THE MOVIE NIGHT
Movie night at the school. Everyone’s just arriving as the first movie begins. The school used three polls to try to get a film, but three films ended up winning. The first two movies were classics, Home Alone and The Graduate. But, the third movie was different. It was filmed on a camcorder and looked cheaply made.
The people in the film were students, and one of those students was me. We had found the filming location after taking a walk around Glenwood Landing, when we found the Life Center. It was perfect, so we decided to think about using the Life Center as a set. But what really set the deal was the second floor. They used it for random things, like yoga, arts and crafts, or as a storage room. We talked to the owners who allowed us to use it, and we got started. We decided to make it a found footage film, so we bought an old camcorder from the 2000s, and started filming.
The main guy, played by me, decides to go to an old, abandoned church to see what’s inside. Everything goes well until I go up to the second floor and open the exit door, only to see a thing (played by my friend HG) in a black full bodysuit and wearing a weird mask. I flee, but not before grabbing two tapes I found in a drawer, a VHS tape and a cassette tape. The film cuts to the next week, when I go over the content of both tapes. The VHS tape had a man (played by my other friend, Benji) talking into it, saying weird things, including the phrase “Orange Banana Man” (which was the name of the film.) The cassette tape was an audio of an old kids tv show, which was called “Orange Banana Man” (again that name). The film cuts to another week later, when I go back to the church, I explore for some time before coming to the second floor exit.
I slowly, but surely, opened…
the door and… the thing wasn’t there anymore. I continued through the hallway and opened the second exit door, the giant glowing exit sign glowed above the door as I opened it… and… the video glitches in and out as I fall down and the film ends. I sit, awkwardly, wondering what people would do. I start to feel crushed inside until… clap! clap! clap! clap! clap! clap! clap! Even standing ovations. As we leave the auditorium, everyone is shouting.
“Can I shake your hand!?!?!?”
“Can I get a signature!?!?!”
“Can we get a picture?!?!?!?”
I smiled, realizing that people finally respected us.
