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Parental Alert - Strong language
Footsteps
©Janet S. Tiger all rights reserved 2015
tigerteam1@gmail.com
( We hear breathing and footsteps before we see the man, but we can tell he is frightened, so when we see him, it is not surprising that he is looking around, listening. Any accent will work, but this was originally written for a British accent.)
I hate the fog, I just wish it would rain. The rain is something you can see, you can touch, this damn fog, it's like a ghost.....
(He waves his hands through the air, then holds his arms against himself, hugging his sides.)
I mean, it's not even cold and I'm shivering.....
(He tries to light a cigarette, it's too damp, so he takes a couple of steps, then stops, jumps, very nervous)
Is someone there? I can hear you......
(Starts walking slowly)
I know you've been following me......I can hear your damned footsteps ......
(He starts walking faster, stops suddenly, pulls out a gun and points it into the fog)
There! I heard you! Come out! (Yells) I said come out and show yourself!
(Listens, shaking with anger)
Think you can scare me? You can't! I ain't afraid of you, whoever you are! You're a coward, hiding in the shadows! Come out like a man!
(Whirls around, still holding the gun. Starts walking, faster now, turns to listen for the steps, starts to run, really scared, picks up speed, stops suddenly, on knees stops breathing to listen)
Wait a minute....
(He takes a step, listens, takes a few more steps, stops, listens, starts to smile, then walks quickly, runs and stops, listens and laughs, then puts the gun away)
There's no one there! I can't believe it! It's my own damned footsteps.....I'm fuckin scared of myself!
(He walks, stops, smiles, shakes his head)
It's the fog! I remember somethin' in school, somethin' about sound is different....(thinking)... under water.....and in the fog!
(Leans his head back and laughs)
Amazing! I almost scared myself to death!
(He does a couple of steps, then listens)
That's it....the water in the air does somethin' and you hear it twice, I guess......so you think you're bein' followed.....but this time I'm in the clear....it's just the fog.....
There's nothing there......my dad said, don't be afraid of the dark, ain't nothing there that ain't there in the light......
(He starts to exit, hears a noise, stops, looks back, maybe not so sure......)
Nah.......
(But this time, he holds onto the gun as he exits....into the fog.....then we hear a sound.....a scream......and a thud.......then no more footsteps)
The end.
( We hear breathing and footsteps before we see the man, but we can tell he is frightened, so when we see him, it is not surprising that he is looking around, listening. Any accent will work, but this was originally written for a British accent.)
I hate the fog, I just wish it would rain. The rain is something you can see, you can touch, this damn fog, it's like a ghost.....
(He waves his hands through the air, then holds his arms against himself, hugging his sides.)
I mean, it's not even cold and I'm shivering.....
(He tries to light a cigarette, it's too damp, so he takes a couple of steps, then stops, jumps, very nervous)
Is someone there? I can hear you......
(Starts walking slowly)
I know you've been following me......I can hear your damned footsteps ......
(He starts walking faster, stops suddenly, pulls out a gun and points it into the fog)
There! I heard you! Come out! (Yells) I said come out and show yourself!
(Listens, shaking with anger)
Think you can scare me? You can't! I ain't afraid of you, whoever you are! You're a coward, hiding in the shadows! Come out like a man!
(Whirls around, still holding the gun. Starts walking, faster now, turns to listen for the steps, starts to run, really scared, picks up speed, stops suddenly, on knees stops breathing to listen)
Wait a minute....
(He takes a step, listens, takes a few more steps, stops, listens, starts to smile, then walks quickly, runs and stops, listens and laughs, then puts the gun away)
There's no one there! I can't believe it! It's my own damned footsteps.....I'm fuckin scared of myself!
(He walks, stops, smiles, shakes his head)
It's the fog! I remember somethin' in school, somethin' about sound is different....(thinking)... under water.....and in the fog!
(Leans his head back and laughs)
Amazing! I almost scared myself to death!
(He does a couple of steps, then listens)
That's it....the water in the air does somethin' and you hear it twice, I guess......so you think you're bein' followed.....but this time I'm in the clear....it's just the fog.....
There's nothing there......my dad said, don't be afraid of the dark, ain't nothing there that ain't there in the light......
(He starts to exit, hears a noise, stops, looks back, maybe not so sure......)
Nah.......
(But this time, he holds onto the gun as he exits....into the fog.....then we hear a sound.....a scream......and a thud.......then no more footsteps)
The end.
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Janet S. Tiger
858-736-6315
Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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