Disclaimer: The movie nor the series had never and will never belong to me.
Lydia sighed as she came into the new house that her family had moved into. It was quite too cheerful for her taste. At least she had time to design her own room with her parents out in town. Walking around in her room, she began putting up her decorations. By the time she had finished with her decorating, the room had transformed into that of a gothic castle from long ago. So, given the extra time, she wandered into the attic.
The attic was not a clean place; Lydia liked it. On one of the walls was a constellation of Orion, the hunter. Getting closer, she looked at the star which represented the hand. Obviously, it was much brighter and bigger compared with the other stars, whether it was on purpose or it was accidental, she did not know. Opening her mouth, she began to say the name of the star when a soft raspy whisper made itself heard.
Don't say his name now, don't you see
Never make those words come from you
Whether it's said in shrill or secrecy
You shall not say it, never do
Lydia shook her head. Maybe it was the wind; she opened her mouth to say the name. "Beetlejuice."
Silence now, silence now, my dear
Never say it even once, I'll be terrified
It's too risky to have him here
Don't you say it, don't you try
Not even twice, that's drawing near
If you hush up now, my friend
You'll have nothing to fear
If you say it there will be no end
God, trust me that there is no reason to
And if you try, I have no say
On what will happen to you
So do not say it, anyway
As the voice whispered, Lydia walked around the room, looking at the books and other things that were left. Seeing the name on a book, she spoke out loud. "Beatlejuice, Beatlejuice…"
that's drawing it too far
Close those lips now, do not say no more
Don't say it- not once- I don't care how brave you are
He'll haunt you forevermore
Smiling, she said it three times now. "Beatlejuice, Beatlejuice, Beatlejuice."
Silence! Do not go any further
Damn—those words are not to be abused
Do you wish to be murdered
Don't make him come out from his grave now, quiet
Don't say those words, don't say them
Don't make that thing come, don't call it
He's of the foulest of undead men
He'll resurrect to haunt the living and the dead
Silence now, so stop while you're ahead
Trust me, there's no reason for the name to be said
Just get the very thought of the name out of you head
Who or what is he, you may have asked
Who knows what's true
It is true, what he is no one can grasp
But there's no saying what it can do to you
Lydia turned back to the book. Opening it, she found a rhyme; a spell. "Though I know I must be wary, still I venture someplace scary. Ghostly haunting I turn loose, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." Waiting, she found that nothing had happened. Shrugging, she took the book with her and went down to her bedroom.
Opening the door she found someone hanging around in her room. "Hiya babes."
"Who are you?" She asked.
"The Ghost with the Most babes. So, why'd ya call me?"
"I didn't call you."
"Ya did babes. So what do you want?"
"I don't-" Pausing for a moment, she asked, "Where did you come from anyways?"
"Here and there." He replied, grinning his crooked teeth at her. "So what do you want?"
"Why are you asking me that same question?" She asked, tightening her grip on the book and held it close to her.
"Part of the job babes."
"What-"
"Okay, listen babes. Enough questions."
"Alright then. What about a trade?" He leaned back on the bed, crossing his leg, a puzzled expression on his face. "I ask a question, you answer. Then you ask a question and I answer." He shrugged, agreeing. "Why are you here?"
"You called me. Why?"
"I don't know. How did I call you?"
"You said my name three times. How did you know my name?"
"The attic upstairs. What do you do for a job?"
"Answering who ever call me."
"Isn't that kinda… bad?"
"Works for me babes. Gotta have a job ya know. So, why did you call me?"
"I didn't know that I was calling you."
"Ya mean to tell me that I came here for nothing?"
"Not exactly…" Lydia fiddled with the book her hands while looking downwards at the floor.
"What's your name?" Lydia found herself staring at deep green eyes that were very close to her face. He smiled at her.
Lydia gave him a small shy smile as she said, "Lydia Deetz."
"What a weird name." The ghost then sat himself in the air. "Strange and unusual."
"Is it?" Lydia questioned him, passing him and sitting down on her bed; setting the book besides her.
"Not to mention that you're strange and unusual."
"Am I?"
"Hmmm… you're talking to a ghost, does that give you any hints?"
"Maybe a little." She leaned back on the bed, glazing at the ceiling above her. "Do you have to go to anyone who calls you?"
The ghost did as she did and looked up at the ceiling as well. "Nope."
"Then why did you come to me?"
"I was wondering why a kid would call me, even if it was on accident." The ghost replied.
"Is Beetlejuice your real name?"
"Whadda think?" Lydia just giggled. "What?" Lydia just giggled even louder. Aggravated, Beetlejuice sat up and looked at her. "What I say?"
"Nothing!" Lydia began laughing as Beetlejuice looked more and more agitated.
"Oh Lydia! We're home!" A shrill voice came from the room below.
"You'd better go back from where you came from, my parents are home." Lydia said to Beetlejuice.
"Sure thing babes. I'll see you around then. Ciao." With that, the ghost disappeared.
Lydia's door opened to reveal a red haired woman. "Lydia! Come downstairs, we have the cutiest- Lydia! What have you done to your room?"
"I fixed it."
"But where are the cute yellow curtains I hung up for you?"
"I put them away mother. What was it that you wanted to show me?"
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