HEY ALL YOU LOSERS. Long time no talk. I've updated the WHOLE STORY, meaning things have been added where things seemed needed. So read the whole thing again, or a Sandworm will getcha.
She closed the curtains to the huge windows in her room, then lit the candle in the lantern located in the middle of her dark room. That lantern had been her mother's. What she didn't know, up until recently, was that there was a note taped inside of it inscribed with the chant.
She took a deep breath, as if all of her hopes and dreams were going to come floating loose with the next thing she was about to say.
"Though I know I should be wary...
still I venture some place scary. Ghostly hauntings I turn loose...
Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice!"
As many times as she had tried to have said it, nothing had ever happened. Or, at least, not to her benefit. Every time that something she hoped so greatly for failed her, she sank deeper into the never-awakening nightmare that she had buried herself within.
What she didn't know was that He was there every single time she called His name that night. She didn't know that He loved the feeling of being sucked back to the living world, to breathe in the scent of a young girl's very flesh. For him to show his face, however, he needed to evaluate if help is needed, deserved, and available.
Of course he was available, he was quite eligible bachelor, but what surprised Him was how quickly He realized that she was deserving.
As she climbed into her gothic bed sheets, he watched her from the dusty mirror. He noticed that she had a blank, almost painful look about her. He could swing a baseball bat at her and she wouldn't flinch. And if he could muster the strength to kill her, she wouldn't resist. She was a mess as well; that he knew, and it wasn't from just a lack of sleep. She was killing herself, and he wouldn't allow for her to become a ghost, just like him. He didn't care why he cared so greatly for her, for no one else of his world cares for anything besides their own troubles.
Once she was asleep, he, Beetlejuice, came forth out of her mirror and into her room.
He leaned over her and whispered into her ear.
"Lydia Deetz... I'm here now. Everything will be all right."
