Ouija Page #3

MR. MORENO

-- that’s the guy you skipped

school with today? What the hell’s

going on with you?!

Sarah responds. !Her voice low. !Laine unable to make it out.

MR. MORENO (CONT’D)

Well, you better start caring.

Because I’m getting calls at work.

Principal said one more no-show and

you’re getting expelled -

10.

Laine watches as her father follows Sarah into the house,

their ARGUING VOICES muffled through the walls.

INT. HALLWAY - MOMENTS LATER

SARAH stomps up the stairs into the hallway and we get our

first real look at her. !Heavy makeup. !Growing up too fast.

Sarah sees Laine standing there.

SARAH:

Great. !Now I get to be blessed

with your opinion too. !Lucky me.

LAINE:

I can’t believe you weren’t at the

funeral. !Actually, I can. It’s

totally typical.

Sarah keeps heading to her room. !Laine follows.

SARAH:

Can’t be around people crying. !All

sad and stuff -

LAINE:

-- Debbie was always good to you.

Especially when mom left -

SARAH:

-- I know. !Okay.

(beat)

And now she’s gone too. .

Sarah steps into her room and closes the door, leaving Laine

alone in the hallway.

INT. LAINE’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Laine steps to her bed, starts putting Debbie’s things back

in the box. She glances over and sees that a PHOTO has

fallen on the floor. !Face down. !She picks it up.

It’s Laine and Debbie circa 7th grade. !The two girls are in

their pajamas playing a OUIJA BOARD.

Two girls playing Ouija. We’ve seen this photo.

Laine stares at the photo. Lost in thought. She notices

something. Runs her finger over a GLARE streaking across the

Ouija board in the image. It’s odd.

Then -- LAINE'S COMPUTER SCREEN. !Photo folders. !Click.

Recent Instagram pics of Laine and her friends.

11.

INT. LAINE’S BEDROOM - NIGHT - LATER

Laine scrolls through her digital photos. !Going backwards

through the years.! And Laine finally finds the exact same

photo of her and Debbie on the floor playing the Ouija.

Laine holds up the printed photo next to the image on her

screen. There's no glare on her computer version. !The one

from Debbie's bulletin board is definitely different.

CLOSE ON THE PRINTED PHOTO. !Suddenly lit up with a bright

FLASH OF LIGHT.

Laine takes a ‘snapscan’ of the photo with her iPad. !She

opens up the image in her photo app and ENLARGES THE PICTURE.

She scrolls around. !Down to the Ouija board. !That WEIRD

GLARE. Laine taps -- blows the photo up even more. !The

glare seems to perfectly highlight the word GOOD BYE at the

bottom of the Ouija board.!.

Off of Laine’s puzzled expression cut to -

EXT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - DAY

Debbie’s house sits in late afternoon shadows. Curtains

drawn. Trevor’s car pulls up in front. Laine gets out and

heads around the side of the house.

LAINE:

This’ll just be a second. I have

to grab something.

Trevor calls out through the rolled down window -

TREVOR:

I thought her parents were gone?

Laine doesn’t answer. Keeps walking.

EXT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY

Alone, Laine moves past a tarp covered swimming pool in the

backyard. She glances up at the dark windows of the house.

There’s a soft lapping of water from under the pool tarp.

Laine turns. A brief undulating MOVEMENT underneath... but

it’s just the wind. Dead leaves blowing across the tarp.

Laine checks under a small garden statue -- finds a SPARE

KEY. A hiding place she’s familiar with.

And when she looks back up at the house... there’s now a

LIGHT TURNED ON IN AN UPSTAIRS WINDOW. Laine looks at the

window, unsettled, as we go --

12.

INT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS - DAY

A CLICK at the back door... and Laine comes inside. Curtains

drawn. Still.

LAINE:

Mrs. G? Hello?

No answer. Laine moves through the kitchen. Coffee cups

next to an open tin of cookies... remnants of Debbie’s wake.

There’s a feeling that Debbie’s parents packed a few things

and simply left. So eerie.

INT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY

Laine steps to the top of the stairs. Down the hall... the

LIGHT is coming from Debbie’s bedroom.

LAINE:

Somebody there?

INT. DEBBIE’S ROOM - DAY

Laine moves into Debbie’s room. Everything here is just as

it was the other day. Preserved and untouched.

The bedside table lamp suddenly FLICKERS off and then back

on. BUZZING like it has a bad bulb. Laine unplugs it...

But now there’s a slight sound. SCRAAAPE. Laine turns --

eyes falling on the CLOSET. Is it coming from in there?

She goes to the closet. Hesitates. Knowing what happened in

here. Laine opens the doors. Darkness. Can’t see. She

reaches up, pulls the light cord -

-- and there’s a FACE. SOMEONE’S STANDING BEHIND THE CLEAR

PLASTIC HANGING BAGS.

Laine startles, as -

TREVOR (O.S.)

What’re you doing?

Laine spins to find Trevor behind her. Watching. As Laine

turns back to the closet, she sees that the “face” is

actually one of Debbie’s painted theatre masks, hanging on

the back wall.

Laine settles, looks around the closet shelves. And there

among some other games is a OUIJA BOARD. She pulls it down

and brings it over to the floor.

Laine sits there, runs her fingers over the antique lettering

on the vintage wooden game board..

13.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

So you came here looking for a

Ouija board?

LAINE:

We used to play all the time.

TREVOR:

Anything cool ever happen?

LAINE:

No, it’s just a game. But we

pretended it was real. Asked

questions about our future. You

know... ‘Will I ever find true

love?’ Stuff like that. Debbie

would always spell out the answers

I needed to hear. !And I’d do the

same for her. Like texting each

other. Old school.

Trevor picks up the tear-shaped PLANCHETTE out of the box.

It’s wooden. Looks homemade. Not the plastic kind that

usually comes with the game.

TREVOR:

And this is the thing you use --

the game piece?

LAINE:

The planchette. Debbie’s mom made

this one when she was our age. Put

her initials on the bottom. And we

added ours too. See?

Laine places the planchette on the board. !Touches it with

two fingers... moving it slightly across the board --

LAINE (CONT’D)

You know how Debbie and I had that

huge fight a few weeks ago?

Trevor nods.

LAINE (CONT’D)

I thought it would blow over. You

know, ’It'll be okay tomorrow.’ Or

next week. And suddenly there's no

tomorrow.

Laine looks at Trevor. !She is sick with guilt.

TREVOR:

Laine, you can’t blame yourself for

this. Friends have arguments. Why

Debbie did what she did... we’ll

never know.

14.

Quiet. Laine keeps looking at the board.

LAINE:

Sit across from me a sec. .

Trevor gives her a look -- knows where she’s going with this.

LAINE (CONT’D)

You aren’t supposed to mess with it

alone.

TREVOR:

You said it was a game.

LAINE:

It is. But...

Trevor sits across from her. !Watches as Laine puts her

fingertips on the planchette. !He does the same.

TREVOR:

Okay.

LAINE:

You do two circles like this. One

for each of us. Clockwise.

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