Ouija Page #13

DIFFERENT CLIP. Another bit of dialogue...

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

...the locker next to mine... see

I’m 306... and he’s 305 but he’s

got a girlfriend...

ON LAINE watching the tape. Realizing -

LAINE:

My God... she told it everything.

ON DEBBIE. !She's tentative. !Putting herself out there...

DEBBIE:

You’re my friend. !Right... DZ?

The planchette slides quickly to: ! B - E - S - T

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Best friends. Cool. Since I’m

being completely blown off. Now

she won’t even answer my texts. I

mean... we've been friends our

whole lives. Guess I don't exist

anymore..

ON LAINE as the color drains from her face. !She watches as

the planchette spells out: ! N-A-M-E

DEBBIE.

Her name? !Laine.

(beat)

Hey. You know the future, D.Z.

Right? Will we be friends again...

me and Laine?

The planchette falls totally still. !.

ON LAINE as she watches. !Not taking a breath. .

And then the planchette slowly starts to drag across the

board with an eerie scraping sound. !The planchette moving

until it lands on -- YES.

DEBBIE:

I knew it.

Laine swallows at the mention of her own name. Clicks the

next file -

60.

Now -- A DIFFERENT CLIP. !Debbie's dark room. !We hear her

BREATHING, having just quickly grabbed and turned on her

camera. !Frame adjusting. The sound of something moving in

her room.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Something's moving... what is that -

A LOUD SCRAPE. !Heavy across the floor. !Debbie turns on her

lamp, catching the last bit of movement as a chair in her

room slides by itself against the door. !Hold. !All we hear

is Debbie's BREATHING.

ANOTHER CLIP. !Debbie stands in her BATHROOM MIRROR, holding

the camera in one hand, pulling her shirt off her shoulder

with the other. There’s some kind of DARK MARK coming up

over the top of her shoulder.

She keeps the camera aimed at the mirror, turns around so she

can see her back... and there’s a much LARGER MARK across her

shoulder blade. Like something smeared on her skin.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

...the hell’s happening to me...? .

Debbie wipes at it with her hand. It comes off on her

fingers, a dark ash-like substance.

ANOTHER CLIP. DEBBIE IS BACK AT THE OUIJA BOARD.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Let’s start a new game. How does

that sound? Okay. Good. Here we

go. As friends we’ve gathered...

(If it sounds familiar, it’s because we’re now seeing the

computer cam POV of what we heard in the opening scene...)

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

It was fun for a while, when we

first started playing. But... I

feel like you’ve changed.

(beat)

I mean, you’re still my friend,

right?

The planchette skids down the board to the words GOOD BYE and

slowly SCRAPES across the letters (just like it did in

Laine’s last game).

DEBBIE’S LOOKS RIGHT INTO THE CAMERA, VOICE TREMBLING -

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

This is our last game. I’m not

playing ever again! Get out of my

room!

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LAINE KEEPS WATCHING... horrified by Debbie’s rising fear.

Debbie gets up from the Ouija board and walks out of frame.

HOLD HERE. The sound of Debbie opening her bedroom door.

Footsteps heading down the hall. Everything very still -

-- but in the background... a glass of water begins to eerily

slide across Debbie’s desk. Image GLITCHES then shuts off..

Laine sits there staring at the blank screen. A SOUND. She

slowly glances over... a GLASS OF WATER on her own desk.

Beat. And then it slides. Just like on the video. Coming

toward her. Smooth and steady. Stops right in front of her.

Then nothing. Silence. And then -

-- HER WHOLE ROOM ERUPTS! THINGS HURLING OFF THE SHELVES.

So sudden and intense. Her laptop goes sliding across the

desk and FLIES INTO THE WALL.

Laine SCREAMS! Jumps to her feet as Sarah rushes into the

room. !Breathless.

Sarah takes in the destruction with terror in her eyes. !She

and Laine trade a sick look.

SARAH:

The game...

LAINE:

...it’s not over.

EXT. DINER - NIGHT

The restaurant sits like an island amidst the surrounding

empty parking lot. We see Isabelle through the windows...

closing up, putting chairs up on the tables as the last two

customers leave.

INT. DINER - NIGHT

Isabelle has the restaurant phone against her ear as she

closes out the register.

ISABELLE:

...yeah. Dad, I got it. I know to

lock your office before I leave.

Okay. I’ll be home in a bit.

She hangs up. Goes over to the wall and turns out a bank of

lights. The restaurant FALLING DARK.

Isabelle gathers her purse from the counter, pulling keys out

when she suddenly STARTLES -- because SOMEONE has been

sitting in the far corner booth this whole time. Back

turned. In the shadows.

62.

Isabelle calls out --

ISABELLE (CONT’D)

Excuse me, but we're closing up.

THE FIGURE doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. From the shadows,

all we can see are two little glints where the eyes would be.

Isabelle is suddenly weak with fear.

ISABELLE (CONT’D)

Did you hear me? We’re closed.

But THE FIGURE -- just. sits. there.

Isabelle moves cautiously -- grabs a knife from the counter

and hits the lights. BAM!

No one is there. Booth empty.

Isabelle scans the restaurant -- but she’s alone. She sets

the knife down. Keys jingle in her hand. Ready to get out

of here. She moves for the door... and stops.

She stands at the daily special board. Frozen. The letters

have been rearranged, spelling out:

FNISH GAME:

Hands trembling, Isabelle pulls her phone from her purse...

takes a photo of the FNISH GAME message... as if to prove to

herself that this is really happening.

INT. ISABELLE’S CAR - NIGHT

Isabelle pulls her door closed. Freaked out. She glances in

the rear-view and notices something on her neck. Tilts the

mirror down for a better look -

-- to see a DARK MARK across her neck... similar to what we

saw on the video of Debbie standing at her bathroom mirror.

Five long steaks down her skin, a larger smudge at the

bottom. It looks like a strange HANDPRINT.

Isabelle stares. Touches it. Black residue comes off on her

fingers. Panic surging.

EXT. ROAD - NIGHT

Isabelle’s car speeds down the deserted late night streets.

INT. ISABELLE’S CAR - NIGHT

A heavy condensation has built up on the windshield.

Isabelle hits the defrost just as her cell phone on the

passenger seat starts RINGING.

Isabelle glances over at the caller ID screen --it’s Laine.

63.

She reaches for the phone just as the light turns red. She

hits the brakes and the cell phone sliiides off the seat --

slipping into the darkness underneath the passenger seat..

ISABELLE:

Sh*t.

EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT

Isabelle is the only car at the intersection. Engine

idles... red traffic light bleeding through the night haze.

INT. ISABELLE’S CAR - NIGHT

Isabelle puts the car in PARK. !The phone keeps RINGING as

she leans over... feeling around under the seat for it.

And while she’s down... we notice a light pole outside the

car slowing starts MOVING. As if somehow -- impossibly --

the rest of the world is sliding past the stationary car.

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