Hey, ya'll its Halloween29, here with another story for your enjoyment! Ok, well here's the first chapter; hope ya'll enjoy. :D
Beetle Bash
Disclaimer: I don't own Beetlejuice, Tim Burton does, at least I think he does, I know one thing; I sure don't own it lol.
I do own: Emma Walker, her foster parents, and her pet hamster Skipper.
Chapter 1: Moving in
I hate this place, it sucks. It's old and crappy; I want to go back to California. My foster parents had to drag me to this place, Connecticut. Which happens to be halfway across the fricken country. My foster parents wanted to 'get away from it all'. What's all? I have to admit, the house was huge; it was white and about three stories. The realitor who sold us this house told us that it was haunted by ghosts…cool. Maybe just maybe, it won't be too bad…maybe.
"Come on Emma, come inside and pick out your room honey". My foster mom said.
"I choose my room back in California". I said sternly, but trying not to show it.
"Emma, do what your mother says". My foster dad said, not trying to hide his sterness. I sighed, i had lost this battle. My name is Emma Walker and I'm 14, my foster mom is Cathy and my foster dad's name is Pete. I have shoulder length black straight hair, I'm tall, thin and pale, and I have my real mom's red lips and my real dads, emerald eyes. I zipped up my black fleece and crossed my arms; it was cold out that's for sure. I walked into the house, creaking every time I took a step, piece of junk! I looked around, it was breathtaking. The house was beautiful on the inside, so modern and serene, I 'guess' could live here. A knock came from the door, making me jump a bit. My foster parents were out back, so I answered it. In the doorway was a tall woman about in her 30's, black straight hair, like mine but longer and in a formal bun, brown eyes, a smile across her face. She was thin, and wearing a grey work overcoat, a grey skirt, and black high heels. I smiled and outstretched my hand.
"Hi, Ms. Lydia". I said, she smiled back and took it.
"Hi Emma". Ms. Lydia was our realitor, she's the one who sold us this house and who told me about the ghosts. Sometimes back in California she would come over just for me, and we would talk forever about ghosts and supernatural stuff. But thats just when she use to visit California, which was not often, she lives in New York. When she was old enough to move out she moved back to New York, her homplace. My foster parent's think I'm a Goth just because I wear cargo pants black fleeces and shirts, and black skater shoes, which happened to be my outfit for that day. Ms. Lydia said when she was young she used to be a Goth too, but I told her I was a happy Goth; if they even exist…well, they do now!
"Won't you come in"? I asked politely, I have always respected Lydia. She nodded and walked in, she took off her jacket revealing a white collared button up shirt.
"This place still looks beautiful". She whispered under her breath as she hung her coat on a chair, she look up at me and smiled, so I returned her kind gesture.
"I'm gonna go out in the back and talk to your parents". I nodded.
"I'm gonna go pick out my room". I said starting to walk off, but she stopped me.
"Em, I want you to take this". She said as she took out a key from her pocket, I raised an eyebrow.
"What is it"? I asked as I took it and studied it.
"That's a skeleton key, it will unlock any door in the house". I looked up at her and smiled.
"Thanks Ms. Lydia". I said excited, she smiled at me, but this one was a very odd smile. Like she knew something that I didn't. She walked off, and I still gave her an odd look. Once I shook it off I went off to find my room. I eventually did find one that was nice, it had a great view of the front lawn and almost the whole town, it was on the second floor. The only room on the third floor was the attic, which my parents told me not to go in….yeah right! I set down my two suitcases and headed out my room. I looked around for the staircase leading up to the attic, I found it and headed up that way. I reached for the door knob and….it was locked. I slumped down, now what?
"This sucks". I grumbled. Then it hit me, the skeleton key; wow, why didn't I think of that in the first place…BLONDE MOMENT! I searched my pockets for the key, my fingers rubbed against it and I grabbed it. I was just about to put it in the lock when I heard voices, strange. I leaned up against the door and heard them more clear, a man and a woman.
"Why do families have to keep moving into our house, can't they just leave us alone"? The feminine voice said.
"I know Barbara, but don't worry only 27 more years until we can go to heaven". The man voice said, my eyes widened. GHOSTS! THERE WERE GHOSTS IN THE ATTIC! I quickly grabbed the key from the key hole and rushed downstairs to the backyard. I burst through the back door, and frantically looked around. I was so excited, I know you probably thought I was afraid, but thats so not me. I only saw my mom and dad, but no Lydia. I walked up to my parents calmly , trying not to be too obvious.
"Hey mom, dad, where's Lydia"? I asked, holding the skeleton key behind my back.
"She went home". My dad replied, my smile dropped.
"You don't mean, back to New York, do you"? I asked, they nodded. I sighed, and headed back to my house. I rushed back up the stairs and placed the key into the slot. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. It was very dusty and seemed with even the slightest movement the whole floor would collapse under me. I saw a model of the whole town, incredible, it was like an exact replica. I leaned down and examined the graveyard, it was one tombstone that caught my attention.
"Betelgeuse"? I asked myself, what the heck is that suppose to mean? I straightened back up.
"Maybe I was just imagining it. I mean come on, real ghosts in my house"? I giggled as I looked around some more. I picked up a book and my giggling seized immediately as I read the title. "Handbook for the Recently Deceased".
Sorry it was kind of sort, but I wanted to build suspense for the first chapter. I also wanna see what you guys think. Kay, till then. PEACE XD
