Somewhere a few billion light-years away from Earth, a lone figue walked down a narrow alley, wishing he could just disappear. Not that he would ever tell anyone, but he was lonely. How in the Neitherworld was the most horrible, disgusting, ugly, and vile poltergeist to go about making, dare he even think the word, friends? It was preposterous! Little did he know, his world was about to be turned upside-down.
Lydia Deetz stared up at the three floor white Victorian that was to be her new home. She hated it. It was so angular, so modern art, so Delia. At least Dad said I could decorate my room the way I want, she thought. Turns out, she didn't have to. The room that she chose already was to her taste. She unpacked her wardrobe and knick-knacks, then laid down on the queen bed to read a horror novel. A few minutes later,she had the srangest feeling that some one was watching her. "What a weird day I'm having," she said to herself.
Beetlejuice was shocked. Who was that girl, and what was she doing in his mirror? Wait, why was- "Ooofff," he let his breath out as he fell onto plush carpet through the mirror. "Hey, what's the big idea?" he exclaimed, and the girl looked up. She threw her book down and went for the phone on her bedside table. Beetlejuice got there first. "If you call the police, I will disappear into thin air and they'll lock you in the loony bin or something. And neither of us want that. Right?" He really didn't want the girl to go anywhere. After all, he was bored and needed someone to talk to, even if that someone was alive and female. She let her breath out slowly. "OK, but any funny buisiness, and I'm drop-kicking you in the nuts," she warned. "I'm Lydia. Who're you, and what are you doing in my room?"