Ouija Page #11

LAINE (CONT’D)

You really scared Sarah. !Let's not

do that anymore.

The planchette starts to move. !H - A - H - A.

SARAH:

‘Ha ha...’

Laine suddenly doesn’t feel right about this game. !Something

is off.

49.

LAINE:

Debbie. !The clock downstairs...

remember how it got broken? .

The planchette just sits there.

LAINE (CONT’D)

...when we were kids.

TREVOR:

(under his breath)

What’re you doing?

Laine doesn’t answer. !Focused on the board.

LAINE:

Who broke the clock?

The planchette hesitates. !Then spells: M - E

Laine looks up at the others -

LAINE (CONT’D)

I was the one who broke the clock.

It’s not her... .

(beat)

This isn’t Debbie.

SUDDENLY, WE’RE ACROSS THE ROOM. Watching the players from a

lurking perspective. Behind Debbie’s bedside table. The

lantern right in front of us moves. Just an inch. The players

don’t notice... focused on the game. The lantern moves again.

Slowly sliding. It inches across the table and --

-- CRASH! Everyone spins at the sudden sound and sees the

fallen lamp on the floor.

PETE:

What the hell was that?

Trevor in particular seems alarmed by the incident. He turns

back to look at the blindfolded Pete... suddenly not so sure

of his beliefs anymore.

Laine turns back to the planchette. The air feels thick. !She

asks in a cautious tone -

LAINE:

Who is this?

Like before, the planchette slides to 'D'... stops for a

moment, and then keeps going. !Over to 'Z.'

LAINE (CONT’D)

'DZ.' !We don't know you. !We want

to talk to Debbie.

50.

QUICK MOVEMENTS ACROSS THE BOARD. Letters appear in the

planchette window: 2 B A D

ISABELLE:

‘Too bad.’

LAINE:

Did Debbie make contact with you?

The board spells out -- M-Y-F-R-E-N-D.

TREVOR:

'My friend.'

A sick realization sets into Trevor’s expression.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Wait. !Is this who Debbie was

talking about? !This is the friend.

EASE IN ON LAINE... a rising sense of urgency in her question

amidst the revelations -

LAINE:

When the five of us played

before... that was you?

Planchette slides to YES.

MOVE AROUND THE CIRCLE OF PLAYERS. A beat on each of their

faces... now connected to this game more than ever.

LAINE (CONT’D)

And the night Debbie died... she

was playing the game. !She was

talking to you.

CLOSE ON THE PLANCHETTE. !Totally still... and then it starts

to VIBRATE HARD. !Literally RATTLING against the board.

Everyone stares, keeping their fingers in place. This is

something new. Pete sits there with his blindfold in place.

Getting tense at only being able to hear.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Did you kill her?

The lights from the surrounding lanterns begin to BRIGHTEN.

A LOW GROANING SOUND coming from somewhere deep in the house.

Pete rips the blindfold off. Can’t take it anymore.

Desperate to see what’s going on.

Isabelle closes her eyes, saying a prayer to herself.

51.

ISABELLE:

Please forgive us for what we have

done...

But Laine keeps pressing. !Has to know the truth.

LAINE:

Did you kill Debbie?

The planchette shoots over to YES.

The LIGHTS BRIGHTEN EVEN MORE on everyone’s stunned faces.

That INHUMAN GROANING SOUND IN THE HOUSE coming from all

directions!

LAINE (CONT’D)

What do you want? !Tell us!

The planchette zig-zags from letter to letter around the

board. A new message --FNSHGME

LAINE (CONT’D)

Debbie had the same message in her

journal. I don’t know what it

means -

Pete looks sick because he figures it out -

PETE:

'Finish game.'

Those two simple words said out loud -- and the game feels

more ominous than ever. The players squint against the

impossible bright light. !The planchette RATTLING LIKE HELL

UNDER THEIR FINGERS!

Isabelle is the first to bail. She yanks her hand away and

scrambles back from the board.

All of them now pull their hands away... backing away as

blinding light fills the room. Laine’s the last one at the

board. She pulls her hand away --

-- AND THE PLANCHETTE IS STILL MOVING. BY ITSELF! It’s like

a living thing twitching on the floor.

SARAH:

Laine -- get away from it!

But she can’t pull herself away, shouting at the Ouija board -

LAINE:

We’re done! Do you hear me? We’re

not playing the game anymore!

52.

She watches as the planchette skitters to the bottom of the

board, and then SLOWLY GRINDS across the words that are

printed there. WE HOLD VERY CLOSE AS IT MOVES LETTER TO

LETTER:

G O O D B Y E:

Laine stares as the overhead light suddenly comes on.

Growing brighter along with the other lights. BLINDING. It

pops! Glass showering down.

Pete pulls Laine away from the falling glass. Both of them

now safely against the wall.

Lantern bulbs suddenly POP AND BREAK -- the entire BEDROOM

falling into PITCH DARKNESS. !We hear the commotion of

everyone screaming in panic. HARD CUT TO -

EXT. EMPTY LOT - NIGHT

At the edge of the neighborhood... a dark vacant lot. In the

distance, THE GROUP stands around a small fire.

CLOSER WITH THEM. Some newspaper and a few dry branches

burn. Orange light flickers on everyone’s haunted faces.

ISABELLE:

What was that -

The fire crackles. No one else says anything. Too rattled.

Trevor has a little flask out. Coiled tight as he takes a

sip. But Isabelle has to talk this out loud, processing -

ISABELLE (CONT’D)

I mean... Debbie made contact with

something evil. You could feel it,

right? Like it was all over your

skin...

LAINE:

Iz, it’s okay -

ISABELLE:

-- it’s not okay! Because when she

played she opened the wrong door or

something. The game was just

sitting there -- waiting for us.

SARAH:

Please. Stop. Talking.

But Isabelle is lost in her own thoughts. In tears now.

Words tumbling out -

53.

ISABELLE:

-- and then we touched it! We’re

all connected now to whatever the

hell it is! It got Debbie and now

it’s going to get us! -

SARAH:

-- shut up! Just shut up!

PETE:

No. It’s over.

Everyone looks over at Pete -- as he tosses the OUIJA BOARD

on top of the fire. The board starts to catch, curling at

the edges.

PETE (CONT’D)

The board’s gone.

The OUIJA BOARD is now fully consumed by the fire. The words

GOOD BYE blister and bubble in the heat.

Isabelle wipes her eyes... trying to come down.

Sarah stands next to her big sister, as Laine pokes at the

burning OUIJA BOARD with a stick.

Silent, Trevor takes another sip from his flask, gazing into

the flames.

The fire pops. Pete stares up... watching the orange sparks

as they float into the night sky.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - DAY

Beginning of the day. Cars pulling in the school lot.

Sarah, Laine and Isabelle walk toward the school. Silent.

No one’s in the mood to talk.

Trevor locks his bike to the rack. !Sees Laine approaching,

but he heads off. Won’t even look at her. Something’s

forever changed between them.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA - DAY

Laine eats by herself. She looks off, her eyes catch -

PETE. !Sitting a few tables away with a couple others of his

“type.” !He happens to glance over -- sees Laine.

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