[daylight is disappearing on a quiet street. a young boy is timidly walking up the front steps of a large, eerie house. he is carrying a box of candy bars with him. his older brother stands at the end of the driveway. the young boy has a fearful look on his face. his older brother looks irritated.] damien: [anxiously tapping his foot] go on! you’re the one who wants the prize for selling the most candy bars. get up there. noah: [taking a deep breath] i’m going. [he slowly makes his way up to the front door and knocks. there is no response.] i don’t think anyone’s home. [suddenly a large dog jumps up to the front window, barking loudly and pressing against the screen. it looks as if the dog could jump through the screen. noah screams loudly.] damien: [running up onto the porch and stepping in front of his brother] okay, nobody’s home. [protectively guiding noah down the steps and off the porch] besides, we should get home. dinner’s probably ready. noah: [looking gratefully up at his brother as they walk onto the sidewalk] yeah, you’re right. damien: [smiling down at his brother] race you home! [the boys run down the street.] the box of candy bars could best be described as a dialogue prop aside stage direction