Ghost Team One Page #4

- Just get out, man.

- Produce!

May 3rd, 1932.

Neighbors report hearing a struggle.

A door slams.

Gunshots ring out in the night.

Three bodies lay dead

in a triangle of lust.

And Lady Azalea was never seen again.

I guess we'll never

find out exactly what happened.

Or will we?

Did you get that?

That was a good zoom, yeah?

Do you like my drawing? Pretty nice?

I say we pick up tae kwon do.

What do you say, Sergio?

Yeah.

Yeah. Sounds good.

I think we should get a tan

so you can see my cuts.

Yeah.

You can come too, Billy.

Oh, my God.

Look at these tits.

Sh*t.

- Hey!

- Hi! Hey, what's up?

Hey! Come on in!

So what happened?

We were waiting for you yesterday.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

You know,

I had this thing with my friends,

- so I totally forgot and we went, like...

- Yeah.

- So you don't hate me, right?

- No, we don't hate you.

Never. Give me a hug, you little... Hate.

- Such a strong word.

- Thanks.

- Guess what I brought?

- What?

- Yeah! Ouija!

- Yeah! That's great!

Isn't that kinda dangerous though?

Don't be a p*ssy. Come on.

- I'm not... I'm just... I'm just saying.

- Hey, man, don't be a p*ssy.

- Oh, boy.

- Are you moving it, dude?

No, I'm not moving it.

I'm not moving it. Are you moving it?

- No. Are you?

- Sh*t.

No.

What is that? "B"?

This is moving too fast.

R- A...

"D." Brad.

Brad! She wants Brad, guys.

- Come on. A**hole.

- I'm just... What?

She knows what she wants, all right?

- Seriously, dude.

- I like that in a chick...

- You're out.

- Yeah, you're out.

- What do you mean, I'm out?

- Clearly, you're not capable

enough to be a mature person

to do this, so get out.

- Take a timeout.

- I need to be mature to do this?

- Take a kindergarten timeout, all right?

- This is serious, Brad.

- It's not a game.

- It's not a game?

- It's made by Hasbro, dick.

- Okay.

- Okay? Eight and up, that's the age.

- Be an adult.

Lady Azalea,

we're here for you.

Tell us what you want.

We're ready for you.

We're ready.

- Just tell us right now.

- We're ready.

Shine on.

Here we go, Lady Azalea.

Shine on.

- Just hit us with information.

- Patience, shithead.

Just open it up and lay it down.

Anything at all.

Lady Azalea, if you wanna

say anything, this is the time.

What, dude? What?

You just suck at talking to chicks.

I happen to be really

good at talking to girls.

Okay. Nice.

Should we take a breath?

- Okay, good.

- Your breath smells amazing.

Can you feel that?

You feel that connection?

Lady Azalea, we feel you.

I feel you.

I wanna feel your skin against mine.

I wanna kiss you all over your body.

I wanna feel you closer.

Your breasts,

they're just so luscious, so perfect.

Your booty's like heaven.

Your booty's so f***ing good.

- Are you moving it?

- No.

- Are you sure?

- I swear to God.

- "D."

- "D."

I wanna put myself inside of you

and then just live there.

I just wanna be inside of you

just like we're connected as one.

Do you want that?

- That's working.

- Is that what you want? Tell me.

- Keep doing it.

- Is that what you want?

Is that what you want?

You want it, right? Can I give you that?

- Can I give it to you?

- "I."

Just tell me. Tell me.

Tell me you want it.

You know you want it.

You know you want it.

You know it. Tell me.

"E."

Tell me you want it.

Die.

Oh, my God.

Oh, f***!

Billy! F*** you!

What? You okay?

Yeah, I'm good,

I'm good. What do you mean?

- Yeah. I was just worried about you.

- Billy...

- What are you doing? You all right?

- Billy, you okay?

- You good? Billy!

- Billy...

- Did you feel something grab my neck?

- What?

- Did you feel something on your neck?

- No. No.

Yeah, what the f*** just...

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine, dude.

- Are you sure?

- Everything... F***.

And then Fernanda was doing...

Where is she?

- Where's Fernanda?

- F***.

- Where did she go?

- I don't know.

I thought... I thought she...

- Wait, did she run with you?

- I thought she... I thought...

Billy, I thought you were...

I told you not to f***

with the Ouija board.

- I said it...

- I wouldn't, it was Fernanda's...

We f***ed up.

She probably ran the other way.

Fernanda? Hello?

Ferdy-fern?

- Hey...

- Hello?

Hello.

- Hey.

- Why'd you guys run?

Sergio took off running,

so I just had to...

- No, I didn't.

- I was worried about him.

No, that's not... Wait.

What are you doing

sitting there in the dark?

I'm adjusting my eyes.

Right.

Hey, so that was crazy what happened

back there, right? I mean, it was...

Yeah, you guys blew out

the circuit breakers,

'cause you, what, you have like,

19 cameras plugged in?

Yeah, we do. F***in' Serge.

Listen, I'm sorry,

but I'm just gonna turn this on.

Sorry.

There's something

going on in this house.

Yeah, that's what we were

just saying right outside.

We were like, "There's

something going on in this house. "

- She wants to communicate with us.

- Yeah.

We need to try harder.

- Harder, harder next time.

- Harder.

Are you guys ready to welcome spirits?

What?

- Yeah.

- Yes. Yes.

Yes.

You are ready?

Yeah.

What the f***?

This is retarded and you know it, Brad.

You know this is retarded.

This is what they do.

What?

I feel a strong presence in this room.

Okay, no. That's... I know...

It's because it's Chuck's room.

I think I need to go in there.

No, no, we're not allowed.

- Not allowed.

- We don't go in there.

It's one of the... Probably the worst

things you could ever say.

It's probably just the paint.

- Serge, look at me.

- What?

- I am.

- Don't you feel what I'm feeling?

What are you talking about?

Right?

- We need to go in there.

- Yeah.

Hey, can we just

take off our shoes please?

Brad, just focus. Focus.

- We need to focus, guys.

- I know,

- but we could probably focus outside.

- Sergio!

Let's open our hearts

and breathe in again.

Let it go.

- Lady Azalea, come.

- Come?

Come, I'll be your vessel.

I could be your vessel.

I could be your vessel, too.

Feel my heart's beating. Right here.

- Me, too. Oh, my God.

- Could you feel us?

Feel her.

Becky.

Fernanda.

Becky, please.

Shut up, Brad.

We're working on something here.

- Guys, let's focus.

- It's a sance.

Oh, my God.

Are you f***ing seriously

in my room right now?

Chuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

You know open flames

are a relapse trigger! God damn it!

What the f*** are you

still doing in my room?

Get the f*** out! Get the f*** out

of my face, Ching Chong!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Becky, Becky, get in.

Get in, get in, get in.

Oh, my God.

- Close the door!

- Oh, my God!

- Get away from me.

- That was amazing!

- Yeah, it was.

- That was amazing!

Guys, guys, guys...

- Sergio, let's go back.

- No, listen, listen, guys, we're...

We gotta take it down a notch.

This is too much.

- What do you mean?

- We're getting in too deep.

We need to pull out.

We need to pull out, guys.

- The ghost, the ghost.

- Oh, my God.

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