Ouija Page #16

Sarah doesn’t notice, entranced by the pen as it edges closer

and closer toward her hand.

BEHIND HER. The DARK FIGURE slightly tilts his head. Cold

glints where the eyes should be... just like the glimpse of

what we saw in the back seat of Isabelle’s car.

ON SARAH’S DESK... as the pen finishes its way across the

desk... and then quickly slips right into Sarah’s hand.

THE DARK FIGURE BEHIND HER -- leans in closer, suddenly -

Sarah’s hand JERKS across the desk as she starts SCRAWLING

JAGGED LETTERS OUT ON THE COVER OF HER NOTEBOOK. Pen

snapping. Ink smearing.

And Sarah can’t control it. She can barely speak -

SARAH:

Help... somebody help me.

Sarah frantically looks around the classroom. It’s all

shadows. No one notices her. The TEACHER lecturing. The

HUM of the projector. Everything so far away. Like Sarah’s

desk is in a separate dimension.

The pen SCRATCHES into the notebook. MORE LETTERS being

scrawled out in messy smears of ink. Can’t see what it says

in the dark.

Sarah’s literally crying. So helpless. Fighting to resist --

but there’s nothing she can do. Finally, her hand comes to a

stop. Her pen drops and clatters to the floor.

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Frozen beat. And now Sarah feels it. SOMEONE sitting behind

her. She slowly turns around in her seat... daring a glance

back... seeing something we don’t see. Her eyes going wide --

-- and then WHOOSH!! Her whole desk SLIDES across the floor

of the classroom! SMASHING HARD INTO A WALL.

INSTANT COMMOTION in the class. The lights are still off.

Dim light from the projector. STUDENTS trying to see what

happened.

Sarah’s tumped over on the floor. Her wild eyes shooting to

the desk that was behind her --and it’s empty. No one

sitting there. TEACHER’S VOICE calls out --

TEACHER:

Sarah, what the hell’s going on

back there?! Everyone settle down.

Sarah grabs her NOTEBOOK and scrambles up. Moves through the

dark toward the door. Has to get out of here now.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

Sarah bursts from the classroom -- RIGHT INTO LAINE AND PETE

IN THE HALLWAY.

Laine sees how panicked her sister is. The tears on her

face. And Sarah keeps looking back at the classroom door.

LAINE:

Sarah, what is it -

SARAH:

-- he’s here.

PETE:

Wait. What happened?

Sarah’s looking everywhere. Paranoid. Doesn’t even feel

safe standing in the hallway.

SARAH:

He’s here. Following us wherever

we go.

Laine glimpses Sarah’s NOTEBOOK clutched in her arms -- the

jagged carved letters. She gently takes the notebook from

Sarah. It doesn’t look like anything, until she turns it

upside down. A MESSAGE -

FINSH GAME:

And now in the light, Sarah finally sees the message as well.

She stares with a sick look.

74.

EXT. VACANT LOT - DUSK

The empty neighborhood lot. !Trevor sits at the curb next to

his bike. !He checks his cell phone, looks up as Pete's car

pulls up across the street.

Laine gets out of the car and approaches. !Pete and Sarah

hang back, giving them some space. .

TREVOR:

Got your text.

(beat)

Hey, those things I said...

LAINE:

You’re here now. !That’s all that

matters.

TREVOR:

So... why are we here?

EXT. VACANT LOT - DUSK

LONG SHOT. !In the fading light of day, Laine, Trevor, Pete

and Sarah walk through the tall dead grass... heading toward

the spot where they burned the Ouija board.

Sarah stops. Doesn’t want to go any further.

Laine continues on... walks up to a spot in the dirt. Black

charred bits of wood and grey ash. Remnants from the fire.

Laine leans down, brushes away the ash.

Pete and Trevor stand over her shoulder... watching.

Laine keeps sweeping the ash away with her hand... a familiar

antique font alphabet appearing underneath.

It’s the OUIJA BOARD. !Totally intact. !As if the fire never

touched it. !The PLANCHETTE too. !Not burned. !It’s perfect.

Everyone stares. It’s a nightmare they can’t escape.

Laine stands with the board in her hands. !Beat. !She turns

it over. !And there's a BLACK SMUDGE on the back. !That same

CREEPY HANDPRINT we glimpsed in the Ouija internet article.

LAINE:

I saw this before. !On Debbie's

video... she was standing in the

mirror. !Something was on her skin.

It was this. !A handprint. !His

handprint. .

(beat)

Is that what he's doing? !Marking

us. !Telling us who's next.

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Pete, Trevor and Laine check themselves. Nothing. And then

Laine looks over at Sarah... standing there with her sleeves

pulled to her wrist. Laine doesn't even need to say

anything.

SARAH:

Don't make me look. !I don't want

to know...

Laine comes over... gently pulls one of Sarah's sleeves up.

Nothing there. !Pulls the other one up... and there's the

DARK HANDPRINT on her forearm.

SARAH (CONT’D)

I'm next. I'm going to die...

Sarah frantically tries to wipe away the black handprint.

She’s totally losing it. Laine takes her sister’s face...

trying to calm her.

LAINE:

No. !I won’t let that happen. !We

have to play one last time and then

it’s over. !Do you trust me?

Sarah holds the look with Laine -- nods.

EXT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - DUSK

Sun setting. !Trees casting long shadows. !EASE IN on the

dark windows...

INT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS

The downstairs is totally still for a long beat... then a

FIGURE moves through the shadowed house. !Stepping through

the broken mirror shards on the floorboards. .

It’s DEBBIE’S MOTHER. She walks slowly. Eyes searching.

Expectant. She freezes at hearing a dull SLIDING sound

coming from upstairs.

MRS. GALARDI

Debbie?

INT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - STAIRS - MOMENTS LATER

Debbie’s mother stands at the bottom of the stairs looking

up. She reaches for the handrail and begins to head up...

passing photos of her daughter along the wall. !Debbie’s face

distorted by the shadows on the glass as she passes.

MRS. GALARDI

Are you here, baby? !Let me see you

--I need to see you.

From upstairs... that dull SLIDING sound again.

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Mrs. Galardi keeps moving up the stairway. !Suddenly, she

stops. Gasping at the sight of --

-- a DARK FIGURE standing at the very top of the stairs by

the wall. !The face is concealed with one of Debbie’s painted

theatre MASKS.

Mrs. Galardi smiles in astonishment. !Her eyes alive.

MRS. GALARDI (CONT’D)

I knew it. !I knew you were here.

THE FIGURE just stands there. Not moving.

Mrs. Galardi continues up the stairs, almost to the top...

now just inches away from the FIGURE.

MRS. GALARDI (CONT’D)

I want to see that beautiful face

...just once more.

Mrs. Galardi reaches out with trembling hands and slowly

begins to lift the mask. !We don’t see what she sees --

-- as the smile fades from her face. Mrs. Galardi stares

with the most devastating expression of dawning horror. And

then it’s as if she simply can’t take what she’s looking at

and she SCREAMS. Loses her footing on the stairs. Suddenly

STUMBLES BACKWARDS --

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