
Think Mrs. Peregrine’s home for peculiar children meets Mr. Rogers, when Peter the pedophile [antagonist] thinks he’s endearing himself to the children of clergy. Will he finally succeed in sacrificing his only child or will Adelaide [protagonist] overcome the Octoxic spell cast on her and slay the dragon before it’s too late? Introducing… ChildTraffickingDragonSlayer.com a supernatural thriller based on the true story.).The main feature has an eerie, poetic power that straddles psychological thriller and supernatural political allegory. Below is an excerpt from the feature script, stylized for a professional Hollywood screenplay (tone: elevated horror / prestige drama.
FADE IN:
The train SCREAMS through a dark tunnel. Fluorescent lights flicker.
A MAN (40s) sits rigidly, eyes darting back and forth—fast, feral, like creatures trapped behind glass.
Incalculable in number... darting back and forth inside his eyes. No need to look. The posturing’s always the same—fear-stricken, scorch-faced, body twitching, head jerking. Left. Right. Straight.
Across the car, ADELAIDE (20s) sits—poised, unreadable. Her gaze cuts through him.
He trembles, studies her in desperation.
A legion inside one soul. Usually scrambling for the next metro exit. This time... bold enough to sit beside her.
He moves closer. The lights flicker—once, twice—and for a split second, his reflection reveals something inhuman.
Octoxans—if they’re real—aren’t just predators. They jump railcars in bloodlines, transport through time... searching for a new generation of innocents to consume.
FLASH CUT TO:
Children laugh. PETER (50s), immaculate, beloved, leads them in a rehearsal. His hands linger too long on a shoulder.
Peter the pedophile isn’t a Halloween monster.
He’s real.
Born into a German-Irish Masonic bloodline from Wisconsin—satanists cloaked in Sunday best.
Montage of pious deceit:
• Peter leading worship.
• Donating money.
• Coaching wrestling.
• Directing children’s theater.
To everyone, he’s a patron saint.
In truth—
A choreographer for global traffickers.
A psychopath with an angelic following... among the children of clergy.
Dust. Smoke. The crack of rifles.
LUCRETIA (90s) walks barefoot through red clay, her hair streaked silver and grey. Her skin—turmeric cream-colored, unblemished, radiant against the ruin.
From 1893 to 2025, the ghosts of times past aren’t metaphors. My ancestor, Lucretia... Choctaw. Denied the Dawes Rolls by a hundred percent Democrat act. Her land erased by signatures.
Lucretia’s gnarled hands clutch a fork, inspecting its shine.
A small GIRL (5) washes, rewashes, until every spoke squeaks.
LUCRETIAYou must be twice as good as the White man.
The girl nods, trembling. Lucretia’s grip—iron, unrelenting—snatches away a doll.
Two strengths remained undaunted: her tone... and her grip.
Adelaide meets Peter’s gaze. The air shimmers. The world fractures between past and present, faith and horror.
From a fierce centenarian warrior, born in the ripple effects of slavery, comes the reckoning—for an institution still trading children for favors.
Peter smiles. Calm. Sanctified.
Peter’s mission?
To surpass his ancestors— to infiltrate the faithful, crown his legacy with the sacrifice of his own child... all while hiding in plain sight.
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