Performed by Val Cole
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Producer/Director: Matthew Toffolo http://www.matthewtoffolo.com
Festival Moderators: Matthew Toffolo, Rachel Elder
Casting Director: Sean Ballantyne
Editors: Kimberly Villarruel, Ryan Haines, John Johnson
Festival Directors: Rachel Elder, Natasha Levy
Camera Operators: Ryan Haines, Temitope Akinterinwa, Efren Zapata, Zack Arch
On the remote island of Russian creeps
A cast away washed ashore wounded and weak
Upon awakening such place he has never seen
Not familiar to his eyes, or has he ever being
Struggle to stand, and from his feet he bled
With the buzzing sounds he constantly heard in his head
Stranded at the shore no one seem to be at bay
No ship approaching and no one coming his way
Unconsciously he fainted, fell to the ground,
And woke only to find himself chained and tied down
To a basement in a mansion that’s where he was
With antique items and dirty old rugs
Swiftly and quietly appears a mysterious girl
With the appearance of what seems not from this world
In front of a huge mirror she stands combing her hair
While the lost victim sit quietly and trembled in fear
As she brushed her hair with a sweet humming from her voice
‘’What am I doing here? he yelled’’
You are here for a reason,
And You are here for a choice
With her hair reached to the ground,
By then the humming stops and not a sound
Struggling to free himself from those fetters and chains
The flashing of lightening along with the pouring rain
The child began to laugh and this is what she says
‘’On Russian creeps you stranded for days’’
‘’You are still asleep bound in this maize’’
Here is the mirror where you will find your way’’
As these words spill from her velvet lips
He saw an imprint sign carved on her wrist
Angrily he shouted ‘’let me go, let me go’
She replied ‘I scream those exact words before I die seven years ago’
Her tears became dark, And black as charcoal
With her hair falling out, and the face grew old
Her skin began to fade while he watched fearfully and lingers
And what remains of her was only a ring that fell from her dead fingers
A shattered mirror blast in pieces
While her scream echoes, and all that there is began to depleted
Struggling and shouting but no one could hear
Down from the basement is all a soundless fear
Awaken from a dream, a dream that’s what it seems
Terrified in himself he wonders what all these means
But the occurrence endless and seems to follow
Through the dreadful catastrophe and sleepy hollow
There were noises in the walls
Of little children running through the halls
From his bed he ran to look
Taken with him a cross hidden inside of a book
Looking around in expectation, but all was only a strange phenomenon.
The cloud overcast, and with rain droplets
On the street of gallium valley
Silence in the atmosphere
Except the sound of a noisy boot worn by a priest
Walking swiftly down the wet lonely street
A little book in his hand
Wrapped around it
Is the hanging rosary
Swinging above the ground
With the expectation of something sinister have him surround
Looking behind all is clear
But a priest on a mission seem to fear
Reaching the end of a frightened journey
Begins a chapter of another story
Scream piercing through the walls of the antique building
Looking up to the broken window is the appearance of a child
Dressed in white looking down at the priest
Entering through the wooden gate, then like magic she is no more.
A rushing wind approaches
As the priest force himself through the door
Entering the house of wooden floor
Where the door slams behind, and a horse shoe fell to the ground.
An heart beat echoes through his ears
But courage for a priest without fear
The scream continued up the stairs
Coming from a little girl
With the changing tone of an old hog
Swiftly up the dusty steps the he ran
Bursting through a door of expected event
There’s a child with a raging force, surrounded with elders of seven
Incantation within the forceful creeps
Windows smashed to pieces a voice telling the child go to sleep
In Christ name leave this place
The priest command with a sinister force in a tangled state
Seven elders went up in smoke
A large mirror fell to the ground and broke
With Bloody red eyes the child spoke
A rushing wind surrounds their presence
Trembling forces and the house was shaken
How powerless thy faith, the child utters “you priest must be burn”
Take me not from this body, now is not your turn.
Objects fell and turn up sided down
Even crosses on the wall
Everywhere through the hall
Up to her face he held a cross
Leave this child at all cost
Lips frosted with spit dripping down to her cheek
Multiple voices with sparks of lightening illuminates all around
A rosary in the hand of the fainted priest all scattered to the ground
The priest have failed, but the child remains
Written By Fadrian .A. Bartley
Object succumb to silence from an alley of dark void
Fouls air flowing through the old wooden window
The expression of fear on the face of an old woman in a rocking chair
One finger prick by a cushion needle, when utters a verse of old riddle
Reflection from the moon through a dusty curtain
With the sound of a rushing wind swiftly disturb
Something flowing in the misty air looking to be settled
Trapped to an object of affection, a gift the child find infatuated
Doesn’t breath, no eyes to see
No trace of heartbeat pattering
Hollowed look and strange eyes, rest in the hand of a little girl
Standing at the doorway with a length of hair blowing in the misty wind
A metamorphic grandma have seen
The child utters ‘’you are in a dream’’
The slamming window and banging doors, the frighten child scream
And dropped a strange looking doll on the floor
A prayer whisper from the old widows lips
While a thick dark cloud causes the sun to eclipse
Only to lid a candle stick, she spoke ‘’pick up the doll my child’’
Foot steps ascending from the wooden floor beneath, And the child was nowhere to be found
The silence patter with an heartbeat
A leaking pipe dripping softly from the other side of the silence
Up the stairs on wooden floor
Are heavy steps from tiny feet’s
The turning sounds of an open door, there stand a doll with hollowed creeps
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