Ouija Page #9

She heads toward the back, but stops at the daily special

board. A prankster has obviously rearranged the letters from

“Try Our Meatballs” to “Eat Our Balls.”

ISABELLE:

That’s lovely.

She puts the letters back in place. Then -

INT. DINER KITCHEN - NIGHT

Isabelle ties off a large bag of garbage... heads toward the

rear exit... passes her FATHER in the restaurant office as he

runs through the receipts.

EXT. DINER - BACK AREA - NIGHT

Isabelle comes out the back exit... nudges a brick against

the bottom of the door to keep it open.

She takes the sack of garbage over to the dumpster and heaves

it in. DRIFT AWAY FROM HER...

...over to the back door. As the brick door-stop begins to

slide across the ground. Sliiiding and -

SHHHUNK. !Isabelle turns to see the door has fallen shut.

She steps away from the dumpster and comes over to the door.

Tries the handle. !No entry from the outside. .

ISABELLE:

Hey!

She KNOCKS on the door. !Waiting. !Stuck out here alone

behind the restaurant. !Isabelle glances around. !The bulky

dumpster... her parked car... sodium vapor lights BUZZING

overhead.

Not a soul in sight... and yet... there is a presence. !Like

someone out there is watching.

Isabelle BANGS on the door again. !More urgent. !Doesn’t want

to be out here a second longer.

ISABELLE (CONT’D)

Dad! !C’mon, open up!

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There’s a faint fluttering sound. !Behind her.

Isabelle glances back. !Sees A FLYER on her car windshield.

Fluttering in the night breeze.

She goes to her car, passing through a pool of overhead

light. !Takes the flyer off her windshield. !Furniture Sale

Saturday! !She wads it up, and now notices something else...

The word ‘FREND’ written in the condensation on the driver's

side window. !The letters drip. !Like someone was just

here... having written the word with their finger. .

It seems innocent. !Isabelle wipes it away with her hand.

Stands there in the dark...

As her car ALARM suddenly goes off! !Scaring the hell out of

her. !It shrills through the night air. !Isabelle takes a

step back... something doesn't feel right. !The alarm keeps

BLARING as -

KA-THUNK! !The back door finally opens. !Light from the

restaurant spilling out. !We hear her DAD from inside -

DAD (O.S.)

What’s going on -- you okay?

DAD has Isabelle’s car keys. He shuts off the alarm.

Silence again. !Isabelle takes a final look at her car.

ISABELLE:

Yeah. !I'm good.

She steps inside and pulls the door closed.

EXT. LAINE’S HOUSE - NIGHT

Through a window, glimpse SARAH in the living room. Her face

bathed in the glow of her laptop screen. A GUY’S VOICE -

GUY’S VOICE (O.S.)

Imagine what could happen if one

million minds came together with

the same mission.

INT. LAINE’S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Sarah is on her laptop, watching a video on a website. A HIP

PODCAST GUY talks about the Ouija, as a ticker runs along the

top of the screen... 16,209 and counting.

HIP PODCAST GUY:

That’s right, we’re gonna be

talking with the spirits. Hit the

join button. All you need is your

mouse...

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NOW A “VIRTUAL OUIJA” on the computer screen. A demo shows

someone with their hand on a mouse, slightly moving... as the

planchette on the virtual game board also moves.

HIP PODCAST GUY (V.O.)

...and you can take part in the

world’s biggest Ouija game ever...

Sarah slaps her laptop closed.

SARAH:

So lame.

CUT TO:

THE OUIJA BOARD. Fingertips on the planchette as it moves

around to different letters. It’s the VIDEO FOOTAGE from the

other night.

INT. LAINE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Laine’s up late. Holding Debbie’s penguin keychain like a

worry stone -- watching the Ouija game video on her computer.

Playing back the part where the camera got knocked over. ON

SCREEN -

TREVOR:

If Debbie’s really here she can

show us -

ISABELLE:

-- let’s just say ‘goodbye’ and end

the game.

There’s a sound out in the house. !A low CREAKING. !Then -

BAM! !OUR POV suddenly shakes. !Like the camera’s been hit

hard. !THE POV TIPS BACK ON THE TRIPOD -- FALLS! !CRASHING TO

THE FLOOR. !We’re staring up at the ceiling.

LAINE (O.S.)

Who knocked the camera over?!

Laine stops the tape. Silencing the chaotic volume of the

game. REWIND. Everything moving in reverse. She hits PLAY

again, watching an earlier moment. The argument -

ISABELLE:

Laine said no physical sign.

SARAH:

So what? !I don't see anyone taking

their hand away.

Laine FREEZES the tape. REWINDS further and REPLAYS.

Watching the game as the planchette moves about the board.

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Specifically, she’s watching Pete. Closely. Trying to get a

read on his facial expressions.

Now studying his hand as the planchette spells out a message --

starting to wonder if he is making it move.

She hits pause. The image freezes between frames. It

creates a weird effect... and it makes Pete look strange.

His features suddenly menacing.

Out in the hall... a floorboard CREAKS. Similar to the sound

Laine just heard on the video playback.

LAINE:

Sarah?

INT. LAINE’S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Laine comes down the hall. So irritated. She opens Sarah’s

bedroom door.

LAINE:

Worm, if you’re sneaking out -

But Sarah’s not in her room. Beat... Laine continues down

the hall, to THE STAIRS -- and finds Sarah standing a few

steps below... quietly staring ahead.

From the top of the stairs, Laine can see that the front door

is wide open, lightly THUMPING against the wall... leaves

blowing in across the foyer from the outside.

Sarah slowly turns back... looking up at Laine. Quiet -

SARAH:

Someone’s in the house.

They hold a rising, terrified look as the sound of something

heavy suddenly SCRAPES on the floor downstairs. Like someone

accidentally bumped into a piece furniture in the dark.

Sarah bolts back up the stairs to Laine -- and together they

hurry into -

INT. LAINE’S ROOM - NIGHT

Laine silently pulls at Sarah, over to the closet. A hiding

spot. The two girls moving quickly -- quietly slipping into

the closet. Closing the door.

INT. CLOSET - NIGHT

Very dark in here. Laine and Sarah huddle close in the small

closet. Voices so quiet and scared --

SARAH:

Ohmygodohmygod...

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LAINE:

Shh-shh. Do you have your phone?

Good. Call for help.

SARAH:

Who the hell’s in our house?!

LAINE:

Just call -Their

faces visible in the faint glow of Sarah's cell phone.

THUD! A sound out in the house.

LAINE (CONT’D)

Sarah -- hurry.

SARAH:

I’m trying.

Sarah can't even dial her phone. !Hands shaking so bad.

And now something SLAMS against the closet door! Hands over

their mouths, the girls want to cry out -- but can't. !Takes

everything they have to hold it in.

Another SLAM against the closet door. Sarah drops her phone.

Laine grabs the closet door handle. Holds it tight. Trying

to keep anyone from getting it open.

It’s an excruciating moment. Waiting for what’s next.

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