Hey everyone! I have been wanting for so long to make a story for Beetlejuice, but could never find a good storyline for it. Now that I have it, I have everything written on a piece of paper. I own none of the characters except some of the ones from the Netherworld, Rosanne and her friends and parents, and the main antagonist. Everything else belongs to Tim Burton. Thus, I hope you enjoy this story and the many strange and unusual tales it will tell.

Thoughts are in italics

"Speech"

I will tell you that most of the story will be in Rosanne's point of view but will switch to other characters through. Don't worry though because I will tell you when it changes.

Prologue:

It's been 60 years since Lydia's original "battle" with Betelgeuse. She and her husband lived the rest of their life in her childhood house after the death of her parents. Her ghostly friends the Maitland's still resided in the house and quickly welcomed her back. Lydia's husband Vince died a few years after they moved in, but Barbara and Adam stayed by Lydia's side until her death at the ripe age of 74.

Now her ghost(returned to a younger age) lived in the house among her friends and she was happy. Since her husband didn't have as deep a connection to the house as she did, he went to his original home. The house itself remained vacant for a year until another family moved in from a large city nearby.

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Lydia watched from the attic as the moving van rolled into the driveway. Yet another family had moved into her and the Maitland's house. It didn't take long after her death for a realtor to come hammering away at a sign in the lawn. Hopefully they had a child that could see her, Adam, and Barbara.

"Are they here yet?" Asked Adam stepping up to the window. He looked out and smiled.

"The moving van is the only one here right now." she replied.

"Hopefully they won't be like your step mom!" joked Barbara joining them.

They all watched as a red colored minivan rolled in behind the moving truck. The first person that came out of the car was a tall man with blonde hair. Lydia assumed that he was the father. From the passenger seat came a short, chubby, woman with long brown hair...the mother.

Finally, from the very back of the van came a younger girl with dark brown hair. Lydia smiled because for some reason she reminded her of herself when she first moved to the house. Only this girl was not quite as "dark" as she was. She had pale skin and was wearing a pale blue sun dress with black roses covering it. Her dark hair was pulled back into an array of curls that draped down her back and over her shoulders. She looked up at their attic window and smiled showing pearl white teeth.

"You think she saw us?" Asked Adam.

Lydia looked down and watched as the pretty teen helped her parents unpack and head to the front of the house. "It's hard to tell right now".

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They could here the sound of the door opening downstairs. A bunch of footsteps could be heard rummaging around in the kitchen and living room. Lydia left the attic and headed to the base of the stairs watching as the people moved furniture and bags into the living room.

"Rosanne! Come here for a minute." The mother called out a window. In came the young girl. She looked directly at Lydia, but showed no sign that she could actually see her. Lydia then returned upstairs.

Rosanne's Point of View

"Yes?" Rosanne replied.

Her mother told her to leave the unpacking to the adults and to instead explore the house and choose her room. Even though Rosanne was one year away from being considered an adult, she didn't hesitate in dashing upstairs.

She looked in each room: carefully examining them. It didn't take long for her to choose. The room directly in the middle of the second floor sparked her attention the most. It had a bay window in the very back of the room which let in many rays of sunlight. This is perfect! She jumped on her new bed and sat still taking in the new scent of her new home.

Rosanne was on the verge of falling asleep when she heard something fall from upstairs. Didn't that come from the attic? I hope we don't have mice! She left her bed and went to the staircase leading to the attic.

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Lydia's Point of View

She had just accidentally knocked over a piece to Adams town replica.

"Whoops sorry! Still trying to get used to picking things up without physical hands." She told Adam as he began picking the piece up, assuring her it was no big deal.

They then heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Barbara ran past her and Adam and locked the door.

"What if its the girl?" Lydia suggested "I don't think she would start any trouble up here."

"What if it's one of her parents?" Replied Adam pushing the door in. Lydia told them to take a chance. When the door knob began to giggle, they unlocked the door and held there non-existent breaths. Luckily for them, it was Rosanne.

Rosanne's Point of View

When she opened the door her jaw flew open at the sight before her. The previous owner or owners must have created this town replica. It looked so realistic and beautiful that she refrained from touching it in fear of ruining it.

She continued to look at it closely taking in every detail and comparing it with the real town. How did whoever make this make it so on point?

Lydia's Point of View

They all watched as the young woman took awe over Adams creation. Up close, they had agreed that she was pretty with her pale skin that made her bright blue eyes pop. But, she still showed signs that she was oblivious to their presence.

"We need to get her out of here." Barbara said waving her hand in front of the girls unseeing eyes. "She might bring her parents up here."

Lydia replied "I don't think she would do that..."

"If her parents are anything like yours though..." Barbara feared that if this girls parents were anything like Lydia's, they might try to change the house or sale her husbands piece of work. When Lydia moved back in, she worked hard to restore it to its original way before her death.

"You guys are so loud!" Said the girl looking dead at them.

Everyone jumped at the sound of her sudden realization.

"You can actually see us?" Said Adam with shock.

"I saw you as soon as I left the car this morning!" Rosanne replied.

Lydia was confused "You looked directly at me earlier and said nothing?"

Rosanne laughed "I saw you, but whenever I say something no one believes me. At our old house, I realized I could see things other kids couldn't, but when I told my parents, they just gawked at how big my imagination was."

"Wow! That's great! Now you can keep your parents from changing the house!" Said Barbara in relief.

"I don't have to keep them from doing anything, they like the house the way it is and don't want to change it in any way shape or form" Replied the girl smiling.

This news was an even greater relief! After a while of talking and asking the girl questions, Lydia and the Maitland's learned that the girls name was Rosanne Westergren. She was 17 years old(which surprised them because she appeared to be more mature) and she came from Detroit. Rosanne's Father Max is a lawyer who(much like Lydia's own father) wanted to escape the noise and frustration of the city. However, her mother Rachel is just an average stay at home wife/mother.

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Pretty soon, Lydia and the Maitland's felt very comfortable with Rosanne and decided that her family could stay with them as long as they wanted. By then, Rosanne's mother called her downstairs for dinner. Rosanne thanked them for letting her family stay and they replied by saying she could come up to the attic anytime she wanted to talk to someone. Adam gave her a spare skull key he had found and sent her on her way downstairs.

"Well that's a relief." Chimed Barbara kissing Adams cheek before he grabbed her and pushed her on the couch.

"Get a room!" Lydia said before laughing.

Rosanne's Point of View

She went into the kitchen being greeted by the scent of pork, mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and green beans.

"So, have you chosen your room yet?" Asked her father as he folded his news paper.

"Yes, its the one with the bay window."

"I walked in there earlier, that's a good choice for you dear." Replied her mother scooping a generous amount of mashed potatoes onto her plate.

Rosanne then went on to tell her parents about how beautiful she thought the house was. She debated on wether she should tell them about the attic, but thought it best to ask Lydia, Barbara, or Adam first.

"Are your excited about your first day of school tomorrow?" Asked her mother.

"So soon?" She responded.

"The school board doesn't want you going more than a couple of days without being in school." Said he father.

"But what about all the packing that needs to be done?"

"Honey, I told you earlier let me and your dad worry about that." Rachel barked.

Realizing she couldn't talk her way out of it, she gave in to the fact that tomorrow she would start school at "Miss Shannons School for Girls".

"Doesn't that school have a uniform?" She questioned.

Her father paused for a moment "We already called the school and they said you could just pick it up and put it on tomorrow when you get to school".

Silently, she moaned and finished her meal. After she ate, she told her parents that she was tired, kissed them goodnight, and then went upstairs.

Quickly, she grabbed her carry on bag and pulled out a pair shorts and a t-shirt. Once finished she jumped into bed. As she turned over she jumped at the sight of Lydia sitting in the corner. Rosanne turned on her light "What the hell?"

"Sorry for disturbing you." Lydia apologized

"No it's fine, I'm just trying to prepare for school tomorrow".

Lydia's Point of View

Lydia remembered her school and the friends she made within it. Her attention was brought back to Rosanne. She was just about to tell her a story from her school days when she noticed that she was fast asleep.

"Goodnight" Lydia cooed. Much like Barbara and Adam saw her as their child, Lydia wanted to treat Rosanne as her own since she and her husband were never able to conceive a child.

Lydia returned upstairs and sat at the window waiting for morning.

Beetlejuice's Point of View

"Number 9,998,383,750,000 please come to the front desk".

His shrunken head shot up from 60 years of sleep. "Welp, I guess it's my turn suckers" he boasted walking up to the front desk. He winked at Miss Argentina "Can we speed this up babes I got an engagement." The woman rolled her eyes and phoned Juno.

"Send him back" the woman said.

Beetlejuice followed the flattened man to the back where he met up with Juno "long time no scare!" He began "Now I know I haven't been acting very heavenly, but I think those 60 years of waiting really paid off...and I' m ready to join society as a good citizen."

Juno laughed "You think I'm that stupid?"

Under his breath he said "It was worth a shot."

"I've given you enough second chances Betelgeuse, but I draw the line at the attempted force of a 14 year girl to be your bride!" the woman hissed.

"Listen, I can't help it she was into me!" He said rolling his eyes. He was so close to being free, but that girl got lucky. His anger still boiled though.

"You don't even know how close you are to having your scaring license revoked! You keep doing what you're doing and you'll be in that room over there." Juno replied pointing to the room of lost souls.

"Once I get a little revenge on ol' Lydia-" he began before Juno interrupted him "She's been dead for two years!" Surprised, he continued "Well, that just makes things easier doesn't it?"

The old woman groaned "You aren't allowed to return to that house anymore."

That's what she thought! He got past her once, he could get past her again. Plus, he felt in the mood for some revenge. "Alright alright, I get it. I'll chill at a motel in the Netherworld for a while."

Juno gave him a whence "How can I believe you?"

"I give you a ghouls honor!" He claimed as he crossed his fingers behind his back.

"Ok, since I feel like being generous today, I'll give you one more chance. You ruin that chance and you will have to talk to the council."

Beetlejuice thanked her.

"Wait can you uh..." The ghoul said pointing towards his head. The case worker snapped her fingers returning his head to its original fixture.

"It's showtime!"

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So, a lot of stuff happens in chapter one. Again sorry for the switching of POV's so much, I promise it won't happen as much in the future(I hope). The next chapter will come sometime soon(I also hope), but I can't make any promises because I have joyous school that I definitely enjoy. Also, fair warning this story might get quite dark because the story(and movie) itself was actually centered around a darker theme. Please excuse any errors, I am extremely tired, but was too excited to not write a chapter. I will fix any errors tomorrow. Finally, please critique me it is much appreciated. Thanks!