RETURN TO ASHBROOK - A story in 10 parts coming soon

(Darkness. A low hum fades in — like static from an old radio. A man’s voice crackles through the distortion.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)

They said Ashbrook was just another small town… the kind you forget exists.

But some places… never forget you.

(Quick cuts: a fog-covered main street, a flickering streetlight, the shape of a figure standing in the mist. The faint sound of children whispering.)

TITLE CARD: From the story that haunted a generation...

(A grown-up version of the original protagonist, THOMAS, drives down an empty road. His headlights catch a faded sign: “Welcome to Ashbrook — Population: ???” The number is scratched out.)

THOMAS (V.O.)

I swore I’d never come back here…

Not after what happened that night.

(A radio on his dashboard crackles to life — a familiar old tune plays backward. His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.)

OLD WOMAN (whispering)

You can’t leave Ashbrook, dear.

Ashbrook leaves you.

(Flash cuts: a hand reaching from the dark, an abandoned schoolhouse door creaking open, a glimpse of the mirror from the first story — cracked and smeared with words written backward: “WE REMEMBER.”)

NARRATOR (V.O.)

Twenty years later… the town’s secrets are waking up.

(The screen shudders — images of flickering lights, empty swings swaying, and faces in mirrors morphing into monstrous reflections.)

THOMAS (shouting)

What do you want from me?!

(A child’s laughter echoes, distorted and wrong. Then — silence.)

MYSTERIOUS VOICE (V.O.)

We just want you… to remember.

(The music swells — eerie, orchestral, with a pounding heartbeat rhythm. Rapid-fire shots: a journal burning, a figure crawling from a pond, and the town sign bursting into flames.)

NARRATOR (V.O.)

When the past calls…

Don’t answer.

(Final shot: Thomas stands before the mirror, his reflection smiles — but he doesn’t.)

REFLECTION (whispering)

Welcome home, Thomas.

(The lights cut out. The radio clicks one last time. Static.)

TITLE CARD:

RETURN TO ASHBROOK

Coming soon, memory is a curse.

(End with the faint sound of whispering voices overlapping — “Ashbrook… Ashbrook… Ashbrook…”)

Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model