Ouija Page #7

Trevor doesn’t say anything. Laine looks up at him and sees

his expression. Hard to read.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Why are you looking at me like

that?

TREVOR:

I’m worried about you. That you

need this game to mean something.

LAINE:

You were there. You saw what

happened tonight.

TREVOR:

Yeah. And that guy Pete was there

too. I don’t know what he’s up to,

but he’s messing around with your

head. You believe that he saw

someone in the house... the mirror

just falling like that?

LAINE:

His hand. Why would he do that to

himself?

Trevor shrugs... gazes off.

TREVOR:

I mean... we really don't know what

he was doing there tonight. !Do we?

Laine doesn't answer. !Because Trevor's right -- she doesn't

know. !Trevor gives her a kiss, but he’s preoccupied.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

‘Night.

Laine heads inside. Closes the door. We hear it LOCK from

the inside. Trevor heads back to his car. His keyless entry

CHRIPS. He’s about to get in... taking one last look around.

The nighttime street is totally empty... no one around.

And yet, something feels changed.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - ATHLETIC FIELD - DAY

Girls dressed for Phys Ed stream out of the locker room,

tossing a volleyball around. Laine’s the last one. !Heading

to join the others on the field when -

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PETE (O.S.)

Laine.

Laine turns. !Sees Pete standing there behind the bleachers.

He approaches. !Laine glances at his bandaged hand. !It's

awkward between them.

LAINE:

How's your hand?

PETE:

Better. !Thanks..

Pete stands there. !Uneasy.

PETE (CONT’D)

Last night... with the game. !What

do you think really happened?

Laine doesn't say anything. !Cautious. !Pete keeps going...

PETE (CONT’D)

Because I was reading these

theories about the Ouija. !One of

them said it’s our subconscious

minds moving the planchette. !You

know? !Involuntary motor muscles

kick in and we're just telling

ourselves what we want to believe.

(beat)

There are only two things it can

be. Either our minds are playing

tricks on us... or we were really

talking to Debbie last night.

Laine regards Pete... and then she breaks. !Putting her true

feelings out there.

LAINE:

Yeah. I believe it was her.

Pete quietly nods... turns away. !Like he's trying to hold

back his emotions.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Did you like her? !You know... more

than friends?

PETE:

We hung out in class. She!always

said I was a good listener. !Yeah.

I thought maybe there could be more

between us. !That I should ask her

out. !But I never did...

(beat)

Deb used to talk about you.

(MORE)

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PETE (CONT'D)

The day you guys had that fight, she

was upset. !Whatever went down --

not my business. !But all the

stories she told me, the good times

-feels like I already know you.

We hear Isabelle SHOUTING from the field -

ISABELLE (O.S.)

Laine -- let’s go!

Laine glances over toward the field... suddenly feeling

isolated back here with Pete behind the bleachers. !The two

of them are out of view of the others..

LAINE:

I should go.

Pete takes a step toward her. Standing very close now.

PETE:

Laine, what do you think Debbie’s

trying to tell you?

INT. HIGH SCHOOL COMPUTER LAB - DAY

STUDENTS at work on an assignment, but Laine’s turned away

from her computer. Looking down at the palm of her hand.

CLOSER WITH LAINE. The Ouija message from last night written

in pen on her hand: 3 0 6 B D Y.

INT. HIGH SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY

Laine has snuck out of class, moving with purpose down the

empty hallway. Whispering numbers -

LAINE:

299. !300. !301.

Laine scans down a row of STUDENT LOCKERS. Stops at -

LAINE (CONT’D)

306.

REVEAL that Laine is standing in front of locker #306.

Remnants of a makeshift memorial. Notes. Wilted flowers

stuck in the locker vents. It’s Debbie’s locker.

Combination lock still attached. .

Laine looks back at the message written on her hand: !B D Y

LAINE (CONT’D)

‘B-Day.’ !Debbie’s birthday.

Laine enters a series of numbers and CLICK -- to her

astonishment -- the lock falls opens. Laine hesitates...

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glances around the hall... wondering if she should even be

doing this.

LAINE (CONT’D)

This is crazy...

SOMEPLACE DARK. A metallic rattle, a door opens... light

spilling in. We’re deep inside Debbie’s locker, looking out

at Laine. Linger here for a moment, then --

WITH LAINE -- as she checks things out. A messy math BINDER.

Graded papers in folders. A couple cans of Red Bull.

LAINE (CONT’D)

What do you want me to find...

Laine keeps digging. !Pushes aside a sweater in the back of

the locker to find a black and white marbled NOTEBOOK.

Notebook pages flip to reveal... doodles... to-do lists...

math scratch paper. !Nothing of significance. !Laine keeps

flipping... .

...suddenly stops on a detailed sketch of a OUIJA BOARD. And

as Laine slowly turns the page, there’s more. VINTAGE PHOTO

COLLAGES of people playing Ouija. Eerie images printed from

the internet that depict seance type gatherings and spirit

contact. This wasn’t done in the name of art. It feels like

the outward signs of an increasing obsession.

JOURNAL ENTRIES and dates are mixed in with the images.

Debbie’s handwriting. Laine reads a passage quietly to

herself as her face fills with deep concern.

MAN’S VOICE

Laine... what are you doing?

Laine turns and sees the history teacher, MR. SATLOF,

standing at the end of the hall, watching her intently.

LAINE:

Nothing...

Laine closes the locker, shutting us back into the DARKNESS.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - PARKING LOT - DAY

End of day. !Most of the cars already gone from the parking

lot. !We find TREVOR, Isabelle, AND LAINE hanging out by

Isabelle’s car. !Trevor has his bike out, resting against it.

CLOSER WITH THEM. !They’re flipping through DEBBIE’S JOURNAL.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Her journal... the whole thing.

Every word’s about playing the game

with some friend. .

(MORE)

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LAINE (CONT’D)

Over and over again. !Listen to

this...

(Laine reads)

‘...he's changed. !Started acting

really weird. !I don't want to play

with him anymore. !I'm going to

tell him tonight that it's over.’

Trevor takes the journal and flips to the next page to find

it blank. .

TREVOR:

That was her last entry... written

the day she died.

(to Laine)

And you’re sure she never says a

name of who she’s playing with...

LAINE:

No. !Like she was keeping a secret.

Isabelle swallows. .

ISABELLE:

What if Debbie wasn’t alone that

night?

They all absorb the impact of this. .

TREVOR:

That Pete guy. !Maybe he was with

her -

LAINE:

-- we don’t know that.

ISABELLE:

I got an idea. !How about we just

walk away from all of this.

LAINE:

I’m not walking away from Debbie.

Not again.

(beat)

If we figure out who this friend is

-- we figure out what really

happened to Debbie.

INT. LAINE AND SARAH’S HOUSE - DAY

Alone, Laine and Sarah’s grandmother NONA moves through the

house with a laundry basket. Spanish language TV on in the

background. !She picks up a stray sock on the stairs... and

notices another sock further up.

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