A draft template of the script that will be used as the basis for my ghost story. Certain elements are different compared to the final draft.

1. The Cult of Stonehenge
by
David Lee
First Draft Written: 25/11/2019
NARRATOR
One hundred thousand years ago, long before the birth of
Christ, a religious cult was formed in the quiet county of
Wiltshire. Every 200 years, this cult would congregate at
Stonehenge with only one purpose: To practice rituals that
would allow the dead to walk the earth and bring about the
end of the world. At the height of their power during the 19th
century, they nearly succeeded in accomplishing their unholy
mission. However, an idealistic young woman who had
infiltrated their ranks managed to foil their plans, effectively
destroying the cult for good. Or so she thought…
200 years later, in the final months of the year 2019, a shy,
young novelist arrived in the county of Wiltshire. Her name
was Eithne Knight, and she had come to the quiet village as a
retreat from the loss she had very recently suffered – her
father had been diagnosed with an aggressive form of lung
cancer which he passed away from two months later. In
addition to that, she had also arrived in the town to find

2. inspiration for her next novel. One night, as she began to
draft the first chapter of her novel, she heard loud chanting,
chanting so guttural that it would be powerful enough to
summon the devil. Initially,she dismissed it as little more as a
figment of her imagination but on the second night, the
chanting returned even louder and clearer than before. It
was then that Eithne began to realise that something was
very wrong. (Highlighted words indicate where sound effect
is to be inserted)
“What on Earth is making that noise?”, asked Eithne, almost
stricken with panic. Gathering her courage, she went to
investigate the source of the disturbance and instantly
discovered that the noise was emanating from none other
than Stonehenge. She knew immediately that if her thoughts
were proven to be true, she could be the target of the
mysterious group’s plans. “If I don’t do something now, they
will surely come for me sooner or later,” she said, “so what
do I have to lose? I will go to the public archives in the
morning and, with luck, I shall uncover the identity of this
mysterious group.” And so, the next day she organised a trip
to the library to continue her work.
As Eithne rummaged through the archives, looking through
documents that would help her uncover the past history of
her mystery group, she began to discover a common thread
between her group and the other groups that gathered in
Wiltshire years ago: They were all one and the same. Unable

3. to comprehend what she was reading, she continued
searching through the documents at tremendous speed like
blood flowing from an open wound. She had to be sure.
Eventually, the documents began to paint a clear picture
before her very eyes: Whenever these religious sects
gathered at Stonehenge, they would target people grieving
the loss of a loved one, brainwash them and finally, once
their purpose had been served, kill them. The woman who
had infiltrated their ranks and seemingly destroyed them was
in fact her great-great grandmother, Sally Knight. But despite
her best efforts, they were merely disbanded, driven into
exile until such a time that they felt it right to re-emerge
from the shadows. Eithne was now in two minds over what
to do: To pack up and leave and in so doing give in to fear or
to muster her courage, stand her ground and face the Cult of
Stonehenge head-on
As the sun started to set, Eithne, tired from the investigative
work she had been doing, returned to her cottage and fell
asleep, intending to remain as such until nightfall. She had
ultimately decided to stay and do battle against the evil cult.
Once night fell, the chanting that had troubled her over the
past couple of nights started up again. But this time, she was
ready for it and, upon waking, grabbed her coat and gloves
and strode with purpose to the beleaguered monument.
(sound of feet moving across gravel)

4. NARRATOR
Eventually, Eithne reached the monument, determined to
finish what her great-great grandmother started and see the
cult destroyed for good. But an expression of trepidation also
ran across her face, uncertain that she would prevail. She
could see ghosts, reanimated skeletons and light moving
across the circular structure of the monument. The cult’s
plans to bring about the end of the world were already in full
swing. Thankfully, however, she would not face this threat
alone as her three closest friends, Maria, Ellie and Luke, had
arrived to help her. “So, what’s the plan?”, said Luke. “We
split up”, responded Eithne simply and quickly. “If we all head
straight towards the main circle, they will catch us easily. One
of us has to get into the middle of the circle and recite the
ritual that will send these evil beings back to their infernal
abodes. Does anyone have a spellbook?”
Ellie stepped forward and, in an instant, Eithne snatched the
book out of her hands, flicked through the pages and ripped
out the necessary passages required to send the dead back to
their graves. Then, like a captain commanding a battle
strategy, Eithne let out a silent gesture to each of her friends
as to which directions they should take. Eithne would run
straight for the circle, while Ellie, Luke and Maria would
create a diversion to draw the cult off and buy her some
time.

5. Eithne then darted straight into a run for the circles with the
torn-out pages, instantly attracting the attention of the cult,
as she had hoped. At this point, her friends spread out across
the monument, hoping that the cult would follow suit. This
indeed was what happened, leaving only one member
chasing after her: The leader himself. “Those pages are
mine!” he shouted at her. Quickly memorising the pages,
Eithne began chanting in the language of Latin, her tone
becoming more and more urgent as the cult leader continued
his approach. After a brief pause, the dead began to vanish
and the cult was sent into disarray as all began to flee, their
scheme, which they had planned for so long, having been
thwarted by a young woman as it was so very long ago.
Exhausted and broken by the ordeal, Eithne thanked her
friends for helping her defeat this impossible threat as she
said goodbye to them. As she returned to her cottage, she
began contemplating recent events and, having finally sought
the inspiration she came for, began writing the first chapter
of her new book, "The Cult of Stonehenge.