He sits at the light board in the center of the room, surrounded by an intricate tapestry of electrical wiring. He reads the opening monologue, Serling-style. Three teenage girls are standing around the mirror. "Sisters of the pale wolf moon," the central girl intones, to no effect. They move to a Ouija board, which manages to call out with a voice from the other side, leading them through a new incantation: "Doodle doodle da da wobblety wum, a 10-pound watermelon drum."