Say my name.

All you have to do is say my name, Babes.

Once…twice…third time's the charm…

The room was soaked in darkness. The deep night outside filled every corner, as if waiting to devour everything inside. But it was alright. At least the bed was warm. The day was so terrible that it didn't even matter at this point. Heavy eyes beckoned for the darkness in order to forget.

Forget…

Say my name…

A faint whisper crept into the air. A voice from long ago that it was almost unrecognizable. Upon realization of the source, chills covered every fiber of her being. How was it possible? It couldn't be. Her mind was just overwhelmed by what happened. No way could that voice exist.

But why would she imagine it? How could she? Maybe she really was losing her mind.

Say it…

There it was again! Like a splinter in her mind. It was a little louder now, making her start to feel nausea at the thought. It had been too many years. Those events left her when she moved away from that distressing house. Too many memories had scarred her to stay there.

Her black eyes darted across her small bedroom, scrambling for the source of the whispers. But the darkness had engulfed everything around her. The only thing she could make out was her vanity mirror, which sat atop a burgundy dresser across from her bed. She had to be losing her mind. The horror from earlier was making her imagine things. That had to be it. She desperately needed sleep. As she rubbed her sore eyes, she sighed and turned over in her bed, satisfied that it was only her imagination speaking to her.

As she buried her frail frame within her heavy comforter, she couldn't help but exhale a single word. A word that held such meaning to her that she almost felt her entire body shiver as it escaped her lips.

"Beetlejuice…"