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Mrs. Fowell's School of Witchcraft and mayhem S1, Ep 1

by foxmaster


E1,

Blackmail

OPEN SHOT.

Open shot with a normal looking street with two houses. One house is a  great blue color with white shutters and a carefully manicured garden. The other house is black, almost melting into the shadows of the street, dark and foreboding. With an overgrown garden and and the occasional crow cawing, it's like a scene from a horror movie, right when the girl walks in and the door shuts behind her with a creak.

Now the camera zooms into the perfect-looking house and enters the attic room. Its colorful, with LED lights lighting up the room and a colorful bedspread. Posters with pictures of boy bands and cute baby animals line the walls. Show a 15-year old girl with short blond hair and dressed in a rainbow of colors. She's sitting on the bed, practically covered in various stuffed animals, staring at her phone.

text messages rush across bottom of screen.

MESSAGES: heyyyyyyy girl how are youuuuuu? ūü§Į

Girl typing back, text messages continuing rapidly. MESSAGE: I'm fine thx for asking BFF how are YOU? 

MESSAGE REPLY: wanna go chill at my crib? We can play Dance Dance Revoloutin (rated "F"... for funky!) ūü•≥

Girl [reply]: Suuuuuuuure let me ask mum first!!!!!! [show picture of a dancing gif of a panda bear saying, "Sup"

door opens 

A mother walks in and stares at the girl, before walking up and leaning at the phone curiously.

Mother: Sylverianne, what are you doing? 

Sylverianne: well, I am texting with Kay-kay, duh! 

Sylverianne has a high and perky voice. Just to be clear. Anyway, the mother sighs and puts her hands on her hips. Sylverianne looks up from her phone finally, and asks,

Sylverianne: What are you still doing?

Mother: remember? It's...

cue heavenly choir

Mother continuing: friday fun family reunion dinner tiiiiiiiiiime!

Sylverianne (We'll just call her Sylvie for short right now to save time and stuff) gasps and drops her phone on the bedspread, staring at her evil, evil mother. So evil. 

Sylvie: WHAT?! [Sylvie drops to her knees] no please, PLEASE! I really say, my cousin Beatrice is a total psycho! You know how awkward these are! Pleaaaaaaaaaase, please, please, I beg you!

Mother: Really, darling? That's what you think about your cousin? That is just CRUEL, really, dear.

Sylvie, hyperventilating, imagines a picture of her creepy cousin: dark sunken eyes, a pale face, dressed in all black and purple, holding a dark purple umbrella in the rain with a black cat with dark green eyes, glaring at the camera creepily. 

Sylvie: really, mum? really? It's not cruel, you should have heard her last week!

show flashback, inside the creepy house at the dinner table, the house somewhat represents the haunted mansion on Toca World. Sylvie, trying to start small talk, asks a simple question.

Sylvie: Hey, uhhh, Beatrice, am I right?

Beatrice: I suppose. Do continue.

Sylvie: [visibly shaking]: so, uh, what's your favorite color?

Beatrice lets her black cat she was petting fall to the ground, which it stalks away with an unsavory glance, now hold onto her open purple umbrella, even though it is not raining. 

Sylvie: (continuing): 'cause mine is pink, and, uh, yellow! Like unicorns and ducklings! What about you?

Beatrice (coldly, but that is how she always talks, really.): I like the colors black, purple, and red. Dark red, like blood.

Sylvie lets out a small yelp of horror.

Back to the present.

Mother: okay, that was somewhat.... creepy, but it will be different now! I'd come if I were you, darling. Not unless you want that phone in the desk drawer for a couple of weeks.

Sylvie groans, gets off the bed, and stalks to the door.

Sylvie: muttering: Jerk.

LATER SHOT,

Both of the families are sitting across each other at a large circular table, an awkward silence filling the room. Nobody is speaking, just the occasional phone tapping from one of Sylvie's older sisters. One side of the family is happy, and covered in eyeball-scorching bright colors. The other side is pale, with dark hair, and dressed in depressingly dark colors. The other side of the family isn't goth or anything. They aren't trying to look and act all emo-like, you see. They just like creepy things.

Finally, someone starts speaking.

Mother #2: This casserole is divine. You made it, Susan?

Susan (Sylvie's mother) nods enthusiastically.

Susan: Yes, actually. Tell me, if we make the food and such, why do we all eat at this house instead of ours?

Mother #2: (Charlene, in case you were curious): because, well, your house is so... colorful.

The whole family on the other side of the table make collective retching noises.

Charlene: [continuing] whereas our home is so dull and boring, not doing any damage whatsoever. Hmm?

Charlene and Beatrice's family all make collective sounds of agreement.

Sylvie: really? 'cause all this emo-ness is really getting contagious.

More retching noises from the other side of the table.

Beatrice: [glaring even more]: We. Are. Not. Emo. Don't say it again. Or else. 

Sylvie gulps. 

Charlene: Now, dear, let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? 

Beatrice spears a couple of unfortunate peas onto her fork menacingly, continuing to glare ominously, and silently.

Susan: It has really been a wonderful time here, hasn't it? But let's eat at our house next time?

Harry: (Beatrice's nerdy older brother): I found so many grammatical errors in that sentence.

Beatrice: Shut up.

Sylvie and Susan's part of the family slowly stands up from the table cautiously, before making their way to the door. They slowly walk across the street, and open the door.

Sylvie: Color! Finally! We're out of that creepy house! I have never missed you more, house!

Sylvie runs up the stairs and flings the door open to her bedroom, before skidding to a stop right by her bed, a note lying on it. The note says:

Sylverianne Yarrow,

We know your secret. At exactly 1:15 in the morning tomorrow night, you are to go to the Salworth Cemetery and leave exactly fifteen jack-o-lanterns on the steps of the biggest grave. exactly ten of the jack-o-lanterns are to have screaming faces, and the other five to be inscribed, over and over again, "Don't come back." If you do not, we will contact the Salworth City police force to issue a Dark Witch hunt. You have been warned.

                                                                           From, You'll never know

-To be continued


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Fri May 05, 2023 2:23 pm
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Hey there!

With a drink and a bowl of scary popcorn, I read this scary, incredible story. Back here with a review.

I'm glad you decided to make a real show out of this story, because it totally deserves one. The suspense builds and the mystery at the end is quite a cliffhanger.

I feel I can read and understand the story better when you describe a movement or describe something in brackets, not to mention it definitely adds another layer of humor to your story. The dialog also makes it seem more alive and I love reading that. I see you've decided to bring back my favorite 'Wednesday' character, Beatrice, with the black cat and the unnecessary umbrella. That's more like it!


Open shot with a normal looking street with two houses. One house is a great blue color with white shutters and a carefully manicured garden. The other house is black, almost melting into the shadows of the street, dark and foreboding. With an overgrown garden and and the occasional crow cawing, it's like a scene from a horror movie, right when the girl walks in and the door shuts behind her with a creak.

I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I'll do it again. Your writing is very unique. How do you manage to pay attention to small details and still keep the creepy feeling? With the attention to detail, you really keep your readers engaged in the story.

The text messages from Sylvie and her BBF are probably relatable to everyone. She sounds like a typical teenager who is bored with her life. Great job!


Sylverianne has a high and perky voice. Just to be clear. Anyway, the mother sighs and puts her hands on her hips. Sylverianne looks up from her phone finally, and asks,

Sylverianne: What are you still doing?

Mother: remember? It's...

cue heavenly choir

Mother continuing: friday fun family reunion dinner tiiiiiiiiiime!

Okayy... Definitely didn't see that coming, but it's funny. I love the extra 'i', it's like you can almost hear someone saying it.


show flashback, inside the creepy house at the dinner table, the house somewhat represents the haunted mansion on Toca World. Sylvie, trying to start small talk, asks a simple question.

Sylvie: Hey, uhhh, Beatrice, am I right?

Beatrice: I suppose. Do continue.

Sylvie: [visibly shaking]: so, uh, what's your favorite color?

Beatrice lets her black cat she was petting fall to the ground, which it stalks away with an unsavory glance, now hold onto her open purple umbrella, even though it is not raining.

Sylvie: (continuing): 'cause mine is pink, and, uh, yellow! Like unicorns and ducklings! What about you?

Beatrice (coldly, but that is how she always talks, really.): I like the colors black, purple, and red. Dark red, like blood.

Sylvie lets out a small yelp of horror.

Yup, that was creepy.


The scene of the dinner was just as suspenseful as a silent room with both a killer and you hiding in it and broken glass is scattered on the floor. I didn't dare to blink.
The contrast between the colorful clothes with a happy feeling and the dark clothes with a dull feeling is amazing, it's almost as if could hear Wednesday say: "Looks like a rainbow vomited on your side." Good one.

And then comes the strange note on Sylvie's bed. And it's totally not odd why the blackmailer want jack-o-lanterns.

exactly ten of the jack-o-lanterns are to have screaming faces, and the other five to be inscribed, over and over again, "Don't come back."

This was a nice touch.


From, You'll never know

Uhmm.... (looking around for any sign of suspicious things) I'm kind of scared now.


(And by the way, if you're looking for a creepy horror story to read, check out my story "The Dark Truth" on YWS)


Creepy goodbyes,

Rose




foxmaster says...


Thank you!! I'm glad there's another fellow Wednesday fan here!



Rose says...


Yes! (internal celebration)
I watched the whole series, (basically binge-watched it :D)



foxmaster says...


saaaaaaame I watched it at my friends house (we don't have netflix) and we watched it until 3 in the morning before finally going to bed!



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Hi, quick review for this episode!
This was a very funny episode! (I don't know if this was supposed to be funny, but I found it funny.) It was kind of stereotypical, which is what makes it funny, starting from the beginning:

One house is a great blue color with white shutters and a carefully manicured garden. The other house is black, almost melting into the shadows of the street, dark and foreboding. With an overgrown garden and the occasional crow cawing, it's like a scene from a horror movie, right when the girl walks in and the door shuts behind her with a creak.

Right away, we get a picture in our head about two extremely different houses, both right next to each other, one with a very colorful and happy family, another with a very dark and creepy family.
Mother: remember? It's...

cue heavenly choir

Mother continuing: friday fun family reunion dinner tiiiiiiiiiime!

This part was hilarious for me, because of the heavenly choir noise, and the fact that Sylvie's mom loves family reunions, but Sylvie hates it, and it's supposedly very overrated.
The paragraph after is also very funny, where Sylvie is down on her knees and begging her mother not to have a reunion because she hates it so much.
Beatrice lets her black cat she was petting fall to the ground, which it stalks away with an unsavory glance, now hold onto her open purple umbrella, even though it is not raining.

Sylvie: (continuing): 'cause mine is pink, and, uh, yellow! Like unicorns and ducklings! What about you?

Beatrice (coldly, but that is how she always talks, really.): I like the colors black, purple, and red. Dark red, like blood.

Sylvie lets out a small yelp of horror.

Another really funny part of the episode that I thought was funny, because Beatrice is your stereotypical goth/emo kid, who likes dark colors and the color of blood, and of course has a black cat, and an umbrella.
If there was anything you should change I would say that maybe you should add more detail to the family dinner scene, and describe what the dining room looks like, because I wasn't sure at first who's house they were at.
And lastly, for the letter that Sylvie received, it made me curious as to who sent her the letter, and why would she have to do such a tedious task, because how is she going to find FIFTEEN pumpkins, let alone carve them all with the specific instructions, and then carry all of them to a graveyard, without her mother being concerned.
Ultimately, I really liked this episode, (It kinda reminded me of the TV show Wednesday, but I don't know if you've seen that) you should definitely continue, I look forward to the next episode!




foxmaster says...


Yesssss thank you, and I was going for the theme Wednesday, thanks for noticing that!!!!!! :)




A man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.
— Paul Simon