A reunion play that only Haygen-Brice Walker could write. Lots of blood and sex and unanswered questions about human nature.

Reunions suck. Memories suck. Small towns suck. "Ouija..." encapsulates the awkward truth of having to face everyone you share something deeply personal with and the taboos that arise when you mix in time and distance. It's queer as fuck and even more relevant a fuck. The play is remarkably funny, tantalizingly dark, and filled with an element of shock that will make you think, "What on god's green earth am I reading," in the best way possible. This is truly one of my favorite plays ever (for context, I'm a professional hater). A must-read.

Wow, what a bloody brilliant play! Haygen-Brice Walker conjures a world filled with some the most distinctly likable unlikable characters (we love we love we love!), a pace that's as sharp as an arctic blizzard, and dialogue/stage direction commentary that is ruthlessly hilarious and harrowing in equal measure (my fave is "Who is this lady?/And what the fuck is she giving?") Ultimately what makes this play so great is how no ones hands are clean from the haunting horrors of high school havoc by the end of it - and neither are we as an audience. Highly recommend!