A.N. So I really wanted to do a movie-vers Fic for Beetlejuice. I love Michael Keaton's Beeteljuice. Especially the voice, ah man! Also the movie is more dark and adult, I rather like the more depth I can adventure with in the movie than the cartoon. ( Ill continue my cartoon world Fic at some point. ) This is another one-shot that I may make longer. Depends on if I write too much for one chapter...

Disclaimer - I don't own Beetlejuice or any of the characters.

{ Lydia is now 24 and been working as an art teacher for the last year. She had gotten herself a Boyfriend, but because of that Boyfriend she has to leave new York and the only place she can think of going is Winter River. Back to Adam and Barbara and him... What will happen when she takes up her old room and the memories of nearly 10 years ago are dragged back up. }

P.O.V. Lydia.

9:27PM.

" I'm quitting...sorry for the late notice...I have to go...yes I know...I'm sorry...I have to go. " I hung up the phone. Hardly heard anything the head was saying. I just need to get out of here. I walked into my big bedroom the phone vibrating in my hand. I decided to turn it off. Grabbing the duffle bag from on top of the wardrobe I unzipped it and started to throw things in it. Travel light its not like I cant get more clothes. When I was a teen I would only wear black, but in my later years of uni I started to wear more colors. Also these days I would wear more jeans. I grabbed the 2 pairs of shoes I would want. Black Doc Martins that went with everything and a pair of black Converse trainers. Next was my underwear all black. I walked into the toilet and scraped all the toiletries into the bag. Then I zipped that one up. I grabbed the other bag and started filling that with sketchbook and art supply's. My camera was packet lucky also my laptop was in its bag. Coming back into the front room putting on my coat and the docs. I went into the kitchen grabbing the two vodka bottles and the half finished pack of cigarettes.

The last thing I did after loading myself up with the four straps was grab my car keys and the flat keys. I left the light on since then he wouldn't know and locked up the place.

Throwing the bags in the back of my black mini I looked up at the flat. It really did look like I was still in. Good. I jumped in the drivers seat started the engine and drove. I didnt know where I was going. I could go back home, but he knew where that was. Where could I go that he wouldn't find me?

There was one place... I thought after a while. Dad still owned the place right? Okay there was a good reason for that. him...

Screw it he would never find me there, he doesn't even know about the place. Ill have to tell dad since he will worry, Delia on the other hand would most probably tell him where I was out of spite. Maybe. I mean she wasn't that bad, and she did care about me from time to time, I guess...

Driving for a long time really was a pain and the half pack of cigarettes were gone by the time I had reached the small town of Winter River the 2 or 3 days later. It was about 6:40 in the morning, so everything was quite, even though the whole town was quite anyway. I had gone straight through with about 3 hours sleep each day. Dad had rung me about 12PM on the Tuesday.

" Lydia, where are you? Are you okay? " That was all I heard from him lately.

" I'm fine dad, just going to get away for a while. Get some country air " I hoped he would understand that so I didnt have to tell him were I was exactly.

" Where? Why? " Nope. Dad always being thick as a brick...even when he was at the Winter River house he was stupid to everything that... happened?

" We still own the Winter River house right? " That would give it away. Never mind. Maybe if we didnt I would just go some place else. Find Prue or Bertha.

" Yes. No matter how hard I try the house wont budge. Its because of him probably. " Him... yeah. Anyone that step foot in there they would come out scared half to death, or dead. " Pumpkin..." Dad was building up to something serious I could tell. " Be careful. " I was silent and so was he. " And Pumpkin... "

" Yeah Dad "

" Is this to do with Sam? " Hit the nail on the head. I didnt want that to come up. His name made my skin crawl and burn in places that I didnt want to remember. " If it is, you know we can help you. I could set Delia on him. " The last time they had seen him was when I realized that Delia must care a little for me. I mean she was ready to rip his head off, but I wouldn't let her. If she did he had something over her and I couldn't let that happen.

" No, Dad Ill be fine. Its nothing to do with him. " I lied to make him worry less.

" Lydia you wouldn't just up and leave for no reason. " He was right I wouldn't. So I made one up.

" To be honest with you Dad. I miss the house. " It wasn't a complete lie and yes it wasn't a very strong one.

" Really? " I had a feeling that he had bought it though. Dad is so naive. " Oh if that's the case. " I was all ready for the conversation to be finished. " Ill put it in your name. " WHAT!? Ill be the owner but I cant afford the place with no job now.

" Dad, thank you but I cant buy it off you. "

" I know you cant, you don't have a job. "

" How do you know " I was shocked that he knew something.

" Well when they ring you saying that your daughter had quit with no reason. I figured you were not working there anymore. " Oh, I was the stupid one there. " You fax me the details of your flat in new York, and we can swap. How about it Pumpkin? " Really Dad was brilliant and a simple lie had gotten me out of the... situation I was in. Great. I didnt mind the tenants that were already there. Well apart from him... I mean Adam and Barbra wouldn't scare people like that.

" Dad, I love you. Do you know that. " He sighed on the other end.

" I know, and I love you too Pumpkin, just be happy. " Yeah the conversation can finish now.

" I am dad. Really I am " Another lie. " I have to go need the toilet. " Another lie. How many lies do I have to tell? Anymore and Ill lose track.

" Oh. Okay Lydia. We may come and visit when you are settled it. "

" No dad. You don't want to go back to the house after last time right? " I could imagine him holding his neck, since he was pinned to one of Delia's "art" pieces

" Hmm, I think that wouldn't be such a good idea. You come to us. " I sighed.

" Okay Dad. Bye " I said and hung up before he could say anything else.

So as I went up the small hill to the house all I could think of was him... not Sam. Shudders ran down my back at his name... Sam's that was. I think he was worse than... but I couldn't even think of his name. The black and white suit that was ever so nice that I had used it in may of my designs. The red wedding dress. I was scared out of my wits, but I couldn't deny that he did have an air of... of... hmm. My car reached the front of the house. I didnt want to get out of the car. I didn't want to go into, now mine, the house.

I opened the door and climbed out, slowly. I had hardly got out of the car in the last couple of days. My legs were nearly dead and all my bones cracks as I stretched. I looked up to the attic unlike when I was younger I didn't see the faces of Adam and Barbra, but I knew they were there. A faint sound was coming from the house. Sounds only someone who knew the house would know.

' Day-o me say day-o, day light come and me wanna go homeeee'

The song they had played to posses Delia's dinner party. That failed. From where I was I saw lights flickering in the attic window. I could still see ghosts by the looks of things since his sign was flashing up there. Great on sick-o to another one, but at least this one came with friends.

Jane, the woman that was in charge of "selling" the house had left a key under a plant pot on the front porch, so I took that and opened the door.

" Hello? " In the words of him. ' Its show time! '

( Should I continue ? )