Text: Parker Brothers produces over 20,000 Ouija boards in their factories per year.
Text: None of them are made by human hands.
EXT. GRAVEYARD— NIGHT
Four teenagers push aside branches as they make their way to a fence. Their faces are not shown, just their legs and their heads (one of which is wearing a hat with the Mercury car symbol on it). They hop the fence. Their feet drop down on the other side and they continue their walk. They pass gravestones so worn that the names and dates have been erased by a combination of the elements and time.
Spliced in with the above are shots of one of the teens building a Ouija board in his garage. Saw blades spin, sanders sand, and the teen blows sawdust off the finished board.
The group moves through the graveyard, trudging through overgrown weeds and bumpy ground. It begins to drizzle. They pass newer graves, names and dates now becoming visible as if they are moving through time.
Are we there yet?
Not yet. A little further.
C’mon, I don’t think it’s gonna
make a difference where we do this.
Besides, it’s starting to rain.
I said, a little further.
Where are we going anyway?
CHRIS pushes aside a branch and points.
It’s a little clearing between a bunch of old gravestones where they can sit.
So tell me again, why are we doing
Because you guys don’t believe me.
I know something will happen.
BRANDON shakes his head.
Man, the only thing that’s gonna
happen is that we’re gonna get
caught. We’re trespassing.
Unless we wake the dead, I don’t
think anyone’s gonna care.
LARRY looks troubled.
That’s what I’m afraid of . . .
CHRIS and ROCCO laugh. CHRIS pulls a Ouija board out of his backpack. It’s not like the ones at the stores. This one is different. Its edges are rough, its letters are uneven, its paint is blistery, and it bares the distinct quality of having been made by a pair of unskilled hands.
What kind of Ouija board is that?
A special one.
Why’s it so special? It looks
pretty shitty to me.
It just is, okay?
Where’d you get that thing anyway?
That settles it. They’ve got
everything on there.
They really do. I just bought this
All right, we’re losing focus.
Let’s do what we came here to do.
And that is . . . ?
To prove to you guys that Ouija
boards really work.
LARRY and BRANDON exchange a doubtful look.
Okay, I need everyone to put their
hands on the piece.
BRANDON sighs and puts his hand on the planchette. LARRY follows suit. The only one not to join in is ROCCO.
Rock, come on.
I’ll pass. I stopped playing board
games when I was five. I just came
along for the ride.
He takes a few steps back and leans against a gravestone, where he can watch.
(turns to the others)
Okay, put your hands on the piece
and keep them still.
They do. CHRIS looks up into the dark sky.
Are there any spirits with us?
POV: Someone or something hiding behind a tree watching the teens. They’re sitting in a circle around the Ouija board and ROCCO is leaning against the gravestone.
The planchette moves to the word "No."
Uggh! I said keep your hands still!
What are you talking about? I just
felt you push it.
LARRY and BRANDON laugh.
Hey, you dragged us into this. The
least we can do is try to have some
Well, I’m not having fun, okay?
Right now you guys are just wasting
What, like you actually expect
something to happen?
It will. Do it again. And this time
close your eyes.
LARRY and BRANDON put their hands back on the planchette and reluctantly close their eyes. When they do, CHRIS follows suit.
Are there any spirits with us.
The three boys’ heads form the points of a triangle around the board. In the center is the planchette with their hands on it. Slowly, it begins to move.