Ouija Page #15

Trevor stares at her for a long moment. !His eyes unreadable.

Laine pulls out Isabelle’S PHONE, shows Trevor the ‘FNISH

GAME’ photo.

LAINE (CONT’D)

That message. ‘Finish game.’

Debbie got it too. She never

figured out how to end it. But we

can. And then this is over.

TREVOR:

You made us play.

Trevor’s tone is so cold.

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TREVOR (CONT’D)

This D.Z. kills Debbie -- kills

Isabelle. !It's coming for all of

us -

LAINE:

-- we can stop it.

Trevor suddenly explodes. .

TREVOR:

You think you can do something?

There’s nothing. !Nothing we can do

to stop it!

STUDENTS turn. !Now watching Laine and Trevor. Not

understanding. !Pete approaches, trying to ease the situation.

PETE:

Whoa -- Trevor. !Calm down.

Suddenly Trevor PUNCHES Pete and slams him against the

lockers. !Laine and Sarah SCREAM OUT in shock. .

TREVOR:

So who’s next?! !You! !Me?!

The teacher MR. SATLOF hurries over to break up the fight.

MR. SATLOF

Guys -- hey, knock it off!

Laine is too paralyzed to even cry. !Her world falling apart.

Trevor lets go of Pete, pushes through the crowd of students

and takes off down the hall.

Pete wipes his face with his hand. !Bleeding from the nose.

Laine reaches out to help him but he waves her off with an

embarrassed look -- “I’m fine.” And then he heads off as

well from the scene.

MOMENTS LATER. The hallway has cleared. Mr. Satlof stands

with Laine. She looks stunned. Totally lost. She can’t

even make eye contact..

MR. SATLOF (CONT’D)

Losing two friends in such a short

time -- emotions are all over the

place right now.

As we slowly ease in on Laine’s face...

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MR. SATLOF (CONT’D)

You need to talk to a counselor.

It’s going to take a while to feel

normal again, but you will overcome

this, Laine. There’s so much life

ahead for you.

Laine glances up at Mr. Satlof for the first time. Vibrating

with urgency.

LAINE:

You’re wrong. There’s no time

left.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - DAY

Empty auditorium. !Mostly dark. !A couple of work lights on

stage reveal painted scenery flats for a school production.

Laine wanders out onto the stage, looking around for Pete. !A

VOICE comes through the sound system.

PETE (O.S.)

If you're looking for me, I'm up

here.

Laine squints against the light and sees Pete in an enclosed

sound booth in the back of the auditorium.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - SOUND BOOTH - DAY

Laine enters the small blacked-out space of the sound booth.

The inner domain of the theater ‘tech crew’ guys. !Mixing

console. !Cable bundles. Laine finally breaks the silence -

LAINE:

Earlier, with Trevor -

PETE:

-- he’s scared. We all are.

Laine’s mind is running on fumes at this point.

LAINE:

The last page in Debbie’s journal.

She knew she was in danger. What

was she trying to do in that final

game?

Off their look -

CLOSE ON A COMPUTER SCREEN. Internet searches about The

Ouija. Clicking through pages. “Real Encounters of the

Supernatural.” “Ouija: Myth or Magic?”

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INT. HIGH SCHOOL AUDITORIUM - SOUND BOOTH - DAY

Laine and Pete are on the computer. Looking for anything

that might help them. It’s all basic info.

LAINE:

Nothing. Same stuff on all the

sites.

Laine gets up. She goes to the window that looks out into

the auditorium. Everything feels like a dead end.

Pete stays at the computer. He types. Clicks. Types again.

Clicks. Starts reading something on the screen -

PETE:

Hey. Come look at this.

There’s now a PARANORMAL WEBSITE pulled up on the computer.

PETE (CONT’D)

I entered ‘Ouija’ and the initials

‘D.Z.’ into a search and this is

what came up. I guess this

happened a while back.

Laine clicks into an article. The HEADLINE: “Friends Die in

Tragic House Fire.” She starts to read -

LAINE:

‘Investigators never found a cause

for a fire that took the lives of

three high school students while

they slept.’

As Laine reads, we glimpse accompanying PHOTOS (circa early

80’s) that are on the webpage. Three TEENAGE GIRLS hanging

out in a bedroom. Making faces. And playing a OUIJA.

LAINE (CONT’D)

‘But there were rumors that the

girls had been playing with a Ouija

board.’

PETE:

‘Other friends from school

confirmed the reports. And that

the name of the spirit during

contact went by the initials D.Z.’

Hearing those same initials, it’s like Laine has the wind

knocked out of her.

LAINE:

This has happened before...

Pete keeps reading -

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PETE:

‘In our research, these initials

have appeared in other instances

in which players suffered various

outcomes... sudden death due to

unexplained accidents... cases

where people simply vanished...

never seen again --’

Laine clicks on another PHOTO on the website. FIRE

INVESTIGATORS sifting through the remains of the burned down

house. Laine clicks another photo of the destruction -- and

notices something.

She enlarges the image. There -- amidst the charred remains

of the house -- a OUIJA BOARD. Uncannily undamaged by the

fire. And then another photo of the back of the board.

ANOTHER PHOTO. A BLACK SMUDGE on the back of the board. The

shape... it looks like a HANDPRINT. .

Laine turns to Pete, her nerves shredded. He’s on the same

wavelength. The world feels like it’s closing in on them.

LAINE:

My god. ‘Finish game.’ I thought

it was a message -- something we

had to do to end this. But it’s

his pattern. D.Z. kills all the

players. !And then he’s finished.

Moves on to the next game...

PETE:

...and it starts all over again.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM - DAY

Lights are off. A TEACHER lectures at the front of the room,

projecting science charts on a screen.

DRIFT DOWN A ROW OF DESKS to Sarah sitting in the far back.

An empty desk behind her.

Sarah’s finding it hard to pay attention to the lecture. Her

thoughts stray.

She sets her pen down. Closes her eyes. Takes a breath.

Trying to tune things out, but something doesn’t feel right.

Sarah opens her eyes. The dim light in the classroom shifts

as the teacher advances to another chart.

Sarah glances down at her desk. Her pen sitting there.

Beat... and then it twitches.

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She keeps staring. Maybe that didn’t just happen.

Everything is very still... the droning voice of the teacher

at the front of the class... and the pen twitches again.

Very slowly, as if being moved by some unseen force, it

starts to slide across her desk.

Sarah watches in disbelief. Can’t pull her eyes away. This

seems impossible and yet it’s happening. Right here in

class! The pen continues its eerie drift from one side of

her desk to the other.

She looks over at the student across the aisle from her...

wondering if anyone else is seeing this. But the guy has his

eyes up front. Taking notes.

BACK ON SARAH... staring... the pen still moving like some

kind of dreamy time-lapse.

CLICK. Another projection chart. And in the momentary shift

of the light... we see that SOMEONE --an out-of-focus figure

-- is now sitting in that last desk behind Sarah that was

empty just moments ago.

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