Ouija Page #8

NONA:

These girls...

35.

INT. LAINE AND SARAH’S HOUSE - DAY

Nona retrieves the other sock at the top of the stars, and as

she looks down the hall...

...sees that pieces of laundry are scattered on the floor

like a trail leading to Laine’s closed bedroom door.

Nona feels a chill. She puts the basket down, moves down the

hall, stopping at Laine’s door.

She hesitates at the door... then pushes it open.

INT. LAINE’S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Nona steps into Laine’s room and sees that the trail of

clothes continues across her floor to the bed.

UNDER THE BED... as NONA comes closer. Picking up the

clothes. Closer... .

BACK WITH NONA. She gets down on her hands and knees, starts

to lift the dust ruffle when behind her -- a SCRAPING SOUND.

Nona turns. !Just as the Ouija planchette falls off the desk

and lands on the floor. !She picks it up. !Confused. !And as

she stands she sees the OUIJA BOARD on the desk. In an

instant, she realizes what she’s holding and drops it.

Backing away from the board right into -- Laine. Home from

school. Both of them scaring the hell out of each other.

LAINE:

Nona, what’re you doing -

Nona points at the Ouija board... but won’t look at it.

NONA:

-- you should never touch such

things, let alone bring one into

your house --

LAINE:

-- it was Debbie’s. It’s just a

game. That’s all. Nona -

Nona’s doesn’t want to hear it. She’s out of the room.

Muttering something to herself. Laine picks up the

planchette from the floor. Beat, and we’re -

SUDDENLY TIGHT ON TREVOR. Sweating. Breathing. His face a

mask of total concentration.

EXT. SUBDIVISION STREET - DAY - LATER

Trevor bikes along the outer edge road of a neighborhood. No

traffic out here. Body leaning forward on the bike.

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Pushing hard. A little further. Reaching a mental finish

line... and then he coasts. Sits up. Catching his breath.

EXT. PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL - DAY

Trevor takes a sip of water... walks his bike to the entrance

of a long pedestrian tunnel. HOLD HERE... as Trevor enters

and slowly disappears into the shadows ahead.

INT. PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL - DAY

Bike gears clickclickclick as Trevor makes his way through

the narrow tunnel... light fading on him as he goes deeper.

Up ahead, a sound coming from around a tunnel corner.

...SCRATCH-SCRATCH-SCRATCH-SCRATCH.

Trevor stops. Silencing the clicking of his bike so he can

hear better.

The SCRATCHING gets louder... like nails on a chalkboard

echoing in this concrete corridor.

TREVOR:

Hey -- somebody there?

No answer... but something MOVES. An abandoned SHOPPING CART

slowly rolls out from behind the corner... drifts to a stop.

Trevor peers ahead into the darkness. Can’t see around the

corner up ahead. Was it the wind... or did someone push it?

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Who is that?

The cart just sits there. Trevor leans his bike against the

wall and unclips a safety light from under the seat. He

starts walking toward that corner. Coiled. On edge. His

red light BLINKING into the darkness.

TREVOR (CONT’D)

Pete? I swear to god dude -

He quickly rounds the corner --and no one’s there. Trevor

regards the empty tunnel... his light still blinking when

suddenly -- a small ROCK comes skipping out of the darkness,

landing at his feet. Like someone just tossed it.

Trevor picks up the rock. Rattled. He moves toward the

direction it came from... notices a sign on the tunnel wall:

PLAYGROUND -- with an arrow pointing to the exit. Trevor

runs his light across the sign, revealing that it’s been

vandalized. Some of the letters wildly scratched off.

Just the word PLAY remains.

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Trevor raises his blinking light toward the empty darkness

ahead of him where the rock came skittering in from. He

starts to back away... unaware that in the brief flashes of

red light -

-- SOMEONE IS BEHIND HIM. Just a shape. And Trevor is

backing up right toward them. Closer. CLOSER. He turns -

-- and it’s just empty tunnel. His bike leaning against the

wall. Trevor stares. Can’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t

alone here.

INT. NONA’S APARTMENT - DAY

Laine comes inside with her grandmother. Turns on some

lights. It’s a comfortable apartment.

Nona’s life and heritage.

The decor reflects

Laine and her grandmother say nothing. Then, in Spanish -NONA

The board. You used it. !Didn’t

you -- to try to contact your

friend?

Laine hesitates. !Then -

LAINE:

It was just once.

Nona touches the small gold cross that dangles from her neck.

NONA:

Do not turn to divination for

answers. There are things beyond

us that we must simply leave alone.

Promise, Elena. !You get rid of it.

Never touch it again.

Nona’s warning hangs heavy in the air.

INT. LAINE’S CAR - DAY

Laine sits in her parked car outside her grandmother’s

apartment building. Conflicted. She glances over, the

corner of DEBBIE’S JOURNAL sticking out of her backpack.

MOMENTS LATER. Laine still in her car. Flipping through the

pages of the journal. She can’t pull herself away from this.

She studies a page that has OUIJA MESSAGES jotted down. The

word fragments make no sense. Laine writes one of them out

on a piece of paper trying to decipher it...

FNS HGME:

Laine’s cell phone suddenly vibrates on the dashboard,

shaking her from her thoughts. !She answers --

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LAINE:

Sure. !Of course -- I’ll go check

right now. .

EXT. DEBBIE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Evening has fallen. Laine pulls up to DEBBIE’S HOUSE and in

the sweep of headlights sees a WOMAN standing out in the

yard, looking up at the house.

Laine gets out of her car and approaches the WOMAN. It’s

MRS. GALARDI. Just standing there.

LAINE:

Mrs. Galardi -- your husband’s been

looking all over for you.

Mrs. Galardi points toward an upstairs window. !Riveted.

MRS. GALARDI

I saw her... up in the window.

A chill runs through Laine as she looks up at the window.

But it’s empty.

LAINE:

It’s just the curtain.

Laine tries to guide Mrs. Galardi away from the house.

LAINE (CONT’D)

I told Mr. G. I’d wait with you here.

He’s going to take you back to your

sister’s. Okay?

MRS. GALARDI

What if Deborah’s still in the

house... and she needs me...

LAINE:

There’s nothing for you in there.

Promise me you won’t go in the

house.

MRS. GALARDI

I’ve been having these dreams.

Debbie’s in her room... and

someone’s in there with her. And

my baby... she’s screaming... but I

can’t hear her.

Mrs. Galardi turns and takes Laine’s hand -- holds it tight --

looking right at her with wild eyes.

MRS. GALARDI.

No one can hear her.

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INT. DINER - NIGHT

SUDDENLY, and quietly, we’re on a CHAIR. It just sits there.

EASE IN on the legs of the chair... as it starts to move...

sliding across the floor.

IN THE EMPTY DINER, WE FIND ISABELLE in her waitress uniform.

She pulls chairs out and flips them upside down on a table.

Sweeping underneath. Closing up for the night.

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