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In front of us is a typical brickhouse school building, there are a couple students running late onto the school property trying to make it to class on time. The sky is a bit overcast, not raining but low clouds have settled in.
Caption: I thought they were just being mean today. It wouldn’t be the first time.
Betsy-Ann is a pale 13-year-old girl with dark hair, her face is long as she pulls her fuzzy cardigan closer around her small frame, she looks meek and is shying away from her classmates behind her who have grouped into the typical cliques that exist in 6th grade, they chatter away ignoring her existence. The desks and chairs are slightly skewed and the teacher lounges in the back ground reading the paper.
On the playground Betsy-Ann stands embarrassed as she is picked last, one of the team leaders is waving over, albeit annoyed, a chubby boy, leaving Betsy-Ann as the last to be picked. Children play hopscotch off to the side and a chaperone blows on her whistle, red in the face at two kids fighting.
Caption: Maybe I’m annoying them.
Betsy-Ann crosses her arms as she looks over to her best friend and table mate, Mimi who is leaving her desk to partner up with another girl across the way. As everybody is paired now, Betsy-Ann has been left alone at her table. The other kids don’t seem to notice or care.
Caption: I thought at least Mimi would pick me as her lab partner. I guess even she’s tired of me.
Caption: Science class.
The school day is over and Betsy-Ann departs with her friends, leaving the school building as a prop in the background. There are three girls, Mimi, Alice, and Betsy-Ann as well as 3 boys, Duncan and Jeffrey who are twins, and Oscar. Betsy-Ann’s face is lit up as she listens to Mimi’s suggestion of a sleepover.
Caption: I thought today wouldn’t end, finally, something fun.
Mimi: You guys want to sleep over tonight?
Betsy-Ann: Th-That would be so much fun, I know my parents wouldn’t mind.
Jeffrey & Duncan: …
Alice: Fine, let’s get this over with.
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The clouds are rolling in thicker as the suns now setting casting an eerie atmosphere over a quaint two story house on a lonely, empty street. Some fallen leaves get caught in a small breeze.
Caption: The sleepover.
Betsy-Ann, Oscar, Alice, Duncan and Jeffrey all sit in a circle on pillows in the middle of Mimi’s room. Mimi’s pillow sits vacant as she pulls a game board shaped box off her shelf beside her bed. Her room is a stereotypical young girls room with girly trimmings on her vanity desk, flower print on her bed sheets. All of the children aside from Betsy-Ann who looks comfortable and content, look nervous and weary.
Caption: I like my friends, they’re so much fun when they stop teasing me.
Mimi carelessly drops a Ouija board in the middle of the circle of friends startling them. Betsy-Ann’s face drops, her happy expression in the previous panel has changed into horror and confusion.
Caption: They wouldn’t be fun tonight.
Mimi: We all know why we’re here. My parents aren’t even home so let’s all drop the act.
All of them but two have their hands resting on the planchette of the now assembled Ouija board. Only an angry looking Oscar and nervous Betsy-Ann keep their hands away.
Betsy-Ann: I don’t want to play, this is just creepy.
Mimi: Put your hand on, don’t be a coward, Oscar!
Betsy-Ann continues to protest, having to now shout over the rest her friends as they begin the séance without her compliance, Oscar having given in.
Betsy-Ann: I don’t want to play!
Collective: …So now for the living, let the dead come alive.
Collective (cont.): Greetings spirits, speak thee to us!
Betsy-Ann: Stop it! You’re freaking me out!
Close up of Mimi, she is yelling her command.
Mimi: Answer us!
Betsy-Ann’s hand aggressively reaches towards the planchette.
Betsy-Ann: You want to play?
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We can see all the children excluding Betsy-Ann, their faces twisting in horror as their arms shuffle this way and that on the planchette which is off panel. This is a wide shot, Mimi’s room in the background possesses ominous shadows hiding the comfort of her bed and creating a stark contrast of the moon that hangs outside the bedroom window.
Caption: We were all in for a surprise, just not a good one.
Mimi’s eyes hold tears in them, her brow is furrowed, her chin crumpled.
Mimi: Betsy-Ann, is that you?
Betsy-Ann (off panel): Of course it’s… Who else would it—
Betsy-Ann looks down at her hand on top of theirs, it is see-through, her body from her waist down is a hazy phantom of what she once was. Oscar chokes back tears, Duncan and Jeffrey look scared out of their minds as Alice and Mimi weep.
Mimi: we’re *sob* So-so sorry Betsy…!
Betsy-Ann grips her neck gingerly, her eyes widen as she remembers her untimely
Flashback. Betsy-Ann stands in the middle of an ominous empty barn on a worn stool, a noose hangs limply around her neck. Mimi ushers her on as Oscar, Jeffrey, Duncan, and Alice look impatiently on the two.
Betsy-Ann: I-I don’t know about this, Mimi…
Mimi: It’ll be hilarious! Don’t worry, it’s completely safe, we have your back, Betsy.
Mimi (cont.): Don’t be such a baby, ugh!
Mimi shoves her violently, Betsy-Ann swings. Her laughing friends are mere silhouettes as a deafening crack rings through in the barn.
Mimi (off-panel, now): Betsy-Ann…?
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Now. Betsy-Ann’s eyes narrow ominously, her hand gripping her neck.
All of the light bulbs in Mimi’s room explode and shatter, causing Mimi and the others to call out in fear.
On the far wall, the room now lit solely by the moon, a disfigured, twisted shadow rips a young girls silhouette in half as the others are trying to escape. Alice is trying to open the bedroom door but to no avail.
Mimi: We’re so sorr-GHGK!
Alice: It’s locked! Oh God!!!
Duncan tries banging on the window but is being yanked out of frame, screams of his friends and brother right behind him, but as we see from the empty street outside Mimi’s home, no one is around to see them.
Duncan: Help! Help! Help--GgkK
The room is quiet of screams. Betsy-Ann sobs quietly, her hands covering her face. All over the floor and walls and bed are her friends, ripped apart, intestines and organs draped across fixtures as though they were grotesque decorations. In the foreground is the forgotten Ouija board, splattered with blood and splintered. A single drop of blood is near it’s descent.
Repeat of panel 5 except for Betsy-Ann isn’t there though we hear echoes of her soft crying and the drop on the Ouija board finally lands, a small ripple in a puddle of blood and tissue.