A 1940s Horror Movie Trailer

“THE PHONELESS TERROR!”

(Ominous organ music swells. Thunder crashes. The screen fades in from black, revealing a bustling city. A sharply dressed man—Jonathan Halloway, the picture of calm and confidence—strolls into a towering office building. He nods politely to the receptionist, steps into the elevator, and adjusts his tie. Everything is perfectly normal… or so it seems.)

NARRATOR (deep, dramatic voice):

"Jonathan Halloway had it all—charm, style, and a well-organized digital calendar. But today… he would face a horror no man could prepare for!"

(The elevator doors slide open. Jonathan steps out, walks to his desk, sets down his briefcase… and then pats his pockets. He pauses. Pats them again. Tilts his head slightly. He checks his briefcase. Then nods to himself.)

JONATHAN (calmly):

"Ah. Left my phone at home."

(A violin screeches! The camera tilts dramatically! A co-worker at a nearby desk GASPS and drops his coffee!)

NARRATOR:

"A fate so terrifying… so unthinkable… NO ONE WAS PREPARED!"

(Cut to his boss, a stern woman in a power suit, clutching her chest in horror.)

BOSS (whispering, shaken):

"Halloway… has no phone?"

(Cut to a nervous secretary, hand trembling as she clutches a rotary phone.)

SECRETARY:

"But… how will he check his emails?"

(Cut to a watercooler conversation where two office workers whisper in panic.)

OFFICE WORKER #1:

"He won’t know what time it is…"

OFFICE WORKER #2:

"He won’t know what meetings he has…"

OFFICE WORKER #3 (clutching his head):

"HE WON’T EVEN KNOW… THE WEATHER!"

(A dramatic sting! A woman in the background SCREAMS! Papers fly off desks as an unseen wind howls through the office!)

NARRATOR:

"AND YET… HE REMAINS UNFAZED!"

(Cut to Jonathan, unbothered, glancing at a wall clock.)

JONATHAN (pleasantly):

"Ah, 9:15. That means the morning meeting should start soon."

(A nearby intern faints from shock. The camera zooms in on a man clutching his head in disbelief.)

COWORKER:

"How… how does he know that?!"

NARRATOR:

"NO TEXTS! NO APPS! NO WAY TO LOOK BUSY WHILE IGNORING OTHERS!"

(Cut to the breakroom. Jonathan eats his sandwich, staring thoughtfully into the distance. A coworker watches in horror.)

COWORKER (whispering, horrified):

"He’s just… sitting there… thinking."

(The janitor lets out a haunted moan, shaking his head.)

JANITOR:

"That ain’t natural, son…"

NARRATOR:

"HOW LONG CAN HE LAST?"

(Cut to Jonathan in a hallway, casually asking a coworker a question.)

JONATHAN:

"Excuse me, do you know if the client meeting is still at three?"

(A RECORD SCRATCH. The coworker recoils as if struck!)

COWORKER (stammering):

"You… you just asked someone? With your voice?"

JONATHAN (nodding):

"Seemed the most efficient solution."

(The coworker screams and runs. Papers explode into the air. A typewriter catches fire. The room plunges into chaos!)

NARRATOR:

"WILL HE MAKE IT BACK HOME… OR WILL HE BE LOST TO THE VOID OF DISCONNECTION… FOREVER?!"

(Cut to Jonathan casually walking home at the end of the day, a slight smile on his face. He unlocks his apartment door, strolls inside, and spots his phone on the table. He picks it up, checks the screen, and nods approvingly.)

JONATHAN (calmly):

"Ah. 10 new messages."

(A distant, eerie sound of a phone vibrating… unanswered. The screen fades to black.)

NARRATOR (menacingly):

"BUT NEXT TIME… WILL YOU BE SO LUCKY?"

(The title card SLAMS onto the screen in dripping, blood-red letters.)

"THE PHONELESS TERROR!"

"COMING SOON! (Assuming you remember to check the release date… IF YOU DARE!)"