The Premise: Ever spent days, weeks, even MONTHS trying to come up with an original idea, only to come up against writer's block? That dreaded thing that stops you coming up with a story or concept that you so desperately need?
Arséne Langlinais knows what it's like. He's known it for years now. A former best-selling horror writer, Arséne hit his block after announcing he would write the quintessential horror story of the 21st century. Since then he's fallen apart, unable to even move his pen or type a word whenever he as much as thinks about writing. He's tried everything he can think of, from therapy to a relaxing holiday, but nothing's coming out. His career is on the verge on being in tatters and he only has one course of action left to take: going home to Thibodaux, Louisiana.
See, Arséne hates his roots but at the same time, in his desperation, he thinks connecting with them again, in an area with plenty of supernatural sightings under its belt will help him overcome his writer's block.
As we join the story in progress Arséne has settled into his new living space and is finally trying to write again.
Time has passed. It is a week later and Arséne has cleaned himself up some. Where there was once an unkempt beard and shaggy shoulder-length hair is now a clean-cut face with a neatly cropped haircut. He is sat at a typewriter in his Motel room, cigarette in mouth and fingers hovering at the keys.
Caption: A week passes...
Arséne(caption): I'm sat at old faithful again, ready to see what's changed.
Close-up on Arséne's fingers shaking above the typewriter keys.
Extreme close-up around Arséne's eyes, small beads of sweat forming.
Close-up on Arséne's mouth as he grits his teeth, biting through the cigarette.
Arséne roaring with anger as he throws his typewriter down onto the floor.
Arséne(caption): Nothing changes.
Arséne kicks his chair, breaking it in two. In the corner of the room, shadows rise up.
Arséne: STUPID! *&%#ING! AAARGH!
Arséne(caption): Why would anything change in this place?
The shadows form into a demonic shape, reaching towards Arséne as he crumples onto the floor, tears in his eyes.
Arséne(caption): In this godforsaken town.
[for those interested the next page has him catch a glimpse of the demonic shape out the corner of his eye, as the first encounter he has with the horrors lurking in the city. As he more clearly encounters these phenomena he becomes a man obsessed, driven to madness by this one dark possibility for inspiration. But that's a tale for another time. Hope you enjoyed this and HERE'S TO OUR FIRST DAMN YEAR!