Further Development of My Narrative For Film

-Further development of my narrative- -

 

The Problem-Patrick’s face keeps popping up everywhere, in crowded corridors, in parks, at school and whilst driving, this is leading Ryan to start being more paranoid by the minute. There is an incident that happens that makes his girlfriend Lydia say she’s had enough. The incident happens when they are driving, they are arguing in the car about Ryan constantly going on about someone following him and how he’s not making it up or exaggerating. Lydia screams at Ryan to stop as someone is standing in the road. Ryan’s swerves the car of the road and swears blind that it was the same face he keeps seeing everywhere. Lydia having enough moves her stuff into the spare room needing space from Ryan.-The discovery-Whilst Lydia is sorting out boxes in the spare room she comes across a locked case, guessing the password she gains entry into the box. She discovers old medical records and photos of another baby. She looks at the photo to discover it looks like the face Ryan described. After reading the report she hears footsteps behind her, thinking its Ryan she stays on the floor and looks up. To her surprise it’s the man from the photos ‘Patrick’. There is a struggle and Lydia’s bracelet’s falls of her hand, Patrick overpowers her and strangles her.-The Climax-Ryan then comes home and looks for Lydia amongst the paperwork. As Ryan starts to read the paperwork, he reads the notes out loud and as the tension is building the phone rings breaking the silence. Its Ryan’s dad, just as Ryan says everything is ok but he found something the phone goes dead.-The Final Scene-Patrick is standing behind Ryan as he has emerged from the closet that resides in the spare room, there is a struggle between them, and Ryan manages to break away. He runs down stairs and finds that every door has been locked, and the keys are missing. He then runs to the kitchen for a weapon to find that all the knives and sharp objects have been removed all but one thing, a spade by the back door...