INT. MOVING CAR, RAIN.

(NIGHT)

Sports car driving along road with forest surrounding. There

is heavy rain crashing on the front of the car, as the
windscreen wipers are moving fast. ‘Keep a Knockin’ by Louis
Jordan is playing through the speakers.

JOHN, mid-twenties, big beard scruffy clothes and dark circles

under his eyes is driving. He is going at a very high speed.
Not many cars pass by only two or three. He taps along to the
beat on his driving wheel as it goes on.

As the car goes on, he turns a corner he looks to the side of

the road where there is a grass pathway. He takes a double
take, and when he looks back he sees a man. 6ft tall, bald,
dressed in a dark blue plumbing outfit. He is stood facing the
other way.

John slows the car down slightly as he looks towards the man
in a concerned way. As the car slows down the man starts to
turn around to face him. But as he turns, no face appears. He
is faceless. Johns face drops and turns a hot pink colour. He
inhales a sharp breath and the car speeds up to at least
70mph.

John
WH- what. That is fake, that was definitely fake.

He reaches to the rear mirror and turns it to see what is

behind his car. The man, is still stood there facing the other
way. He looks back straight away and does not take his eyes
off the road.

INT. HOME, (NIGHT)

John opens the front door to his home, greeted by a skinny

black dog winning and panting. He pays slight attention to the
dog. Pets it a few times, but not looking at it. He still
looks shocked.

He walks into the kitchen and sees LOLA sat in a big chair in
front of a tv. the kitchen was clean, no dirty plates,
nothing.

Lola
I cleaned up after your mess mate.
Pause
Lola notices something off with John.

Lola
John? Everything okay?
She looks at him in a concerned way. He shakes his head and
sits on the seat next to her.

John
I worked all day today. Its late and I’m really tired, you can
see shit when you are tired right?

Lola
I mean – John I’m scared what’s wrong.

John
I was driving home, same route as usual. But I saw something,
someone, stood there. It was almost as if he was waiting for
someone to drive past. He timed it, timed it perfectly.

Lola
John you need to elaborate I have no idea what you are talking
about.

John
I don’t- I don’t believe myself that’s the thing, I feel like
my mind made it up, I’m tired. But it was so real. I looked
back I saw him. Stood there, just fucking stood there like
normal. Why was he there? In the middle of nowhere. Wearing
tha- a boiler suit. I don’t understand. It’s not fucking
Halloween no one is dressing up. Some sick joke, it’s some
sick sick joke.

Lola
John. Stop, you need to tell me what happened. I don’t like
the way you are acting.

John
On the side of the road there was a man, dressed in a boiler
suit. It was dark blue. He was tall, like tall, tall.

He gestures his hand high above his head to gesture how tall.

And he was bald. Completely bald, no hair at all anywhere. He

wasn’t facing me, and then I slowed down, as anyone would. He
was by himself in the pouring rain, just . . . stood there?
Anyway, I slowed down and he started to turn, but- as he
turned,

He laughs

This isn’t a joke ok?

Lola
Okay?
She frowns as she speaks
 John
I’m not making this up to be funny.

Lola
I believe you, Jesus just carry on.

John
He had no face.

Lola starts to smirk, she looks down and smacks her lips
together. Then looks back up to John.

Lola
John-

John
No, I’m serious Lola don’t laugh this isn’t funny, I was
genuinely terrified. I drove home literally not looking
anywhere but the road. I don’t believe in stupid shit like
this but I saw him. It. I literally saw it and it was there
when I looked back. Just stood-

Lola
I think you need to go to bed, you are clearly sleep deprived.

She looks apprehensive. She stands up and places her hand on

his shoulder.

Lola
Turn the lights off before you go to bed ok?

John nods his head but doesn’t look at her. He is staring at

the floor. No emotion.

After Lola has left the room, John stands up slowly and takes
a big sigh. He walks over to the kitchen light and turns to
the window. He looks outside, it is pitch black.

INT. BEDROOM

John walks over to the desk in his room. His room is messy,
clothes on the floor, un made bed. Mostly grey and white walls
and decorations. He flips up his laptops screen and goes to
google.

John
(he types)
Faceless people.
As he looks at the results he frowns, it comes up with
pictures of faceless people, from films or comedy skits. So he
types something different.

John
(typing)
Faceless ghost.

He laughs as he types, in disbelief that he has typed what he

did, but as the results come up. His face changes. To a more
dead pan to confused face.

(he reads)
“Noppera-bō Wikipedia”

John hesitantly moves his mouse up to click onto the link. A

web page from Wikipedia loads up with pages and pages of
writing. To the right side of the page there is a picture.
Eerie. Of a small drawn person, with no face.

As Johns eyes move to the picture his eyebrows frown, and he

moves his tongue about in his mouth, as if he disapproves. He
takes a deep breath and begins to read, slightly mouthing as
his mouse follows the writing:

‘The Noppera-bō (のっぺらぼう), or faceless ghost, is
a Japanese yōkai that looks like a human but has no face.’