The sound of wind moving through trees. A distant crackle of fire.
TEXT ON SCREEN: “Some legends are meant to stay buried.”
[LOW, PULSING MUSIC BEGINS]
NARRATOR (grave, measured):
Every town has a story…
a warning whispered around campfires…
a name you’re not supposed to say.
[FLASH CUTS]
— Dense forest at dusk
— A rusted camp sign swinging in the wind
— A group of teens laughing, unaware
TEENAGER (laughing):
“Relax. Cropsy isn’t real.”
[MUSIC STOPS DEAD]
A heavy footstep. Slow. Deliberate.
[QUICK SHOTS]
— A burned, misshapen silhouette between trees
— A gloved hand gripping garden shears
— Firelight reflecting off a ruined face
NARRATOR:
He was forgotten.
He was left to burn.
And now… he’s back.
[MUSIC SURGES — DEEP DRUMS, DISTORTED STRINGS]
[MONTAGE]
— Campers running through the woods at night
— A flashlight flickering, then dying
— A scream cut short
— Blood dripping onto dry leaves
SURVIVOR (whispering, panicked):
“He doesn’t chase you…
he waits.”
[BRIEF SILENCE]
A match strikes.
[WHOOSH — FIRE ERUPTS ON SCREEN]
NARRATOR:
Fear doesn’t scream.
Fear stalks.
[FINAL SHOTS]
— Cropsy stepping into firelight
— The sound of shears snapping shut
— A terrified face reflected in his mask
TEXT ON SCREEN: THIS SUMMER
CROPSY (rasping whisper):
“You left me…”
[TITLE SLAMS ON SCREEN — FLAMES LICK THE LETTERS]
CROPSY
TEXT: Based on the legend you were warned about.
[FINAL STINGER]
A sudden cut to black.
SNIP.
[SHEARS ECHO IN THE DARK]
Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model
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