I'm enjoying this time to be creative. Here's a script I wrote this morning:

THE RING CAM

FADE IN:

INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Norman sits on his plastic covered couch, scrolling through his phone. The room is quiet except for the sound of rain tapping at the window.

He refreshes a DELIVERY TRACKING PAGE, his frustration evident.

NORMAN  

(muttering)  

Out for delivery. It’s been “out for delivery” for three hours. Where is it?! It's her birthday - I can't afford to mess this up again.

DING! A Ring notification pops up on his phone: “Motion detected at your front door!” His face lights up with excitement.

NORMAN  

Finally.

He opens the RING APP. On the live feed, a vague, shadowy figure—a ghostly, wet girl with long hair covering her face—stares directly into the camera. The man’s expression drops into sheer terror.

NORMAN  

(whispering)  

What the... No, no, no. This can’t be happening.

The figure takes a small, jerky step closer to the camera. He scrambles off the couch in a panic.

NORMAN  

(frantic)  

Oh no. Oh my god. It’s her. It’s her. From the movie. It's been seven days! Damn that movie marathon!

He glances at his TV. The TV is playing "The Ring" movie back to back.

NORMAN  

(panicked rambling)  

I KNEW it. I KNEW that movie wasn’t just a movie. They used it to spread the curse! First a VHS tape and now Tubi!

He grabs a flashlight from the table, his hand trembling. With each step towards the door, the floor creaks ominously. He peers through the peephole.

THROUGH THE PEEPHOLE: nothing. The porch is empty.

NORMAN  

(whispering)  

Mother warned me not to watch tv. Tubi cursed me and now she's here.

He checks his phone again. On the Ring feed, the ghost girl is RIGHT UP AGAINST THE CAMERA. Her head tilts slightly, unnaturally.

NORMAN  

(screaming)  

OH COME ON!

He stumbles back, clutching the flashlight like a weapon.

Summoning his courage, he FLINGS the door open and shines the flashlight outside. The porch is EMPTY, just rain pouring in the dark. He scans the area, breathing hard.

NORMAN  

Hello?!

No response. He shuts the door quickly, locking it again. He leans against the door, trying to calm himself down.

He looks down to the app. The scene is empty. He exhales. Suddenly she pops into frame from the side. He jumps.

NORMAN

REALLY?!

Norman drops his phone in fear. He can hear footsteps walking around the house. He clutches his flashlight in fear.

A SOFT KNOCK from a window. His blood runs cold. He slowly turns.

Through the rain streaked glass, he sees a shadowy figure standing outside. He approaches cautiously. As he gets closer, the figure becomes clearer—it’s a DELIVERY DRIVER, soaked from the rain and holding a package. She waves awkwardly.

DELIVERY DRIVER  

(muffled through the window)  

Uh… hi?

He hesitates, then cautiously opens the door. The driver, drenched and shivering, holds out the package.

DELIVERY DRIVER  

Sorry about that. Your porch camera kind of… freaked me out.

Norman stares at her, realizing his mistake. He exhales deeply, shaking his head at himself.

NORMAN  

(awkwardly)  

Right. Of course. Uh… thanks.

He signs for the package as the driver gives him a weird look and walks off. He stands there for a moment, looking out into the rain.

Norman sets the package down inside and glances back at his phone. He opens the Ring app to check the feed one more time. The porch is empty.

He laughs from personal embarrassment.

NORMAN  

(chuckling nervously)  

Okay. That’s enough of this app.

He puts his phone down and moves to the couch, Our focus is on the phone. It flickers, showing the ring camera app. The ring logo glitches on and off.

In the blurred background, he opens the package. It looks like he's pulling out a butchers knife and an axe. A woman's form slumps over. 

EXT. FRONT YARD – MOMENTS LATER

The night fog glows in the street lights. The delivery person passes the light formed silhouette of a very large man. He is standing motionless with a pizza box in hand.

DELIVERY DRIVER  

Delivery? Just a heads up, the dude in there is o little psycho. He thought I was the girl from the Ring. I mean, I am, but it's rude to say it in person.

She jerks and walks to her van.

Jason Voorhey reveals himself. He looks at her, then toward the house, worried and hesitant to continue.

FADE OUT.