Prologue:
It had been three and a half hours after the infamous bio-exorcist got his head shrunk from that voodoo magician and he was heading back to his spot at the waiting room. He wasn't in the mood for any clowning or joking around. He already went through with the GQ photo shoot and now he was pondering on how he would explain that whole situation to Juno when his time came.
''Damn that broad, that stupid little bitch.'', Beetlejuice said to himself, when he remembered her face and the kind of reluctance she showed during that wedding . Still, things couldn't get much worse than it was now. If he was able to cut a decent deal with the aged caseworker, then perhaps not only he would have his head back to its original size, but also find another way to implement all those revenge schemes that were forming in his mind.
''I am gonna get them, both her and those damn Maitlands, these fucking hillbillies.'', he thought to himself and closing his eyes in a vain attempt to continue all this daydreaming. The poltergeist acknowledged, though, the slow progress in the waiting room and decided that he had enough of it. Once he got up, he thought that a drink would be a a far more better option than staying here any longer. He didn't need to be reminded of the predicament that he was in, or the trouble that lied ahead of him.
Without making any fuss, he made his way through the offices and the accumulated paperwork, ending up in the same hall the Maitlands were not so long ago, at least by afterlife's time standards. He kept walking for some time, not aware that he passed by the rolling slade that concealed the lost souls room, and he was feeling somewhat grateful that no one in the desks in the previous room made any comment or even tried to strike a conversation with him. He was really not in the mood to talk to anyone about anything, all due to his rage and confusion that ate him on the inside. And he kept going his merry way, until his eye caught sight of a normal-looking door that had what appeared to be a cut-in-half circle shaped window, with three pieces of glass seperated by three lines. The way it was made reminded him of a sunset, and it would have been like that if it didn't have this peculiarity; the fact that a luminous green light emanated from what was inside that room.
For a while, the poltergeist forgot whatever troubled him at the moment. His curiosity got the best of him and after he gave a good handle on the doorknob, the door was opened, only to reveal that it was just some room with white walls and a table somewhere in the middle of it. The place was illuminated by a light balb, which didn't explain why he saw this shade of green shining through that window a few minutes ago.
He turned his head to the right and noticed the two janitors that were wiping the floor, and they seemed like they didn't pay any attention to what was was happening, nor were disturbed by what he was doing all that time. With a smirk on his face, and without any second thoughts, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.
He went to the table to examine a little closer, and on top of it there was something that appeared to be a piece of paper. When he went to look at it, he realized that this was a page torn up from some sort of noteook. He holded it on his right hand and noticed that one side was blank, but when he flipped on the other side, every line was filled with words, and not just any words. They were the names of places and people that he either knew or encountered when he was life, while the bottom was filled with several names and events of his afterlife, written down so roughly as if the person behind in a hurry to have it all down as some sort of document.
He hadn't have a clue whether this was real or someone's sick idea of joke, but when he reached to the last few lines, he came across the name of the girl he was about to marry and thus, he would have gained the freedom he wanted from the wretched hereafter, all those years ago, at that fateful summer night. He had the urge to speak her name out loud, lest he forgotten it for good.
''Lydia Deetz, Lydia Dee..'', was all he exclaimed and never finished, when all of the sudden,the enitre room was darkened, the walls and the table were gone, and the paper he was holding in his hands had vanished into thin air. Before he could react at the sudden change of his surroundings, he felt a sudden pain in his chest and fell to his knees, as if he was alive again and he was trying to grasp for air.