A small independent movie. Could be scary-suspense. Not everything’s here but the main gist is.
A man awaken one morning depressed. He attempted to hang himself but his only child, a six year old daughter carrying her pet cat, saw him so he stopped and planned to do it later. The man noticed that her daughter was not sneezing anymore because of the cat. His wife gave him hell for getting their daughter the pet for she was terribly allergic. Now he smiled. One, he no longer need to get rid of the poor cat. Two, he won the argument.
Feeling much better, the day proceeded with the man doing all the fun stuff he could think of with his daughter. He cooked her a great breakfast, not like the tasteless, boring food his wife makes. At noon, lunch was even better. His daughter had fun watching him cook as Mr. Silly Chef. He made her laugh so hard she fell off her chair, throwing her cat up in the air. She was still giggling when he picked her up from the wooden floor.
The day seemed perfect except for some strange things happening. Sometimes when he took his eyes away from her, when he got distracted with his cooking or dishwashing, she would be gone. He would end up finding her in her room, horribly scared of an unseen presence. She would not leave the room with him, insisted he must stay instead.
Later, he locked himself in his room and took his .38 caliber handgun to shoot himself in the head. She startled him, knocking on his door, asking him to go out so they can play in the yard or hike in the woods like they used to. Unable to say no, he put the gun down. He recalled why he bought it. Certainly not to use it to end his own life but to defend his family if it comes to that. His wife doesn’t believe he can. Not after intruders came one night, knocked him out and raped her.
His daughter knocked harder, saying if he doesn’t want to come out, she would be happy playing in his room with her cat. She worries about him being alone. He quickly put the gun back in its hiding place. She loves poking around at things all over the house like a mouse and he shivers at the idea of her daughter playing with the gun. He came out. Happily picked her up to go hiking.
After having a great time in the woods, where his daughter said no matter what happens she would always believe in her heart that he is the greatest father in the whole world and she would love him forever and ever, he finds her missing once again.
He rushed back to the house and just when he was about to open the door to her room, heard his daughter screaming. He practically flew to his room to grab his gun. He run back and kicked his daughter’s door open. He found her screaming, pointing at the wall mirror. He looked and saw his own reflection. A dark willowy mass with long black fingers stood behind him, its mouth gaping like a blackhole about to swallow him from above.
Swiftly, he turned around to shoot, but the gun wasn’t there in his hand. He turned towards her daughter’s bed, saw her now, seemingly sound asleep, his missing gun in her hand! It all came back to him. But then no, he really did not lose anything. He just chose to look away. Now he is forced to look back. To accept.
With tears in his eyes, he struggled taking the gun away from her cold hand. He still could not fathom how she managed to find it. But she had always been good at that. Like a mouse. His sweet playful mouse. The gun felt cold in his mouth. The dark mass, the shadow that terrified his daughter, closed in, its fingers clasping on the gun’s trigger.
Before he could close his eyes and fire, he felt his daughter’s hand on his cheeks. They were surprisingly warm this time. She was all light, forgiveness and grace which illuminated him from within. As if embarassed, he took the gun and dropped it on the floor. He would not attempt to kill himself again. He will face his wife with deep remorse and the truth. That would have to do.
