SHADOWS SCRIPT#1 - SCARED OF YOUR OWN SHADOW

There is no title at the beginning.

A person, X., walks across the square at CKS. A solitary figure, he appears to be deep in thought. He heads off into a less populated part of the square.

As he walks, the light from a streetlamp ahead of him illuminates his face clearly. He hears footsteps, his own and seemingly, someone else’s behind him. They are just slightly off his own, nearly matching the rhythm of his own but not quite. He pauses. The footsteps pause too, an instant after his own. X’s eyes shift from side to side. He is having an internal debate about whether to look around. We cannot see behind him because his head fills most of the frame.

No. He is imagining it. He continues walking toward the streetlight and again he hears the mysterious footsteps, almost as though someone is trying to imitate his gait. He casts a quick, nervous glance over his shoulder but there is no one there. He turns back around. Strange.

The rhythm of his footfall quicken as he approaches the lamppost, the footsteps behind him speed up pace too. He starts to trot, looking behind him he sees nothing but he still hears the mysterious footfall. He passes the lamppost, still looking behind him. As he turns he sees a giant shadow looming over him and growing larger. His face contorts with fear and he drops to his knees, brings his hands up to protect his face, and turns around to see… Nothing.

His face relaxes into bewilderment. He glances around to see if anyone was watching. He looks at the streetlamp and follows it around to where his own shadow lies ‘over’ him. Realization dawns. He makes a quick bunny ears with his hands to test his suspicion. He jumps up and down to hear the echo of his footsteps. Oh.

He dusts off his knees, looks around again to make sure no one saw him. He starts. A couple of lovers are sitting in the shadow of a tree. The couple stands up and walks into the light. The girl turns to the guy - a subtitle card appears “And I thought it was just an expression.” X. embarrassed, walks quickly away.

TITLECARD : SCARED OF YOUR OWN SHADOW

Written by Ben Andrews