Clark is the headmaster of a boy’s school. He is annoyed because some boys tied a plastic bag around his son’s head. He gives them an hour of detention every day until the culprit is found. He starts hearing noises of rustling plastic bags and remembers that at ten years old, he had killed a friend doing precisely what happened to his son this morning. A little preoccupied with the surrounding sound and the appearance of an old tramp without a face, he goes home… to find his son and wife on the sofa, dead with plastic bags around their heads. Really creepy.
“As he fumbled for his keys, the nearby streetlamp blazed through a passing rift in the fog. The lamp was dazzling, its light penetrated the thickset curtains Edna had hung in the front rooms, and it showed a man standing its foot. He was dressed like a tramp, in ancient clothes, and his face gleamed dully in the orange light, like bronze. As Clarke glanced away to help his hands find his elusive keys, he realised that the man seemed to have no face, only the gleaming, almost immobile, surface. He glared back at the pavement, but there was nobody. The fog, which must have obscured the man’s face, closed again.”