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Now, the furniture's not new, but it's
in pretty good shape. And it's just been

seen. Oh, it's beautiful.

Yes, it is.

The morning sun can be pretty intense,
especially if you're a night owl like

No, no, I'm a morning person.

Best light for painting.

You're an artist.

Well, that's what I'm here to find out.

Well, then this place is perfect for
you. Quiet building, nice neighborhood.

Well, fairly nice neighborhood.

Considering the area. Besides, you got
me right next door.

Yeah.

So, the bathroom is over here behind the
stairs, and the bedroom is right

upstairs in the lobby.

Yeah, I'm afraid it is.

This used to be a real wood -burning
fireplace here, but now it just operates

gas. You know, no fuss, no muss, huh?

I'll take it.

Great. When would you like to move in?

Next week.

That soon?

Okay. Well, you can sign the lease now,
and Elaine can sign it tonight.

Elaine? My wife.

She's the one that actually owns the
building.

And I guess I should warn you, she's a
bit eccentric.

What do you mean?

Oh, she's harmless.

It's just that she still thinks it's
1969.

Still want to move in?

Uh, yeah.

Well, then, welcome, neighbor.

What's your name?

Paige Benedict.

Paige. Well, I'm Jonas Loudon. If you
need anything, you call me, day or

I think I'll be fine.

You're the new girl in Unit C, right?

Yeah, and you must be Jonas' wife.

How'd you know that?

Lucky guess.

Elaine Loudon.

Paige Benedict.

And this is due.

Far out, he likes you.

Oh, boy.

I named him after the song.

The song?

You know, me and you and a dog named Do.

Well, I think the song is me, you, and a
dog named Boo.

What?

No.

Who'd name their dog Boo? That's a
stupid name.

Isn't it, baby? Yes, it is.

Whoa, that looks like it weighs a ton.

Yeah, it feels like it, too.

Well, what are you standing here rapping
with me for? Get it inside before it

breaks your back.

Good idea.

Get a grip, Paige. It's only a Ouija
board.

Hey, you got any cold beers in there?

Um, no.

I only got any coke.

Well, that's all you got.

Hello? Anybody home?

Is there anybody there?

Hello?

There's somebody here.

Oh my god, these things really work?

Who are you?

S? U?

Susan. Hi, Susan.

I'm Paige.

What are you doing here?

P.

R.

O.

M.

O.

Promo?

Promotion!

You know about the promotion?

Am I going to get it?

Susan?

Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Mitch, what are you doing here?

You forgot this.

I thought you might need it for your CPA
exam.

And really, Paige, the question is, what
are you doing here?

I mean, look at this place. It's a dump.

It's an artist's loft.

And living here is going to make you an
artist.

I am an artist.

Why? Because you did a couple drawings
when you were a kid?

You know, if you really wanted to paint,
Paige, you could have just set your

stuff up in the garage. You didn't have
to move out.

You don't understand.

Yeah, you're right, I don't understand.
Why don't you explain it to me?

I tried to.

You wouldn't listen.

Well, I'm all ears now.

Mitch, I can't do this anymore. I'm
sorry.

You can't do what?

Mitch, please!

Talk to me, Paige.

I can't! Just talk to me, goddammit!

Excuse me.

Everything all right in here?

Yes, everything's fine.

You know, man, maybe you should go find
yourself some business or something,

because right now you're in mine, okay?

Well, actually, this is my business.

You see, my sister owns the building,
and I'm pretty sure she has a policy.

against her tenants being harassed.

So?

So... You're not really going to make me
call the police, are you?

You still here?

2505, right?

What?

Your badge number.

I just wanted to make sure I had it
right. So when I call your superiors, I

tell them what a great job you're doing
for public relations down here.

Russell Upton.

Paige Benedict.

You must have a whole hell of a lot of
unpaid parking files.

No, he's Matt's boyfriend.

Carla?

Have you seen my books for the Eden
account?

I left them on Henry's desk last night,
but he can't find them.

Why are you asking me?

Well, I... You were the last one in
there.

George, I'll call you back.

Okay.

What are you accusing me of?

Nothing.

I just...

Um, well, you know, we're both up for
this CPA position, and

I... Listen to me, Paige.

Do you really think I need to steal your
work in order to beat you out of this

promotion?

I, uh, no.

Um, I, I, I don't... No.

I guess not.

Then why don't you go look for it
somewhere else?

Have you met any of the other tenants
yet?

Uh, no, not yet.

What about the guys behind you? You
haven't heard any strange noises?

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, they claim they're just roommates,
but I have my doubts.

Not that I would say anything, though,
because, like, I don't dig gossip.

Not like Wanda Asbell.

Who?

The writer in Unit B.

Never smiles.

Never sets foot out of her apartment.

Never has a pleasant thing to say about
anybody.

You know everyone in this building,
don't you?

I am the landlady.

Did you ever know anyone named Susan?

You mean Susan Sidney?

I... I don't know. Maybe.

Did she used to live here?

Two years ago.

Why? I found a Ouija board in the
closet.

Hiya, Paige.

Getting settled in okay?

Yeah, thanks.

Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry about that.

It's okay.

Listen, I'm the handyman around here. So
if you ever need anything, and I mean

anything,

Just let me know.

Thanks.

You're making a fool of yourself, Jonas.

Come on.

The shower drain is clogged again.

It's because you keep washing your
goddamn mutton there.

Well, I have to clean him, don't I?

Well, hose him off in the backyard. He's
a dog, for Christ's sakes.

Shh. He's sensitive.

You know he doesn't dig being called a D
.O .G.

Come on, Do. Mommy and Daddy are going
upstairs.

Elaine, you did way too many drugs at
Woodstock.

Yeah, my death.

I'm so sorry. God, I'm sorry.

Oh, God, that must have hurt.

I don't know what came over me.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Yeah.

Kill me.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to laugh.

Oh, here, come on.

There. How are you feeling now?

Better? Oh, yeah, yeah.

I always welcome new tenants by writhing
around in the dust bunnies, groaning in

agony.

I still can't believe I did that. I'm
usually not that aggressive.

What are you doing down here anyway?

Checking the boiler for leaks.

Shouldn't Jonas be doing that?

He's the handyman, isn't he?

Unhandyman's more like it.

He's got a great face, you know that?

I'm not coming on to you. I'm a
photographer.

Would you consider posing for me
sometime?

I don't think so.

I'd be way too self -conscious.

Okay. I don't want to push it.

But here's my card, in case you change
your mind.

Did Susan Sidney pose for you?

You knew Susan?

Elaine mentioned her.

Figures.

There's three forms of mass
communication around here.

Tell a phone, tell a fax, and tell
Elaine.

What was she like?

Susan, I mean.

Smart, sexy, totally independent, and
very tough.

She'd have kicked me just like you did,
but she never would have apologized.

So why were you and Elaine talking about
her anyway?

I found a Ouija board, and I think it
might be hers.

Probably is.

She was really into all that occult
stuff.

And yes, she did pose for me.

Awesome.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Susan?

Are you still here?

Susan?

Susan, is your last name Sydney?

And this is your Ouija board.

What are you doing here?

A?

T, artist?

You're an artist?

H, E,

L, P, health?

You need help or you mean you're here to
help me?

Susan?

Susan, what do you need?

Who did that?

Uh, E.

D.

E.

N. Eden?

The Eden account?

You know where my books are?

C.

A.

R.

L.

A. Carla?

What the hell do you think you're doing?
This is my office, my desk. How dare

you come in here like this? Will you get
out of here before I... Shut the fuck

up!

If you ever pull a stunt like this
again, you're going to need a calculator

count all the teeth you'll be missing.

Paige, it's Mitch.

Listen, I think we should talk.

Mitch, I'm at work.

Well, you wouldn't talk to me at your
apartment, so... You weren't talking,

were yelling, and I'm not putting up
with it anymore.

Damn it, Paige, just listen to what I
have to say.

Beautiful, Paige.

Beautiful. Now be sexy.

This is as sexy as I get.

Come on. You're not even trying.

It has nothing to do with trying.

I'm just not sexy.

I don't believe it.

Here, lick your lips.

I said lick them, not swallow them.

I'm sorry. I just feel silly.

That's because you're posing.

Try to be more natural. Pretend I'm not
here.

Easier said than done.

Okay. Then forget the camera.

Just talk.

Tell me about yourself.

What do you want to know?

Whatever you want to tell me.

Okay, I'm... I'm an only child, born and
raised on a farm in Indiana.

My parents were very old -fashioned.

And very strict.

I could have guessed that much.

How come?

You dress like Mary Poppins.

I beg your pardon.

Perfect. See, there's a natural pose.

Good enough for my driver's license, I'm
sure.

So how long have you been interested in
art?

Oh, God, as long as I can remember.

When the other little girls were playing
jump rope, I was doing charcoal

sketches.

Then how'd you end up an accountant?

Well, I wanted to go to art school and
become a painter.

But my father wanted me to go to college
and study business.

He said a career in art was too risky.

So he compromised.

I went to college and studied business.

You always do what your father wants?

Until he died last year.

And then I decided to do what I want.

Move out here and become a painter.

So what happened?

I met Mitch and fell into the same
doormat relationship I had with my

And he convinced you to give up
painting?

Well, it didn't take much. I hadn't
drawn anything in four years.

So it's like I have writer's block or
something.

And I'm not very good at confrontation.

At least not until today.

What happened today?

I don't know. I guess I just got tired
of always playing it safe.

Is that what made you change your mind
about posing?

It's Jonas.

He's had an accident.

What? How?

The boiler.

I begged him to stop drinking. I begged
him. He must have been drunk out of his

mind. She said it looked like he hit the
boiler room door with every tool he

had.

Where's Do?

Where's my dog?

He's probably in the apartment
somewhere.

I'm really not feeling that good, Henry.

I think I'm getting the flu or
something.

Oh, well, that explains it then. I
figured it had to be something pretty

in order for you to miss a day of work.

Uh, yeah.

You know, I'm sorry I didn't call. I
slept right through my alarm.

Oh, no, no, I understand.

You just get well quick, okay? Yeah,
okay. Thanks, I will.

Hey, just me what do you want I?

Heard about the accident here yesterday,
and I wanted to make sure that you were

all right Now

come in please

You look like shit.

You came all the way over here just to
tell me that?

No. I came over here because I wanted to
make sure that you were all right. I

was worried.

You did this?

Yeah, so?

Oh, it's great.

You really think so?

Hell yes, I think so. Paige.

When you told me that you wanted to
paint, I had absolutely no idea that you

were capable of...

I

guess I wasn't very supportive, was I?

Right.

Well, I should go. I've got to watch.

Mitch?

Could you do me a favor?

Name it.

A woman named Susan Sidney.

She used to live here about two years
ago.

Could you find out how she died?

What for?

Okay.

It might take a couple of days.

Okay.

asses to asses, dust to dust.

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh
away.

Rest in peace, Brother John.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and
the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm glad you came.

You look great, by the way.

Thanks.

I didn't see Elaine anywhere.

She hasn't accepted it yet.

I suppose it'll take time.

More than you know.

My parents died in 69. That's why she's
stuck there.

Yes, I'm sorry.

It was a long time ago.

I was just a kid.

Luckily, we inherited a lot of property.
Got us through the tough times.

If there's anything I can do, you let me
know.

Thanks.

Actually, she's better off without him.
He was a drunk and a cheat.

Russell! What?

You're going to tell me he never made a
pass at you?

I suppose.

You suppose.

Trust me.

He went after anything in his skirt.

Poor Elaine.

She doesn't know.

How could she not know?

She lives in her own little world.

Reality very rarely intrudes.

Do you think Jonas had an affair with
Susan Sidney?

I know he did.

That's how she paid her rent.

And Elaine never knew?

I made sure she didn't.

And Jonas sure wasn't going to tell her.

So how'd she die?

Who?

Susan, of course.

Susan's not dead.

She moved.

I made Jonas kick her out.

What?

Okay.

Who are you?

I know you're here.

Answer me, goddammit!

You're not Susan Sidney, are you?

Okay. You are Susan.

How did you die?

M... U... R... D...

R. Murder?

You were murdered?

No.

I don't believe you.

Russell says Susan's still alive.

R. I.

F.

L.

E.

C.

Rifle cape?

What's that supposed to mean?

Susan, what does it mean?

Susan, I can't help you unless you tell
me what you want.

Paige, hey, listen, I got that info you
wanted, but there is no death

certificate on file for Susan Sidney
anywhere.

You sure she's dead?

No.

Okay, well, I'm gonna run a trace and
see if I can find out if she's moved and

where, and I should have the information
for you by tonight, okay?

Hello? You still there?

I... Yeah, um, I gotta go, Mitch.

Okay, that's it.

I'm through with you, whoever you are.

This thing is going out with tonight's
garbage.

Are you sure you're all right?

Maybe we should call a doctor.

No, I'm fine. I just fainted.

You did more than that.

You scream like you were having a bad
acid flashback.

What's going on, Paige?

When did you paint this?

What do you guys know about Ouija
boards?

Not much.

I mean, supposedly ghosts can spell out
messages with that pointer thing, right?

Do you believe that?

No.

I figure it's probably just your own
subconscious.

How about you?

Last week I would have said no.

It's only a game like checkers or chess.

But now I believe it.

You do?

I'm not the only one, Russell.

Lots of people believe in spirits and
that you can reach them with a Ouija

board. You can.

I mean, I have.

I've been in contact with a spirit since
the day I moved in.

It claims to be Susan Sidney.

But Susan isn't dead.

How do you know that?

You haven't seen her in two years,
right?

That's why I've been painting again.

Susan, help me.

What are you talking about?

Susan was an exotic dancer.

What?

Susan wasn't an artist?

A con artist, maybe.

Well, there's only one way to find out
for sure.

Susan?

You are Susan.

Are you here?

Ladies, this is really weird. Poor
Russell.

I feel stupid.

So did I at first.

That's Stu.

Susan must be close by.

Susan, is that you?

And you still claim to be Susan Sidney.

Then you know these people with me.

Good. They want to ask you some
questions.

No.

Why not?

You are Susan Sidney, right?

U. P.

P.

W -N.

Uptown. Uptown? Susan, what's Uptown? U?

2 -1 -7 -P

-A -R -A

-W -O -O -D. Whoa.

217 Parkwood.

It's an address.

Susan?

Is that where you were murdered?

Come on, guys. This is not Susan.

Then what's your middle name?

When's your birthday?

Where are you from originally?

She's getting agitated. Why? Because she
can't answer the lightning round?

Well, maybe she's just confused.

Oh, I'm sure death is very disorienting.
Shut up, Russell. You're upsetting her.

Upsetting who? This is not Susan.

Oh, that's it.

I don't take this at all.

I'm splitting.

That was incredible.

Maybe you shouldn't use this thing
anymore.

There's a map in the side table.

See if you can find Parkwood Street.

You sure you want to do this?

Yeah.

I'm sure.

Hello?

Paige.

Listen, yeah, there is absolutely no
paper on this Susan Sidney at all.

So what does that mean?

Well, it means that once she moved from
there, she never reestablished a new

address, not with the phone company, the
post office, none of the utilities.

Well, that's unusual, isn't it?

Well, not if she moved out of state.

She could have moved in with somebody
here who just has all the utilities in

own name.

Mitch, what's a rifle cape?

I have no idea.

It's not part of a gun or something?

No.

Okay. I can't find Parkwood Street
anywhere.

What?

Miss,

do you know where 217 Parkwood Street
is?

Never heard of it.

You must have. It's uptown somewhere.

No.

Not unless... Unless what?

Are you sure you're not talking about
Park Woods?

Park Woods?

Right, the woods outside the city limits
near the interstate.

Yes, yes, that must be it.

Thanks, Mitch. I gotta go.

What's up?

Are there any shovels in the basement?

You know, if I were to list every stupid
stunt I've ever pulled in my entire

life, this would rate in the top two.

We don't even know what we're looking
for.

I think this is where Susan was killed
and buried.

So where do we start?

It's at 217 Parkwood. That must mean
something.

What do you think, we're going to find a
sign that says 217 and a big X that

marks the spot?

I don't know, Russell. It's a mystery.

You don't want to help me figure it out,
fine.

But I've spent my entire life playing it
safe. I'm sick of it.

Now I need to do this.

Not just for Susan, but for me.

What was that?

Footsteps. Someone else is here.

Or something.

We're in the woods, Paige.

It could be a bear.

Or a cat.

Let's get the hell out of here.

What the hell are you two doing here?

Mitch, something's chasing us.

All right, go to the car, I'll check it
out. No, come with me! Paige, just do

what I'm asking you to, okay?

Come on, Paige, let him play dirty here.

Who's your boogeyman?

Have you both completely lost your
minds?

Us?

You're the one who just shot Rocky.

Hey, listen, chucklehead.

Now is not the time for you to impress
me with your wit. You understand?

Mitch. No, Paige, you don't even know
this guy. What are you doing out in the

middle of nowhere with him?

She invited me.

The question is, what are you doing out
here?

I was looking for Paige. I was worried
about her.

Yeah?

Yeah. How do you know it wasn't you
chasing us back there?

What?

Maybe you're trying to scare her?

Get her to move back in?

Your charm sure isn't going to do it.

Stop it!

Both of you! You're real brave with that
gun.

Now you want me to get rid of it? Yeah,
give it to me.

Shut up!

You should shut the fuck up!

Come on, I'm taking you home.

Are you asking me?

Or telling me?

I'm asking you.

Please.

Okay, tomorrow.

What's happening to you, Paige?

What do you mean?

Well, look at the way you're dressed.

What about it?

It's not you.

Tonight's the first time I've ever heard
you swear, ever.

Since when did you notice anything I
said?

Or wanted, or cared about?

I noticed.

I'm not an idiot, Paige.

I knew you were unhappy. I just... I
don't know. I was afraid to mention it

you because I thought you would leave.

But I left anyway.

Oh, I didn't say it was a good plan.

It really hurt me when you left.

And you know how I get when I'm hurt.
I'm angry and nasty.

That doesn't mean that I don't care
about you.

I know.

I want you to move back in.

I can't.

Why not?

There's this Russell character. I
suppose he's a sensitive type. Knows

what you need.

I don't even know exactly what I need.

I know what you're thinking.

You've never seen a Jewish occultist
before.

Not to worry, I'm not orthodox.

First thing you've got to understand is
that spirits are all around us.

All the time.

But they can't reach us without some
kind of help.

Like the Ouija board.

Correct.

When you use the Ouija, you open a door
and the spirits...

Can step through.

So that's how she was able to break my
mirror because we were using the Ouija.

Right. No Ouija, no broken glass.

Couldn't that be dangerous?

Sure.

You get an evil spirit.

And that is they.

You could have furniture and silverware
flying all over the place.

Spirit of yours, she was murdered?

Yes. How did you know that?

They all say that.

Being dead must be real dull.

Because they love to talk to us.

But they know we won't talk to them if
they're just some boring schmuck who

from old age.

So they say they were murdered.

I guess even in the spirit world, sex
and violence sell.

So what are you saying? All spirits are
liars?

To a degree, yes.

What's a rifle cape?

You got me.

It isn't some spiritual term of some
kind?

Not that I know of.

Are you sure she didn't misspell it?

Is that possible?

Are you kidding?

Spirits are terrible spellers. Their
communication skills in general leave a

to be desired.

Look, assuming that all this stuff isn't
just a bunch of

mumbo -jumbo...

How can we be sure the spirit really is
who it says it is?

You're not sure.

Did you know her when she was alive?

I did.

I got just the thing.

For you.

What is it?

An automatic writer.

You use it just like a regular
planchette.

You put it on a sketch pad instead of a
Ouija.

And you stick a pen in this hole.

Then this Susan of yours will actually
have to write out her messages.

Well, what good is that?

If it's really her, it'll be her
handwriting, not yours.

That's incredible!

When did they come up with this?

What's today, the 5th?

About 2 ,000 years ago.

They actually predate Ouija boards.

Been around since at least 540 BC.

Which makes them only slightly older
than my mother -in -law.

You got any other questions?

Read this.

So as soon as we get back, see if you
can find a sample of Susan's

Can't wait to use this.

Maybe you should read the book first,
find out what you're doing.

You read the book. I know what I'm
doing.

What's the big hurry?

Why can't you wait one lousy day?

What for?

What for?

Paige, look at yourself. You're obsessed
with that Ouija board.

Russell, why do you even care? You don't
even believe in it.

No, I don't.

You were there, Russell.

You saw the pointer move with your own
eyes.

It was your subconscious.

Or Elaine's.

Or maybe even mine.

So who's subconscious shattered the
mirror?

I don't know. But there's a logical
explanation somewhere.

Yes.

Susan Sidney's dead and she wants me to
find her body.

Promise me you won't use the Ouija.

or the writer, until I read this book.

Okay?

Okay, Mom, I promise.

Paige, it's Mitch.

Listen, I think I found your friend
Susan Sidney.

You're kidding. Where?

Well, it seems a couple of years ago,
Park Woods was going to be developed

tract homes.

The plans fell through, but not before
they subdivided the land into lots, and

one of the lots is number 217.

Mitch, that's great.

Yeah, well, I'm going to head out there
right now.

Okay, yeah, I'll meet you there. No,
listen, it's police business. If there's

body out there, you're out of it as of
now. You got it?

No, no butts page and I mean it okay
Okay, but you call me as soon as you

find something I will

Susan, I have good news.

Mitch found your body. He's driving out
there right now.

Stop.

Isn't that what you want?

Snap out of it.

Oh, I haven't.

You had to use it, didn't you?

You just couldn't wait.

Oh, please, no lectures.

Still feeling a little faint?

It's nothing.

No, it's not.

I've been reading this book on Ouijas.

Do you know what they used to be called?

Before this century?

Witch boards.

Yeah. Witches used them to contact
demons.

You remember when I said you were
obsessed?

Well, I was right.

According to this book, when you use the
Ouija alone, like you've been doing,

you're very susceptible to the spirit
you contact.

At first, they'll be helpful and
friendly, so we can get you to use the

over and over.

And each time you do, he gets stronger
and you get weaker.

Soon you're so weak you have to use it
whether you want to or not.

What are you telling me? I'm a Ouija
junkie?

It's no joke, Paige.

It's called progressive entrapment and
it gets worse.

After you're addicted, the spirit
changes.

He starts to threaten and terrorize you.

Breaking down your resistance like
brainwashing.

So eventually, he can possess you.

Why would Susan want to possess me?

It's not Susan.

Yes, it is.

Look.

She lost this when she was killed.

This could be anybody's.

It's Susan's.

Oh, yeah?

Take a look at this.

What is it?

Susan's Lisa cream.

Compare the S's in her signature to the
S and stop.

It doesn't match.

No, it doesn't. Well, then who the fuck
is it?

It doesn't matter who it is or what it
is. You have to stop using the Ouija and

the automatic writer right now.

Russell, I'm not falling into
progressive entrapment.

Oh, no?

Here, let me read you some of the
symptoms.

Fainting spells.

Aggression.

Excessive use of profanity.

Overtly sexual provocative behavior.

What am I going to do?

I'm glad you asked.

Here, take these and toss them in the
dumpster.

Should I take the earring, too?

I'll hold on to it.

Good night, Paige.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah, I remember you're Mitch's
friend, right?

What?

Where?

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Russell?

Elaine.

Something wrong?

You tell me.

What do you mean?

You forged that lease agreement you
showed to Paige.

What are you talking about?

I found the real one.

Look.

Yeses all match perfectly.

It really is Susan's spirit, isn't it?

I think so.

And I think she caused Jonas' accident.

Elaine!

Wake!

Alright, you bitch.

I know you're not Susan.

So what the hell do you want from me?

I know you're here.

What do you want from me?

Answer me, goddammit!

Just leave me alone.

What are you doing out of bed?

I'm checking out. But Dr. Delano hasn't
released you.

Russell? Peg!

Listen, we need to go back to Park
Woods.

I know where Susan's buried now, and I
know how she died.

The only thing I don't know is why she
said the woods were uptown when they're

actually out by the interstate.

I thought you were going to stop using
the Ouija.

I don't think I can.

You were right. I've fallen into
progressive entrapment.

What's the matter with you?

She wasn't saying uptown.

She misspelled Upton.

You said you inherited property.

Parkwoods?

You murdered Susan.

Paige! Stay away from me! Let me
explain.

Paige, open the door and let me tell you
what happened.

Susan!

Susan, I need your help!

No! Don't use the Ouija!

Got you scumbag

Drop the

pickaxe We have to stop her

like you stopped Susan Sidney I Didn't
kill Susan Elaine did she must have

found out about her affair with Jonas?

Yeah, right

You just helped her hide the body,
didn't you?

No, that was Jonas.

I didn't know anything about it.

I really thought Susan moved.

Sure you did.

Paige!

Come on out here, babe. Everything's
under control.

Listen to me.

Susan came back for revenge. To kill
Jonas and Elaine.

But now I think she wants more.

She wants her life back. And she's going
to possess Paige unless we stop her.

What possessed page the hell are you
talking about man?

Hey

Officer Mitchell.

So nice of you to drop by.

What's with the gun, Rachel?

Aren't you happy to see me?

You can't kill me.

I'm already dead.

Look, Rachel.

I have nothing against you.

After all, Elaine is the one who killed
me.

Just let me walk out of here and we'll
call it even.

I can't.

I can't do this.

You don't have a choice. You shoot me,
you shoot Paige.

And it would be a shame to put a hole in
such a nice body when I just got it.

It is a nice body, isn't it?

Not as nice as mine, but then I was a
dancer.

You were a bitch.

And you still are.

But you wanted me anyways.

Didn't you?

And you wanted Paige.

Put the gun down, Russell.

And you can have us both at the same
time.

Come on, Russell.

It's not every day that she has to fuck
a ghost.

Stay back.

I mean it.

Nobody's innocent.

Evening, Officer Mitchell.

Where is she?

Tell me where she is, Miss Page.

Tell me where she is, you little bitch!

Where is she?

Right here, Officer Mitchell.

Mitch, help me, please.

Page?

Seven years bad luck.

Please.

Whoever you are.

Let Paige go.

Actually, I'm doing her a favor.

She was always afraid of life.

Fight her, Paige!

You fight her!

That's it!

Fight her!

Don't tell me you're having second
thoughts about moving.

No.

Now that Susan's body has finally been
found and laid to rest, I'm ready to

on with my life.

And I'm definitely going to go to art
school this time, and nothing is going

stop me.

So, can I call you once you're settled
in?

You'd be insensitive if you didn't.

You should know by now I'm not so easy
to get rid of.

You said I want to get rid of you.

You and Linda finally had that baby,
huh? Yeah.

Boy, named him Brandon.

Yeah, right, Jim.

Hey, look at this.

What?

It looks like one of those, you know,
the pointer things to a Ouija board.

Oh, man, those things give me the
creeps.

Look, this one's got a pen in it.

Huh, you can actually write with it.

Mike, come on, put it back.

We gotta go.

You don't think these things really
work, do you?