My script (One Man's Tent)

EXT. Forest. evening/night

It's the middle of the forest, damp and its starting to go dark.

A scared man is running through the forest trying to get away from something, he is terrified but he can't see the thing that is chasing him he can only hear a constant loud beeping noise.

The man stumbles all over the place and even falls over a couple of times, dropping his glasses in the process but always making the effort in picking them back up again otherwise he would not be able see very well with his beady little eyes.

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Finally he makes it back to his tent (which he was camping out for a few nights in) he is exhausted and out of breath but that's not his concern right now all he is thinking about is that he needed to be in a safe and familiar place. In an attempt to get the tent open quickly he Struggles and ends up fiddling with the zip for a few seconds, finally getting it open he throws himself in but in his state its more like collapsing.

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int. tent. evening/night

Finally in his tent but not yet feeling safe, he zips the tent up behind him and out of sheer desperation he grabs a plank of wood out of nowhere and starts to hammering it into the side of the tent where the entrance is, thinking that it would somehow save him from whatever is out there. Still in a confused state he panics and crawls over to the corner of the tent and picks up the radio and starts fiddling with it,constantly changing the stations with the knob, thinking that its some sort of communication device he shacks the radio and shouts into it thinking that he can call for help on it.

scared man

Hello hello, help... can anybody help me!

He starts getting angry and frustrated that he isn't receiving anything back, so he raises the radio into the air with both hands clenched tightly around it and brings it down with all his force slamming it hard into the floor and breaking it.

It's all gone quite now not a thing can be heard and the man is able to take a few deep breaths to calm down, whipping the beads of sweat from his brow. But seconds later that same beeping noise starts up again slowing getting louder and louder. The man begins to get scared once again and is now desperately looking for another way of the tent.

A rustling sound appears for outside, the tents zip begins to slowly unzip. Finally the man gives up trying to escape, he drops to the floor like a heavy sack and curls up tightly into a ball, as the zip continues to unzip the man scrunches he's eyes shut and rocks himself backwards and forwards muttering.

scared man

why?... why does this have to happen to me. I've done nothing wrong please just.... go away.

As he finishes muttering to himself he realizes that he couldn't hear everything so he slowly opens one of his eyes to take a look at what is going on but it is to dark for him to see a clear picture all he could see is a tall shadowy outline of a figure standing just outside the tent blocking his only way out. Their hand enters the tent holding something that appears to be an alarm clock and it's making the same beeping noise that his been hearing this whole time. The shadowy figure pulls back their arm for a second or two but to the scared man on the floor it seemed like forever. Then the figure hurls the alarm clock at the man with it is still beeping, it hits the man on the head hard and falls to the floor.

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int.bedroom. morning

Before he knows it he wakes up in his own bed with the alarm clock next to him still going off and a painful bump on the head, the clock had started to go off and it had eventually fallen off and hit him on the head.

Sitting up slightly he realizes that it was all just a bad dream, he begins to rub his head with a little smile of relief on his face. Then he just flops back onto his pillow and bursts out with laughter.

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