Ouija Page #10

Breathing hard. Scared to death.

And then ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE on the!other side of the door.

It sounds like someone’s banging on the door with their

fists. BAM! BAM! BAM! Over and over and over. Relentless.

The CLOSET DOOR RATTLES HARD -- someone’s trying to get in!

Sarah can't even hold back anymore. She SCREAMS. Falling

back into the corner of the closet.

Laine holds tight -- with everything she’s got. BAM! BAM!

BAM! Louder... LOUDER... SO GODDAMN LOUD! And then ---

it stops. !Completely. All the noise. Silent.

The longest beat... the girls hold absolutely still. And

then Laine gently turns the door handle.

SARAH (CONT’D)

Don't.

Laine does it anyway. !Opens the door...

44.

INT. LAINE’S ROOM - NIGHT

The girls emerge from the closet. And even in the dark,

right away -- they can tell that something’s different.

SARAH:

Where’s your bed?

LAINE:

Moved. Over there.

SARAH:

Everything’s moved.

The whole room has been rearranged. But there’s a

familiarity about the lay-out of all the furniture. Car

lights pass by outside, just for a moment -- casting a long

tree branch shadow across the wall.

Laine feels for a light -- CLICK.

It’s now set up just like Debbie’s room. Bed. Desk. Side

table. Even the OUIJA BOARD is at the center of the floor...

just like when they play it at Debbie’s house.

Sarah takes it all in... reeling.

SARAH (CONT’D)

This is so messed up... who would

do this?

Laine kneels down next to the Ouija board on the floor and

sees that the planchette is once again on the letter ‘D.’

LAINE:

It’s Debbie. She wants us to play

again.

INT. DINER - DAY

Corner booth. !Away from the other customers. !Everyone who

played the Ouija is gathered. !Except for Pete. !Voices

hushed. !Urgent. !Talking over each other -

LAINE:

-- and all the furniture had been

moved. Arranged just like Debbie’s

room. The game sitting right

there. It was her way of saying we

need to come back to the board -

TREVOR:

-- Laine. !Stop it. This is a

living breathing person who’s

trying to freak us out. The game

is not real.

45.

ISABELLE:

Then how do you explain someone

watching me last night, writing

messages on my car --

TREVOR:

-- it’s Pete. You ever wonder if

the guy might be a complete

psycho... making us think that it's

Debbie doing all this? I mean,

what do you want me to say here?

LAINE:

I want you to say you believe in

this.

But Trevor won’t give her that.

Sarah has remained silent this whole time. !Still shaken by

the night before. !She finally speaks, her voice quiet...

SARAH:

In our house last night, couldn’t

have been a person that did all

that. It was her. I’m with Laine.

We’ve got to keep going.

Isabelle looks at Laine. Puts it out there -

ISABELLE:

You think she's trying to tell us

the truth about how she died.

Laine holds her look. !It's dead quiet. .

LAINE:

Someone killed Debbie.

ISABELLE:

Why did we do this? Never should

have touched that thing...

LAINE:

We have to talk to her. We get a

name... and then we’re done.!!.

No one says anything. Just an incredible sense of dread in

the air. And then jolting us like a clap of thunder -

THE OUIJA BOARD. Larger than life. FOUR HANDS reach in...

fingertips touching the planchette.

INT. DEBBIE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Laine, Trevor, Sarah, and Isabelle sit on the floor in

Debbie’s room. !A couple of battery lanterns placed about the

dark room. !Everyone has a hand on the planchette.

46.

LAINE:

Four circles this time. !One for

each of us.

They CIRCLE THE BOARD clockwise. !One. !Two. !Three. !Four.

The game has begun.

LAINE (CONT’D)

As friends we’ve gathered, hearts

are true. Spirits near, we call to

you. If there’s a presence here,

make yourself known.

Long beat on the board... the planchette totally still. .

SARAH:

It’s not working.

ISABELLE:

Let me try. Debbie, it’s Iz. Will

you come and talk to us?

Everybody remains intensely focused. Barely breathing. !EASE

IN on the planchette. !Closer and closer... a feeling of

passing time...

...and nothing happens. !It sits there. !Lifeless.

SARAH:

I don’t understand.

ISABELLE:

We’re doing everything exactly the

same.

LAINE:

Not everything.

(beat)

Pete’s not here. Maybe because

there were five of us who made

initial contact... something about

our collective energy.

Beat... as Trevor gives Laine a look.

TREVOR:

Collective energy.

it. You know what?

Sure. That’s

There’s one

way to find out.

ISABELLE:

Bring Pete here --what if it’s him

doing all this?

TREVOR:

It’s okay, Iz. Laine, go ahead.

Invite him over.

47.

TIME DISSOLVE. FROM THE SHINING LIGHT OF THE CAMPING

LANTERN, we drift up to see that PETE is now sitting with the

others in the circle around the board. !He feels the tension.

No one’s talking to him.

PETE:

So what’s going on with this little

gathering? Seems like the party

got started without me. You guys

tried to play already, didn’t you?

TREVOR:

We’re going to do something

different this time, Pete.

Trevor has a bandana in his hand. Pete eyes it.

PETE:

Blackout. Okay, so we’re all

taking turns... or it’s just for

me?

LAINE:

For you.

TREVOR:

Unless you don’t want to stay.

Pete thinks about it -

PETE:

Fine. Go ahead.

Trevor comes behind Pete. Ties the blindfold over his eyes.

Cinches it tight. Pete’s eyes are completely covered. !No

way he can see the board.

Before they start, Trevor quietly TURNS THE BOARD 180

DEGREES. It’s now upside down for Pete, and he’s unaware.

TREVOR:

Okay, Pete. We’re starting.

The four friends reach in and put their hand on the

planchette. Pete blindly feels out and touches the

planchette with his bandaged hand. He’s the last one in.

Quiet beat on the Ouija...

Then, a TWITCH of the planchette. !IT MOVES. Like before,

slides across the board to the letter “D.”

Laine and the others silently take note... then a suspicious

glance at Pete with his blindfold. Laine turns her eyes back

to the board.

48.

LAINE:

Debbie, we want to help you. !Who

were you playing with? !Who was

with you the night you died?

The planchette slightly vibrates under their fingers... THEN

QUICKLY SLIDES ALL THE WAY OFF THE BOARD.

SARAH:

Whoa. !What does that mean?

TREVOR:

Because he can’t see. So he’s just

sliding it off the board -

PETE:

-- I didn’t do that -

LAINE:

-- Trevor. Stop.

Laine moves the planchette back onto the board.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Give us a name. !Who were you with?

The planchette just sits there. !Everyone staring. Laine

takes a breath, tries a new approach.

LAINE (CONT’D)

If you don’t want to say right now,

I understand. !How about something

else? Just so we know it’s you.

The planchette remains still.

LAINE (CONT’D)

The other night, you moved

everything around in my room.

A beat... and then the planchette slides to YES.

Laine exchanges a look with her little sister. !Sees the fear

on her face.

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