Trailer for A House Near You

It was the best of times. It was the worst of times

In a world where silence speaks louder than words, a peaceful afternoon descends into an eerie calm. Across the nation, in unsuspecting households, an invisible line is unintentionally breached. Unagreed upon boundaries are shattered and from the depths of familiarity, contempt emerges as an irresistible force that cannot be contained.

[Scene: Suburban neighborhood, peaceful streets]

Families go about their daily lives, unaware of the impending doom lurking just beyond the facade of normalcy. They have lunch. They text. They visit friends. They try to do the next right thing. People are embracing. A man is telling a joke. The weather is beautiful. Music is playing on Sonos.

[Scene: Living rooms, kitchens, bedrooms]

As the sun dips below the horizon, shadows take on a life of their own. Dismissive whispers slither through the approaching darkness, venting a sinister replay of discontent. The harbinger of malevolence, spawned by the familiarity that breeds contempt, disillusion, and the relentless march of inevitability, stretches its undead and deadly tendrils across the unsuspecting homes.

Ovid calls Julia on her cell phone. She was supposed to be back in an hour. That was two hours ago. She answers the call. She'll be home in five minutes. This is happening all over the world.

[Scene: A family dinner, tension building]

"where the hell have you been?'

"How many beers have you had?"

"How much did you spend on thise shoes?"

"What are we having for dinner?

The dinner table, once a place of warmth and connection, transforms into a battleground. Resentments, long-buried but never forgotten, rise from the depths like the undead hungry for the living. Words form like specters, tangible and cutting through the air. Each syllable an invitation to the macabre dance of discord, akin to the groans of the undead rising.

[Scene: Hallways, doors creaking open]

Doors, once closed to the world, swing open with an otherworldly force. The resentments, now tangible entities, move like a horde, infecting every sentence leaving a trail of discord and disillusion in their wake. Invisible audiences cheer and boo. Another dinner, another evening, another weekend torn apart by the weight of oftspoken, unresolved grievances.

 [Scene: A chilling voiceover]

"Every family has secrets, but some resentments refuse to stay buried. In this house, in every house at  different times, the familiar turns frightening and the bonds that once held the brothers ansisters and parents and children and husbands and wives together become loops of despair. Can they escape the clutches of their own animosity, or will the recurring resentments, fueled by familiarity, disillusion, and the unstoppable force of inevitability, consume them like a relentless horde of the undead?"

[Scene: Intense music, escalating tension]

Prepare for a tale of familial horror, where the true monsters are not from the shadows but within. This fall, brace yourself for a descent into the depths of familial darkness. The recurring resentments, born from familiarity, disillusion, and the unstoppable march of inevitability, are back, and this time, they're hungry for more than just words. They demand action.

[Scene: Possible outcomes]

Will they confront their undead demons and emerge stronger, or will they succumb to the darkness within, becoming mere echoes of their former selves? Can the family find a way to break the cycle of resentment, or are they doomed to be forever haunted by their own zombie-like shadows? As the night unfolds, the choices made will determine their fate in this test of resilience and ultimately love

[Scene: A door slams shut, the screen fades to black]

Coming soon to a home near you. Will you last  the night? The outcome awaits, lurking in the shadows of your own reflections, like a survivor navigating the green eyed, mocking, devouring night.