Ok this is my first Beetlejuice fanfic, but I've thought about it for a while. Dreaming is believing I guess cause here it is!
Lydia's P.O.V.
I sat on my bed in my room reading a book. My eyes where glued to the pages as I read each well written word the author had wrote. It was call Black as Night, by an unknown writer. Of course it was a horror book with ghost and other paranormal stuff I like. I was just on the first ten pages, and I was already enjoying it.
I swear nothing could take my attention away from this book. That is, until there was a knock at my door. "Who is it?", I screamed keeping my eyes on my book.
"It's Barbra and Adam.", Barbra said from the other side of the door. I sighed and closed my book, seeing as they would want my FULL attention. I'm glad they knock, Delia would barge in then knock. Now THAT was annoying.
"Come on in.", she opened the door slowly as both her and Adam stepped in. "What do ya guys need?", I asked readjusting myself on the bed so I'd be sitting straight. Barbra sat down next to me at the edge of the bed, while Adam stood there awkwardly. He was always so uncomfortable in my room.
"Well we just wanted to let you know we'd be leaving shortly. And as you know we won't be back for a while.", Barbra said in a soft tone. I frowned. I hated when they had to leave to the ghost office or whatever.
"Didn't you guys go two months ago? You said you didn't have to go back for a while.", I was clearly upset. I HATED being alone with my step mother. I shifted in my spot so I could be facing them more. "I mean, if you're gone who will keep Delia from putting me in some frilly girly dress?", I tried to add some humor to the situation. Barbra giggled and Adam smiled.
"Well Delia's fashion sense is one of the scariest things I have ever seen," Adam added leaning against the wooden post of my bed. "But I think you can handle her. After all you are 17.", he said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes.
"16," I corrected. "My birthday is in a few months. THEN I'll be 17.", Adam gave me a 'you-know-what-I-mean' look. It got quiet between us and it seemed no one was willing to speak. So I decide to break the silence. "So..do you think you'll be back in time?", I said with a hint of sadness in my voice. Barbra and Adam exchanged worried looks.
"We'll do our best to make it back...", she said in a reassuring voice. She gently put her hand on my back to comfort. "Your birthday is in 3 months. We should be back by then.", she smiled sweetly at me. I sighed seeing there was no point in debating with her.
"Yeah, by the time you know it, we'll be back.", Adam said with a smile. I pushed myself away from Barbra. I looked down at my book bitterly.
"That's 'cause it's only a few minutes for you...", I grumbled under my breath. Adam put his head down, and Barbra just looked at me. She had that serious look of a mother. Silence fell over us again. We were just there, awkwardly waiting for someone to speak fist. Adam was the first.
"What's your book about?", he pointed to the black book on my bed. At lest he was trying to change the subject. I picked the book up and held it in my hand.
"Well its ghost stories. Based on true events actually.", I smiled at the book softly. "So far it's pretty good. Maybe I could tell you some of the stories when you get back.", Barbra smiled at me and nodded.
"I'd love to hear about it Lydia.", Barbra said happily. The atmosphere was no longer tense but calm. That is until Adam check his watch. He looked up at me as he grabbed Barbra's shoulder. She looked back at him with sad eyes. "Oh, Adam, do we have to go now?"
"I'm sorry Barbra. Juno wants to see us NOW.", with a sigh she stood up from my bed. They both headed to the door and I soon followed.
We went into the attic and Adam walked over to the chalk drawn door. Barbra pulled me into a tight embrace. "Alright, enough with the sweet stuff. You're gonna give me a cavity.", I said as Barbra pushed away. Next Adam gave me a huge.
"See ya soon kiddo.", Adam said as he walked back next to Barbra near the door. I waved them goodbye. Adam knocked on the door three time and it gave an eerie green glow. They walked inside and the brick door closed behind them. I sighed and turned to Adam's model.
I scanned the little model of the town. There was our house, the small grocery store, some other town shops, and the infamous cemetery. It housed both Adam and Barbra's grave. Along with HIS grave too.
If you look close enough you could still see it. The lone grave that marked Betelgeuse. No matter how hard Adam tried he couldn't get rid of the damn thing. And every time I looked at it I would remember him. Almost like re-opening a closed wound.
I thought about the day when Barbra and Adam almost got exercised, and my almost wedding day. What an horrible day that was, let me tell you. My stomach still turns just THINKING about being marry to a old dead pervert.
Of course the temptation of saying his name still lingered around me. Like doing something bad because it makes you feel good, that kind of thing. I would always avoid it by keeping my mind busy it usually worked. When the pull was strong I'd write down his name three times on a piece paper, and then set it on fire to watch it burn. Weird? Yes! But it worked.
I walked back to my room, grabbing my camera and go sight seeing. Sure, there was nothing really interesting about Winter Rivers, but it was plenty spooky. I also grabbed my book for some reading when I was done. I tried to sneak out the front door without Delia noticing.
"Lydia! Is that you?", she called from the kitchen. I groaned softly. I guess that didn't work out as planned.
"Yeah!"
"Could you come here please?", I was very tempted to say 'no', but she would've gone ballistic. I sighed and put my camera and book down on a near by table. I slowly dragged myself into the kitchen. There she was, cutting meat up. "Would you be a dear and run down to the store for me? Can you get some papertowls before we run out?"
"Why can't dad do it?", I asked with a hint of teenage rebellion. She looked at me with a glare and lips in a tight line. I threw my hands up in a surrendering manner. "Alright! It was just a question.", I turned on my heals and went back into the living room. I gathered my things and was out the door.
It was a relatively nice day out. It was near the end of summer, and transcending into autumn. The weather was perfect. A light jacket and capris would suit me just fine.
I went to the lake and take pictures of dead trees and wandering animals. Then I went to some part in the forest. Taking pictures of the shadowy figures hidden deep within the trees. My last stop was to the cemetery.
It was quiet there. Hardly anyone visits anymore. I started taking pictures of tombstones, spiderwebs, and one weeping willow. Once I was satisfied with the pictures I took I put my camera away and pulled out my book. I sat on a metal bench near by.
After about 10 minutes of reading my book I came across a mind numbingly familiar line. "He had survived the black plague, and seen death many times. He laughs at others misfortune. And wishes to kill the living.", my breath hitch as I read those lines aloud. Adam and Barbra had told me a few things about him. Some of these words matched his description. I knew he wanted to kill the living. Some red flags started to go up.
Yet I continued reading anyway. "He was the cause of all the havoc of the poor souls lives. And all you had to do was say his name three times.", my heart literally stopped beating. I knew EXACTLY who the author was talking about. No matter how much my mind begged me not to go on something told me to disobey. To continue reading. And I listened. "Just say Beetlejuice.", my eyes widened with fear and shock.
Did I just say his name out loud?! CRAP!?
Yay! I loved writing this! Ok a little boring I know, just bear with me. Let me know what you think. P.S. I know I spelt his name Betelgeuse in the beginning and made Lydia say Beetlejuice. When someone is gonna read the name it's gonna be Betelgeuse, and when someone says it it's gonna be Beetlejuice.