Title: "Living with Ghosts"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My Uncle Oscar, who rocked my cradle
Rating: G
Summary: It's wonderful living with ghosts.
Warnings: Referenced Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 4 February, 2012
Challenge: For a Gen-drabble LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Beetlejuice and Lydia are ﾩ & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. No one can own the Source of All Evil, but this particular representation of him is ﾩ & TM his respective owners, also not the author, and is used without permission. Everything else is ﾩ & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Lydia's black eyes snapped open. She winced against the bright, afternoon sunlight filtering through her cobweb curtains, then cringed as her baby screamed again. She left the comfort of her Gothic bed and ran to her equally dark nursery.
Yet, by the time she'd reached her child, she was already quiet. Lydia smiled as she saw the cradle being rocked by invisible hands. She smiled, remembering her own childhood. It was wonderful growing up - and living - with ghosts!
Her baby's cradle stopped rocking. Her daughter slept peacefully. Ghostly arms wrapped around her, and Lydia gladly gave herself up to them.
The End