what you’ve been

experiencing?

MRS. PETERS: We hear a little girl laughing as if she’s

right beside us, but no one is there.

MR. PETERS: We’ll also hear the patter of little feet

running upstairs and after searching the entire house we

find no explanation.

William nods.

WILLIAM: And you don’t have any children, is that

correct?

MRS. PETERS: No, we don’t. Things will also move on

their own; right in front of our eyes.

WILLIAM: Okay, let me walk around the house for a bit

and I’ll see if I can pick anything up.

William slowly makes his way through the house while

looking around. He nears the staircase that leads to the

second floor and places his hand on the banister.

He looks at the banister as if he’s lost in a distant

memory. The image of a seven year old girl appears at the

top of the steps, but disappears before William redirects

his gaze upwards.

He climbs the stairs to reach the empty hallway

connecting the bedrooms. A doll, a teddy bear and a

beach ball appear before the hallway returns to how it

looked a moment ago. He turns his attention to the guest

room. It transforms into a little girl’s room in an instant.

Pink bedding and drapes take the place of the plain white

ones and a rocking chair is replaced with a small table

with a tea party set on top.

He walks in and looks at the tea party table and chairs.

The little girl is peeking out from behind the bedroom

door. William notices her and smiles before kneeling

down.

WILLIAM: Don’t be afraid. What’s your name?

She slowly steps out from behind the door.

SARAH: Sarah.

WILLIAM: Sarah, that’s a beautiful name. How old are

you?

SARAH: Seven.

WILLIAM: Do you like the people who live here?

Sarah nods.

WILLIAM: Yeah, they seem nice. My name is William. Do

you know why you are here? What happened to you?

Sarah ignores the question and sits down at her table.

SARAH: Would you like to have some tea with me?

WILLIAM: Sure.

William sits down and picks up the tiny cup after Sarah

hands it to him. He pretends to take a drink while Sarah

giggles. She then looks up and notices Mr. and Mrs. Peters

standing in the doorway.

The Peters see William sitting on the ottoman, in front of

the rocking chair, with his hand clasped, but nothing

inside it.

WILLIAM: What’s the last thing you remember?

To the couple William is talking to himself.

SARAH: They never play with me.

William looks at the couple and motions them to come in.

WILLIAM: It’s alright.

MR. PETERS: Is someone here?

WILLIAM: Yes, her name is Sarah; she’s seven.

The couple holds onto each other as they walk into the

room before sitting at the foot of the bed.

SARAH: You should stay with us, William.

WILLIAM: You don’t have to be lonely anymore. Tell me

what you remember.

Sarah looks down and remains silent for a moment before

looking back at William.

SARAH: I was playing in the yard with a beach ball. I

kicked it and the wind took it away. I chased it into the

street. I heard screeching tires. And then I was back here.

William stands up and takes a deep breath.

MRS. PETERS: What is it? Are you okay?

A little body under a white sheet appears on the floor

with Sarah’s mother grieving over it. William cries out

and clutches his hand over his heart before collapsing to

the floor in tears. The Peters stand up concerned.

MR. PETERS: Mr. Corgel?

William breathes for a moment and then kneels up.

WILLIAM: I’m fine. Her mother’s emotions just surged

through me… This was Sarah’s room. She was hit by a car

in front of the house.

MRS. PETERS: Oh my God.

William takes Sarah’s hand in his.

WILLIAM: Sarah, you don’t have to be here anymore.

SARAH: I like my room.

WILLIAM: I know, but there is a new home waiting for

you. One that has many toys and friends you can play

with every day.

SARAH: I’m afraid.

WILLIAM: I know, but you will never be sad or scared

ever again. All you have to do is close your eyes and wish

it.

Sarah smiles and closes her eyes before she begins to

fade. In a moment she’s completely gone. Sarah’s room

returns to the guest room right before William’s eyes and

he bows his head.

MR. PETERS: Did she move on?

WILLIAM: Yes.

-WILLIAM’S HOUSE-

William is standing in front of his dresser. He uncaps a

bottle of sleeping pills and then dumps several in his hand

before shoving them in his mouth. He swigs a good

amount of whiskey to wash them down and then

stumbles toward his bed. He collapses on the sheets and

passes out.

William will be the first to say nothing bothers him, but

his intense sensitivity to emotion brings him too much

pain for him to work through. He would rather be asleep.

END OF EXCERPT