Ouija: Origin of Evil Page #2
Don't be silly, have some food.
I'll drop you off.
No, it's alright, Mom.
I'm walking with a friend.
Who?
Just a friend.
So, I got to go.
I'll get it.
No. No, Doris.
That's okay, I got it.
See who it is first.
It's some boy.
Really?
Hi, young lady,
is Lina home?
Yeah, she's right here.
Hey, ready to go?
Hi.
Who are you?
He's just a friend.
Hi, Mrs. Zander,
I'm Mikey.
- Are you ready to go?
- Not quite.
If you guys are walking to school
why don't you take your sister with you.
I can use the morning
to run some errands.
- But Mom, I have class.
- Thanks, honey.
I need my shoes.
Go help your sister get ready.
Come on, pipsqueak.
Wow, this is.
This is a beautiful home.
Mm.
Is there where you
do the seances?
Readings.
Come on in.
Have you ever
had your palm read.
Can't say I have, Mrs. Zander.
It's totally painless.
Mm, southpaw.
My husband was a lefty.
This is your head line.
This is your life line.
This is your heart line.
You're wearing a senior jacket,
how old are you?
I'm 17.
Lina's a sophomore, you realise.
Yes, ma'am.
What's wrong?
It's your life line.
You see how this curves here.
This could mean a few things.
- This is your dominant hand, right?
- Mm-hm.
I'll tell you this for sure.
If this hand or any other hand,
for that matter,
touches my daughter
in a way I don't like.
Ah.
I hate to see something happened
to your life line.
- You dig.
- Yes, ma'am.
Now off you go.
Repower and economy.
You need to see the new Rambler.
The new Ramblers are in
are your local Rambler dealer.
Dawson's Hardware, your friendly neighborhood
hardware supplier is having our annual super sale at...
- Is it true that your mom's a witch?
- You are so weird.
- Are those cobwebs in your hair?
- Inky little witch.
Doris the dorkest.
Doris the dorkest.
That's enough.
Go on.
Okay, let's go.
You know why people
say mean things, right?
Why?
Because they're scared.
It makes me kind of
feel sorry for them.
How about you?
Yeah, I feel bad for him.
Alright, off you go,
I'll be right there.
Thank you, father.
Does she have a lot of problems
with other kids?
Oh, she has her fair share
but it's nothing to concern at all.
She's been slow making friends
since her dad...
I know.
I talked about that with her.
It's very good of you.
She's a lovely girl,
it's really no trouble.
Thank you, father.
Maybe you could invite Father Tom
over for a reading.
I don't know if Father Tom
would want a reading, sweetheart.
So he can talk to his wife.
He's a priest.
They're not allowed to have wives.
He had one
before he was a priest.
She died,
just like Daddy.
Hey, what's this?
New prop, for work
Is there a presence here with us?
What is your name?
Marcus.
Yes.
No.
Who are you talking to, Doris?
Spirit, can you hear me?
Yes, we can.
And we can see you.
That will work.
What was that all about?
What?
Roger.
Honey, are you there?
I'm here.
Are you there?
HIFRIEND:
Hi, friend.
Now what?
Who are you?
Cut it out, Doris.
Doris?
Doris?
This is a little awkward
but I had to ask you
because it just seem
well, so unusual.
Have you been helping Doris
with her homework?
Oh god, uh.
Maybe not as much as I could,
I'm sorry.
Is she falling behind?
I can help her more.
It's nothing like that.
In fact,
unless she has learned cursive, then
somebody's been helping her quite a bit.
Um.
No.
Doris, who helped you with this?
My new friend.
Who's your new friend?
- I didn't do it.
- Well, I didn't.
And Doris definitely didn't.
Well, I don't know what to tell you
if... it wasn't me.
Did your sister do
your homework for you?
I told you, no.
Your new friend did.
I let her used my hand.
Do you think we'll have to move?
I don't know, sweetie.
Dad won't like this.
I should tell him.
As friends we've gathered,
hearts are true,
spirits near,
we call to you.
Daddy.
Did you hear that?
We may have to
move out of our house.
I'm sorry, Mom.
It's not right.
This was your dad's house.
Our house.
This is where
he wanted us to live.
If there is any part of him left,
it's here.
In these walls.
Doris doesn't really quite get it,
does she?
No.
She thinks he just left,
like he went to work.
It's better than getting hit by
some a**hole drive and drunk.
I think,
it's best she doesn't understand.
I wish he could watch
you girls grow up.
So he could see
the women you'll be.
Here you go.
What's that, honey?
It's for us.
Where-Where did you find this?
It's over here.
There's no more, I checked.
They're from people
who were here before.
How did you find out about that?
Daddy told me,
with the board.
Come on.
As friends we've gathered,
hearts are true,
spirits near,
we call to you.
Daddy.
We found the money.
Thank you.
It's hard to hear him sometimes.
Like a car radio when
we go into a tunnel.
You can hear him?
Whispers.
They are tough to make out.
But I can hear them a little better
when I'm at the board.
A lot better if I touch
the planchette.
Doris, this is mean.
It's okay, Lina.
Daddy, are you here?
Stop it.
Okay, then.
Roger, if this is you,
When I told you
I was pregnant with Lina,
where were you when I told you?
SHOWER:
Is she right?
He doesn't really need me.
Isn't that right, Daddy?
What are you looking at?
Sometimes I can see them,
through this.
But I haven't seen Daddy yet.
But I want to.
Roger.
Are you really here?
Look, she could've
manipulated the board in
any number of ways.
- You know that better than anyone.
- It's real.
What we've been doing here.
What we thought we where doing here.
We can truly help people.
We can actually do what
we've been pretending to do.
And Lina,
we can talk to Daddy again.
But how, Mom?
It's just a stupid game.
My mother was a fortune teller
before I was born.
Read tea leaves.
Tarot cards.
I thought it was silly.
I thought she was pathetic.
I thought it was all a scam.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe it just skips generations.
I'm gonna
take this to the bank in the morning.
I knew your father
would take care of us.
Good night, Mom.
Yeah, I guess I'm not allow
over there anymore.
Ellie's mom told my dad, he flipped.
Hell. It's not like he isn't hitting
one bottle or another
before he comes home from work.
Were you serious?
About what?
About homecoming.
Why?
I don't know.
I mean, yeah.
Yeah sure, I was.
We can go if you wanted to.
Or not.
It's just a dumb dance.
I do.
I want to go.
Great.
Sorry uh.
I'm just uh surprise.
You seem too cool
for these kind of things.
I'm not.
I'm not cool, I mean.
I bet you're wrong about that?
Mr. Russell.
Not much room for the holy ghost
is there, Mikey?
Three is a crowd?
Miss. Zander, could I have a word?
No offense, Father, but
I don't need to make room for
another ghost in my life right now.
Holy or not.
No, it's not about that.
You're a smart young lady.
I imagine you can trust yourself
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