Dentist Horror Script

It’s funny how you get the weirdest script ideas when you are at the weirdest places. Up till today, it has been only the super market and my car for me. I never expected a visit to the dentist would indulge me into the magnificent world of script outlining.

It was a simple, typical visit for a cavity that had to be filled. It turned out to a root canal which I did not welcome. To have the dentist’s fingers stuck in my mouth, mercilessly messing with my teeth and gums is not what I usually have in mind when I describe a good day. So, I was sitting on the dreaded chair, the light painfully hitting my face like I’m put under interrogation, the deafening sound of the dentist’s tools digging for gold inside my mouth. A sudden impulse to bite down hard…

And there it was. My idea for a new script. A brand, new idea, brilliant to its birth, unique as never before. It’s about a patient, who visits his doctor. The doctor (the mean and equally dangerous antagonist) takes pleasure of the protag’s pain. The more the pain, the bigger the grin on the dentist’s face. The protag has to fight with his inner self, he has to overcome the excruciating pain, he has to defend himself against those agonizing voices inside his head that scream “Bite. Bite. Bite” ruthlessly. The dentist derives instant pleasure; he drills and squeezes and digs and drags even harder as he observes drops of sweat coming down the patient’s forehead.

The main character is strong. And determined to not allow the dentist to manipulate him any longer. In a sudden move, he spits all tools out of his mouth. He catches the mean dentist off guard. Traps the dentist’s fingers between his teeth. Now it’s the patient’s turn to enjoy the pain he is capable to cause when he’s under attack. He watches the dentist taken aback. Slowly tightens the teeth-grip on the dentist’s fingers. The latter is uncomfortable. In pain. He tries to free his hand from his patient’s strong jaws. In vain. The more he tries, the more the teeth bite harder on the fingers.

The dentist suddenly pulls his fingers out. He smiles. An arrogant smile. He believes that he won the battle. Until he realizes –

The patient has the exact same smile on his face too. A bigger one. A brighter one. A victory smile.

The dentist gets alarmed. Looks down.

The patient opens his mouth. He leans on his own palm and pushes something out of his mouth.

The dentist stares at his own hand. Two fingers are missing.

Those two fingers which are laying on the patient’s palm.

“We are done for today”. I snap out of my dream. This is me still on the dreaded chair. And that was my dentist’s elegant voice. My first reaction is to take a look at her hands. I count. To ten. A sigh of relief as she still maintains all fingers on both hands.

I’m disappointed it was just another wild game of my vivid imagination. I’m happy that I managed to map out an entire horror script in just one hour. I’m overwhelmed that I do not write horror scripts.

Posted by HoneyBunny