Ouija Page #19

(beat)

D.Z. -- if you’re here, make your

presence known.

It’s now clear what Laine’s doing -- she’s here to play the

game alone.

SUDDENLY -- A STRANGE POV. Looking up at Laine through the

Ouija board. Like it’s a window into the room. The letters

and words on the board are all backwards. And the sound in

this place -- an evil LOW GROANING like a rising storm.

BACK WITH LAINE in the shadowy room.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Just tell me that you’re here.

Talk to me.

EASE IN ON THE PLANCHETTE. Totally still. A twitch under

Laine’s fingertips. The planchette moves. Spells out the

familiar greeting --HI FREND

LAINE (CONT’D)

Hi friend. !Then our game has

started.

(beat)

I know something about you... all

the games you’ve played before.

The terrible things you have done.

The entire room seems to react with menace. A dull wind in

the dark blowing against Laine.

LAINE (CONT’D)

You move game to game. One to the

next. And now you're playing with

me. Just the two of us. That

means the last game is over. You

can’t hurt my friends... can’t hurt

my sister. Not anymore.

The planchette RATTLES on the board. There’s an angry energy

in the room.

LAINE (CONT’D)

But I’m here. I’m ready.

87.

INT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS - NIGHT

Pete and the still soaking wet Trevor hurry through the

house. Their light catching sight of Sarah. But Trevor

immediately notices that Laine’s absent.

TREVOR:

Where’s Laine?

SARAH:

She went upstairs.

With a sick realization -

PETE:

She’s with the Ouija. Alone.

INT. DEBBIE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Laine is still at the board. Fingers still in place.

The LANTERN flickers as Laine’s hit by an angry uncanny blast

of wind. An angry energy filling the room.

The closet door swings open. The mirror mounted to the

inside, reveals Laine's reflection. !She gasps at the sight

of a prominent large black HANDPRINT now on her arm. !She has

been marked!

And then she sees in the reflection -- BEHIND HER --someone

standing there. It’s D.Z. He reaches out toward her with a

strange stuttering arm. .

Suddenly -- THE MIRROR CRACKS. !Spiderwebs. .

A loose shard rattles in the mirror -- then sucked away by

the wind. Flies across the room. The sharp piece SLICES

Laine’s cheek. Draws blood.

There’s POUNDING on the other side of the door. Trevor’s

voice faintly yelling under the rising chaos in Debbie’s

room.

WHOOSH! Debbie’s shelves slide in front of the door. No

one’s getting in.

Laine shoots a look to the door. Knows she’s trapped.

Bathed in a little island of lantern light in the inky black

that surrounds her. This is where she’s going to die.

She takes a brave breath. Closes her eyes. Ready.

SLOWLY MOVE DOWN LAINE TO THE PLANCHETTE, rattling on the

board --as OTHER HANDS reach in. Fingertips touching.

88.

Laine senses something. Opens her eyes. Astonished to see

that SOMEONE is sitting across from her. Playing the game.

It’s a TEENAGE GIRL. The girl looks up with sad eyes...

It’s DEBBIE.

Laine whispers in amazement. !Totally overcome with emotion

to see her old friend sitting across from her.

LAINE:

Debbie...

DEBBIE:

Never play alone, Laine.

The way Debbie says these words... so full of regret. !Laine

starts to cry. !And Debbie does too.

Debbie looks around her room. !At all of her things. !And

then sees her bracelet on Laine's wrist. !She reaches out and

touches it. !A piece of her living on through Laine. !.

LAINE:

I should've been there for you.

I'm so sorry. !If I could do it all

over again....

Debbie smiles through her tears. !All is forgiven between

them. But Debbie’s smile slowly fades, sensing something -

-- and she suddenly spins and looks behind her. !Terrified.

DEBBIE:

Laine --he’s coming.

The LANTERN flickers. In the flash of light, DEBBIE NOW

LOOKS HORRENDOUS! Plastic dry cleaning bag wrapped tight

around her screaming twitching head.

Another LAMP flicker -- back to normal. A part of her stuck

here. Can’t move on.

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

Take your hands away.

Laine shakes her head. .

LAINE:

No! !I'm not leaving you again. .

The vibe in the room grows more intense. All around them, A

FIGURE drifts in and out of the shadows. There! Then over

there! It feels like being in the very heart of evil.

The PLANCHETTE twitches across the board.

89.

DEBBIE:

You have to, Laine... you have to

say goodbye.

Laine is crying harder. !Shaking her head. !Terrified but

willing to die right here.

LAINE:

I can't.

DEBBIE:

You need to go, Laine. !Live a good

life. !Do great things...

The two girls lock eyes with each other. .

DEBBIE (CONT’D)

...for me.

Laine is overcome. !Can barely get the words out.

LAINE:

Good bye...

Laine pulls her hands away from the board.

Alone, Debbie does a reverse circle around the board.

Finally moves the planchette to GOOD BYE, but she’s looking

at Laine when she says...

DEBBIE:

Goodbye.

THE ROOM IS RATTLING LIKE HELL. Everything reaching a final

pitch fury --

Debbie is now looking over Laine’s shoulder.

Laine slowly turns-- glances behind her -- A DARK FIGURE

STANDS THERE. Hovering above them. The uncanny wind howling

and storming around Laine.

Suddenly -- DEBBIE ERUPTS in her own fury. For a split

second, that disturbing death appearance of the plastic bag

around her twitching head. FLASH. Then normal again.

She bolts off the floor. Takes four running steps at THE

FIGURE. Both of them falling back into the shadows.

The WIND ON LAINE IS FEROCIOUS. She SCREAMS! Can barely

hear her. The LANTERN FLICKERS HARD then total darkness.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

Trevor SHOVES at the door. Finally gets it open --

90.

INT. DEBBIE’S ROOM - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS

-- he bursts into the room ---

to find that everything is totally still. He shines his

light around the room. The calm after the storm.

Laine’s not here.

It’s just the board sitting on the middle of the floor. A

smear of blood on it. Next to the board, the planchette.

It’s literally cracked in half.

Sarah moves in behind Trevor. Taking in the room. Doesn’t

see her sister anywhere.

SARAH:

Laine?

And Sarah starts sobbing. Fearing the worst. Trevor holds

her. Both of them speechless.

Pete crouches down. Nudges the broken planchette with his

flashlight. Taking in the stillness of the room.

A faint sound. He shines his light over by the bed. Can’t

see anything. Pete moves forward... closer... around the

side of the bed.

And there’s LAINE. Huddled in a corner. Her head buried in

her arm.

Pete gently reaches out... touches her.

Laine glances up. Surprised to see him. Surprised that

she’s even here. Laine looks at her arm --the handprint

mark that was there is gone..

Sarah turns. Sees her sister. Races over to her. Crying

even harder now. They hold each other. Not letting go.

EXT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

PULL AWAY from the house. The horror truly feels over. The

spirit moving on to the next game. Somewhere out there...

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