There's nothing scarier than spending a Saturday night alone.
By Kevin Corrigan & Patrick Cassels
INT. SUBURBAN HOUSE - DAY DANA, late teens, approaches her FRONT DOOR. Something is behind it. Some...one. She slowly grabs the knob and SWINGS open the door to reveal... nothing. Phew? Not phew. Dana SCREAMS and slams the door. JUNO, her nerdy roommate, studying on a laptop, enters, curious. JUNO Dana? What is it? DANA It's... nobody! CURT Huh. Everyone must be hanging out somewhere else tonight. Guess you're- DANA -missing out. CUE SCARY MUSIC. FRONT PORCH - LATER Dana talks to a stoic SHERIFF through his car window. SHERIFF Yeah, been hearin' about lotsa crazy things happening tonight. Things you don't forget. Things people will be talking about for weeks. DANA Where? SHERIFF Oh, not here. Other side of town. Randy Talbert's parents are letting him have a party on their abandoned plot of land. Everyone's Tweeting about it! The Sheriff holds up his iPhone's Twitter feed. Dana SHIVERS. SHERIFF (as he pulls away) Wish I didn't have to work tonight. LIVING ROOM - LATER Dana is on Facebook, concerned. Juno studies in the BG. DANA It's Julie's sorority thing! Everyone's posting about it. JUNO Weren't you invited? A profile picture of a DORKY KID pops on screen. He sucks. DANA (still scaning Facebook) Well, no, she said it was just a small- Oh, God! Even Tom was invited! Tom! With the skin thing! Dana dives to the wall and RIPS out the computer plug. NEIGHBOR'S PORCH - LATER A very spooky house. Dana speaks with a BATTY OLD WOMAN knitting on her porch. DANA Hi, I'm looking for Holly. BATTY OLD WOMAN Holly? Why, there hasn't been a Holly here since... about an hour go, when she left to go to the movies. DANA (backing away) That's impossible! We were supposed to go together! As Dana runs away, the Batty Old Woman CACKLES. LIVING ROOM - LATER Dana's back at the computer, frantic. Juno continues working on her homework. DANA Oh my God. Foursquare says people are hanging out at McSwiggin's Ale House and TGI Friays. (dramatic look up) I have to choose! JUNO (bored; not looking up) What are you going to do? DANA (calming herself down) It's fine. I can just stop by one, then head to the other. Juno, possessed, looks up from her homework and whispers. JUMO That never works!!! BACK IN THE MAIN HOUSE - LATER Dana scrolls through her Instagram feed. It's filled with photos of her friends partying. Juno is nearby. DANA The people in these photos. They're... having so much fun. Without me. Juno, what should-? Dana looks up. Juno is GONE. DANA Juno? She reloads her Instagram feed, revealing a new party photo of JUNO DOING A SHOT. Dana GASPS. ELSEWHERE IN THE HOUSE - LATER Dana stares at her phone. ANGLE ON IPHONE: She has texted "Where the party at?" to her friend BRIAN. The dreaded iPhone ELIPSIS linger as Dana waits for Brian to respond. DANA Come on! COME ON! The elipsis dissapear. Dana SCREAMS and runs out of the house. TEXT: "NO EMAILS" DRIVEWAY - LATER Dana JUMPS into her car and tries to start it. It doesn't turn over. As she keeps trying, she listens to voicemails from a friend. (These voicemails continue in a terrifying sound collage over the next few scenes.) VOICEMAIL (V.O.) BOOP! Hey Dana, it's Mike. Everyone's hanging out. Where are you? TEXT: "NO TEXT" WOODED ROAD - LATER Dana emerges from the woods, covered in mud. She stands in the middle of the road and tries to wave down an approaching car. VOICEMAIL (V.O.) BOOP! Dana! You're missing the best night ever! A goose got into the bar! GOOSE (V.O.)
The car goes right past Dana. As it drives away, we see "BONAROO OR BUST!" written on the back window. DANA WAIT! I WANT TO GO TO BONAROO! TEXT: "NO HOPE" RAINY WOODS - LATER Dana runs into a clearing. VOICEMAIL (V.O.) BOOP! Dana! If you still wanna hang, we're all gonna be at [breaking up]. BOOP! Dana looks at her iPhone. The battery has died. Camera goes 360 on Dana as she falls to her knees and looks up. DANA WHERE ARE PEOPLE HANGING OUT?! CUT TO TITLE CARD: FEAR OF MISSING OUT All but the first letters of each word vanish, leaving only "FOMO." Also, beneath: www.FomoHasYou.com.