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Based on true events, in our darkest of times, the Tickle Monster will be there...*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

What would you do if you heard a strange sound while gaming? Would you investigate?*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

short story about a father and his little boy *This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

During a chess match, a young man explains how his father taught him how to play the game. *This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

An animated short film parody about what it could be like to a pitch a Star Wars story at Disney. *This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

Feeling sad and forlorn on his 30th birthday, Chase comes across a mysterious telephone on his way home from work. *This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

A night-shift driver circles his kid's school seven times -- every tick of the meter is a father's countdown to home.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

This is no ordinary escape room. This is an experience. *This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

a war is coming.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

Late at night, the rain poured down relentlessly. Susanna, a 30-year-old beauty of Asian descent, dressed in a striking green slip dress with her long hair neatly up in a bun, accepted an invitation from her good friend Lina to attend a party. She stepped into an ancient castle steeped in the dense, old-world atmosphere of the Victorian era--yet what awaited her was far from an ordinary gathering. Before fully settling into the party, Susanna stepped away to touch up her makeup in the restroom. But when she returned to the main hall, the scene before her froze her to the spot: in the center of the party, a werewolf clad in a white wedding dress stood prominently, surrounded by several other werewolves dressed in formal suits. A bizarre, menacing aura hung heavy in the air. In the next instant, the white-wedding werewolf snapped its head around, locking eyes directly on Susanna -- and a creepy, unsettling smile curled at the corner of its mouth. Terror surged through Susanna. She spun around and fled in a blind panic. In her desperate rush, she stumbled into a display room -- and what she saw there chilled her to the core. The glass cabinets were lined with countless items, each one belonging to a previous victim who had been tricked into coming to the castle. Then her gaze fell on an empty glass cabinet, and her blood ran cold: the nameplate on it clearly read Susanna. She finally realized -- she was the werewolves' next offering for their dark ritual. Driven by instinct to survive, she kept running, only to back into a corner. She grabbed the door handle, yanking with all her strength, but the door wouldn't budge an inch. Behind her, the sound of the white-wedding werewolf's footsteps grew louder and closer. In the end, it pounced fiercely on the helpless Susanna. This ancient Victorian castle was never a venue for parties -- it was a horrifying trap, where werewolves lured humans one by one to fulfill their grim, bloodthirsty offering.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest

Awake or asleep, she is never alone, something follows her.*This entry is participating in the ReelShort Reel Vertical Impact contest