Seen Not Heard: An Alexis Fawx Story

CUT TO: Anna (Alexis Fawx), a wrecked soul in a thin hospital gown, perches rigid on her bed's edge, eyes shut tight, fists balled like she's fighting ghosts. The room's pitch black, her form a stark outline against the curtain, where hallway shadows twist like lurking demons. Her voice rasps in the gloom: 'Monsters don't just crawl from the void—they're forged in it. A monster's some hulking, grotesque nightmare, the unseen horror under the mattress begging for sheets that swallow you whole. They shift in every foul guise, wired to shatter everything. Born of twisted agony, orphaned and cloaked in midnight rags, they morph into our deepest dreads.' FLASHBACK SLAMS IN: Years back, we zero in on 18-year-old Anna (Bobbi Dylan), teetering on her bed's brink. An older man stalks into view, clutching a crinkled paper sack. 'Hey, doll, day's treat?' he murmurs, slipping a blindfold over her eyes, his hand stroking her cheek with sick intimacy. His finger brushes her lips, lingering like a threat, then he snags the bag. 'Gonna play nice?' She nods, lips parting hesitant. He pulls out a tub of chocolate pudding, dips his finger deep, and— (Scene builds raw tension, her breath hitching as the forbidden game ignites.)