Script

 

Speak don't tell

A small, quiet town. The story unfolds over several days and nights, primarily in isolated, eerie locations such as a dimly lit alley, a shadowy park, and an abandoned house. The atmosphere is tense, with a feeling of something lurking.

Scene 1: The Alleyway

(Night. The camera moves slowly down a narrow, dimly lit alley. The only sounds are distant footsteps and the rustling of paper in the wind. The alley is filled with shadows, and the atmosphere is suspenseful.)

Narrator 
(calm)

It begins with the murmur of the wind, the sound of footsteps barely heard over the almost haunting sounds of the night. This is where it starts, where life meets death in the shadows that most dare not enter.

(The camera focuses on a man, Victim 1, walking down the alley. He glances around nervously, feeling the presence of something unknown.)

Narrator
(Amused)

Our friend here, he feels it. That chilling sensation up his spine, the tickle of fear.  He’s right to be afraid, you know. Who knows what may happen in the dark.

(A shadowy figure, the Killer, steps out from behind a corner. The man doesn’t see him until it’s too late. The attack is swift, brutal. The man’s body crumples to the ground, lifeless.)

Narrator
(Almost satisfied)

And there it is. Quick, efficient. A tale as old as time, one might say. The night claims its victim, and the alley returns to silence.

(The camera lingers on the lifeless body before slowly pulling away, the alley consuming the scene in darkness.)

Scene 2: The Park

(Sunset. The camera follows Victim 2, a Man jogging through a park. The setting sun casts shadows across the path.)

Narrator

Daylight is such a comforting thing, isn’t it? The warmth of the sun, the feeling of safety and comfort it brings. But as the sun begins to set, the true nature of the world is revealed.

(The man pauses to catch his breath, oblivious to the figure lurking in the trees. The camera captures the Killer’s movements, silent and swift.)

Narrator 

It is an unfortunate thought that life can be taken so quickly from a person so full of energy... (Sighs) Such is the cruelty of this world.

(The Killer strikes, quick and deadly. The man struggles briefly but is overpowered. The park falls silent as his body goes limp.)

Narrator 

 
However, it may be said that there is a certain beauty in it, wouldn't you say? The way life can be taken in an instant. The outcome of life is inevitable regardless of when it happens.

(The camera zooms out, showing the stillness of the park, the body barely visible in the shadows.)

Scene 3: The Abandoned House

(Night. The camera slowly reveals an abandoned house. Victim 3, a man, cautiously explores with a flashlight.)

Narrator
Curiosity is what brought him here, into this place long forgotten. He shouldn’t be here, of course, but we all have do things we shoudnt sometimes right?

(The man shines his flashlight around, revealing glimpses of the Killer hiding in the darkness. The tension builds as the man senses he is not alone.)

Narrator
(Excited)
He knows now. He feels the eyes on him, But it’s too late, isn’t it? He came looking for answers, and in a way, he got them.

(The Killer emerges from the shadows, and a violent struggle ensues. The man fights desperately, but the Killer is relentless. The struggle ends with the man’s lifeless body slumped against the wall.)

Narrator
(Satisfied)
 He believed he could outplay death, but death always win...

(The camera pans across the room, the silence deafening. But then, a creak, someone else is here.)

Scene 4: The Confrontation

(Suddenly, a figure bursts into the room,a relative of one of the victims. The Killer is caught off guard, a brief look of shock on his face. A struggle ensues, but this time, the Killer is the one overpowered. The relative stabs the Killer, who collapses to the ground, gasping for breath.)

Narrator
(weak)
No... this isn’t right... It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Not for me...

(The Killer’s breathing becomes heavy as he clutches the wound. The camera closes in on his face, showing his eyes, wide with fear.)

Narrator
(Content, smiling)
Its almost poetic come to think about it... Death claims us all....

(The Killer’s eyes close, and his breathing stops. The camera lingers on his lifeless face for a moment, then slowly pulls back.)

(Silence. The narration has stopped.)

(The camera continues to pull back, showing the scene of the crime. The house is silent once more, the only sound the distant sound of wind in the night.)