Are you ready for this, Junkies? We get submissions all the time but this one was something special. Don’t take it from me though, check out this super creepy message that brought this particular entry to my attention.
A burnt manuscript? Someone didn’t want this getting out! I, obviously, told Mr. Tennyson that we were very interested and true to his words he sent me the six almost illegible, unordered, pages filled with some of the most pedestrian writing I’d seen.
Not only was the content boring but nothing about it screamed “Horror Anthology Pilot” to me. It read like a bad Game of Thrones knock off. If it wasn’t for the fact that most of the script was missing I would have thrown it away right then.
Instead, I scanned the page. I shot them over to our Senior Junkies to see if any of them wanted to take up the story. One of our British friends, Chatto, responded in minutes. What he wrote… Well, it was almost as good as Mr. Tennyson’s message.
I tried to get Chatto to explain but he’s stopped responding to my messages. Luckily, a few others filled in the blanks for me and explained why Chatto was so offended.
It turns out this script came from one of the major premium cable networks. I’ll let you guess which one. In 1987 they started looking to expand their original content lineup. Dozens of scripts came in and by 1989 they started production of a pretty memorable and iconic series. The script I had, didn’t even make it to pilot.
It seemed that the meager burnt pages I have are all that remains of a rejected idea. From what I saw, I understood why. I put the whole thing aside for a couple of days but it kept popping into my head. Six burnt pages. Content so offensive the studio ordered the only script destroyed. I just couldn’t put this aside. Questions demanded answers.
It was at this point that I reached out to the studio to see if any of the execs from that time were still around and remembered reading the rest of the script. It took a few days, but eventually I got a response.
The unmasking was, in fact, on the last page I had. If nothing else, this further piqued my curiosity. I set out to uncover what I could of its writer, Jack Scott. My hope was that he had a second copy he could forward me. Except I couldn’t find any work attributed to the man outside of this one manuscript. I was just starting to believe that it was a pen name when I got the next interesting e-mail.
An e-mail from a guy that no one has heard from since 1987? My gut said this was a fake e-mail from Mr. Tennyson trying to convince me to post his uncle’s burnt garbage. Except… Why didn’t he send me the final two pages to begin with? Then, in a couple of days, a package with no return address arrived on my desk.
Inside there were two more pages, as burnt as the others. I sent it off to our state of the art forensic lab and confirmed that it looked a lot like the other pages.While the writing wasn’t much better, the content seemed promising. I finally understood what made this a horror show, albeit it one with a really slow open.
I’m still not convinced of the script’s merit but there is something about it that lingers in my mind. I’ve decided to make Mr. Tennyson happy and publish what he sent me. Despite it’s flaws I can’t help feel that there once was something great here. Something terrible, so terrible that it was destroyed. But still, something great. Hopefully someone out there has the rest of the script and the world can finally see.