CREEPY PASTA FANS WE NEED YOUR HELP

Hey film fans if you read this we need talented film directors. WE NEED YOU!!!! to help us with short stories horror film post or submit a film on a creepy pasta remember has to be a CREEPYPASTA! help us WE NEED YOUR HELP !!!!!!!!

Short Stories a Horror film project

How about you fantastic film makers help us with a film called "Short Stories"

     In this project you read the script and pick you part and make a short film on it (no longer than 10 minutes) And the best one gets to be shown in the final product. Be sure to make it in english. All stories are based on unknown creepy pastas (  http://www.creepypasta.org  ) every story goes to its owner.  Today is "The special ingredient ".Remember the film makers do not get paid this is just for fun and the film makers will be credited for there work. Please help us with this film. Thank you.

                                                           The Special Ingredient (edited)
      The sunlight creeps in through the open blinds as the scent of bacon fills the house, bringing Earl out of his slumber. He walks down stairs and takes his seat at the kitchen table. His wife, Mary, brings him his breakfast on a tray. Earl looks down at the tray and looks back at Mary angrily, “You call this a breakfast?!” He throws the tray to the floor, then reaches over and slaps Mary across her face. “Clean up this mess and make it right!”

Mary picks up the tray and almost starts crying as she sweeps away the broken dishes and scattered food, her cheek still hurting from her husband’s temper. She gathers everything she’ll need to remake breakfast and returns to the stove. She prepares his sausage, juicy but not greasy. She prepares his eggs, fried over medium. She prepares his orange juice, only a hint of pulp. Before she prepares his bacon, she dips it into some kind of mixture.

As the meal is cooking, Earl asks, “What is that smell? It smells so good!”

“That’s the bacon; I used a special ingredient,” Mary replies. Mary puts everything on a plate and brings Earl’s breakfast to him on the tray. She begins to clean up as he devours his breakfast.

When he finishes his plate, he demands more bacon made with her special ingredient. After more than twenty years with him and his temper, Mary had learned not to deny Earl what he wants. She quickly dried some of the clean dishes and prepared her special ingredient.

She once again dips each piece of bacon into the mixture, this time subtly looking over her shoulder to make sure Earl’s attention isn't on her. She carefully places each strip onto the pan, gently dabbing them with more of her special ingredient before turning the stove on.

As she sets the plate full of bacon in front of him, Earl asks, “What’s in this special ingredient of yours that makes this so delicious?”

“A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Eat your breakfast and I’ll show you when you’re done,” she replied.

“Woman, don’t you start telling me what to do!” Earl retorted.

“I’m sorry. I only meant that I’d need to look at everything again to remember what’s in it,” she said timidly.

Satisfied that, as he would put it, she knew her place, Earl started eating more of her delicious bacon. Mary opens the cabinet and shows what was in Earl’s food. Earl gasped and started to vomit. He screamed “You sick bitch”. In the cabinet there were jars full of human body parts, Mary grabbed the kitchen knife and told Earl “ I wonder what  seasonings you would go good with?”