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Winston was the first one back on his feet after the psychokinetic pulse that had exploded outward from the trap. He uneasily steadied himself on the ground and pulled his thrower up to fire at the figure emerging from the small box in the center of the room, hoping to catch him in the brief period where the ghost was off his guard. A stream of curses sounded from Beetlejuice in his attempted escape and the trap suddenly clattered off kilter again as his other fist broke through the opposite side of the box. A sparking of deadening electricity from the intricately designed trap spurted out around the ghost's arm, resorting in another pained exclamation from Beetlejuice.

"Winston, careful!" Egon snapped when he had hauled himself up from the foot of the staircase where he had fallen in the energy burst. Winston powered down his thrower for a brief moment to turn back with an apologetic glance at Egon where he was struggling to cross towards him in the unsteadily shifting room. Winston shot a pointed glare from his colleague to the trembling trap where Beetlejuice's fingers gripped the edge of the open doors trying to pry it open wider for his escape.

"What do you propose we do then, Egon?!" Winston retorted sharply. He gestured to the obviously ruined trap where Beetlejuice had managed to get one whole striped arm out of the doors. He was in the process of using his one free hand to crawl the device along the floorboards in what looked like an attempt to work the rest of himself out of the box. Winston took a step closer to the drifting trap and charged up his thrower threateningly.

"No you don't!" Peter choked out as he rolled himself back to his knees just as Beetlejuice unknowingly walked the trap in the Ghostbuster's direction. Peter moved himself between the crablike-box and the patio door where it was headed and held his proton thrower just inches from the ghost's scrambling hand. When Beetlejuice's fingers felt the tip of the thrower in his path, the trap froze in its advance across the floor.

"Nowhere to go but right back in another trap." Ray said triumphantly from his place by the overturned armchair that he braced against to keep his balance in the rocking earthquake. Ray nodded to Peter who held a steady glare fixed on the ghost's arm still protruding from the smoking and sparking trap. "Go ahead, let him have it."

In the next second while the other three Ghostbusters were waiting for Peter's decisive move, Beetlejuice's arm immediately whipped back into the trap as if shying away from the upcoming attack. Peter stood back up to his full height and stepped back in preparation for the kickback he would feel with firing a proton stream at such a close range. The house seemed to shake more violently and the broken trap rocked back and forth just from the vibration running through the building. An earsplitting crack rang out from the attic far above the crowd and Barbara, across the room alongside Adam where they had been thrown with the energy pulse, shrieked in sudden dreadful remembrance. The ghost woman grabbed onto her husband's arm and pulled him after her toward the stairs violently.

"We have to save Lydia!" The ghost woman screamed as they disappeared to the second floor of the house. The Ghostbusters had only a brief moment to watch the ghosts' retreat before the trap cracked and shimmied across the floor with the rumbling earthquake, Beetlejuice's persistent escape attempt still underway.

"Not gonna happen, bug-man!" Ray shouted as he kicked roughly at the trap when it bounced unsteadily towards his boot. Beetlejuice's arm reached out again as if to slow trap as it toppled several feet across the trembling floor. The instant his striped appendage emerged, Winston fired his thrower on the ghost. Beetlejuice cursed again pulling his arm back into the trap, the rapid motion causing the ruined box to flip over once more.

"Anybody got another trap on them?" Peter asked after he stared at the unmoving trap where Beetlejuice was clearly sulking after the high-powered protonic energy blasts had struck him. Before any of his colleagues could answer him, the echoing sound of numerous doors opening and slamming among the other clattering noises drifted down from the upper levels of the house. Winston's gaze was the first one on the landing at the top of the stairs and he caught a quick glimpse of Adam and Barbara as they worriedly surveyed the four men surrounding the trap. Something drew their attention away from the Ghostbusters and the ghosts were gone again in the next instant, but not before Winston read the identical fear on both of their faces.

"Hey, wait!" Winston called after them, moving back to the stairs. He stumbled into the railing roughly when a strong wave seemed to turn the house on its side for an unexpected moment. The sound of furniture sliding along the floors in the rooms above them echoed down to the first floor among the Ghostbusters' surprised cries as they were each thrown to their knees by the sudden jolt the house took. Barbara's terrified scream sounded from somewhere above them followed by the sound of a dull thud as the gravity in the house righted itself again. Ray was doubled over the armchair where it had slid towards the wall along the counter while Egon had fallen to his knees just behind Peter. The steely eyed Ghostbuster had moved back into a crouch to catch the trap as it had slid along the floor in the random shifting earthquake.

"This…isn't…normal…" Ray coughed out, pressing a hand to his middle where he had been violently shoved over the chair's back.

"You think?" Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes over his shoulder sourly at his colleague. Just as he was about to turn loose of the trap he flinched when a hand lashed out of the trap doors and gripped his wrist painfully tight. "Hey!"

The surprised Ghostbuster released his hold on the trap's side, intending to let it fall to the floor but Beetlejuice's grip was firm and instead the trap hung suspended by the ghost's arm where it dug roughly into Peter's wrist.

"Shoot it! Shoot it!" Peter cried out, trying violently to shake the hand off of him. Winston picked himself up and hesitantly aimed his thrower at Peter who was stumbling around the room wildly. Egon grabbed onto the banister and hauled himself to his feet, staring firstly at Peter's exaggerated scene with Beetlejuice's only visible appendage and then shifting his gaze to the stairs where the worst of the destructive noises seemed to be emanating from. Before he could move in either direction, Adam's horrified shout carried over the creaking rumbles of the trembling foundation.

"Barbara!"

The three unhindered Ghostbusters paused as Barbara's following scream echoed down, sounding as if it was getting further and further away. Adam cried her name again, sounding even more desperate and Egon and Winston immediately turned for the stairs. Ray too, looked back at Peter who was struggling to loosen Beetlejuice's grip from his wrist before he moved to follow his other two colleagues. Before he could get much farther than a few steps around the armchair though, Peter uttered a final shout of frustration and thrust his arm to the side with a forceful whip. Beetlejuice finally released his hold on the Ghostbuster's wrist and the trap went sailing into the wall just in front of where Ray was about to step past. The trap clacked loudly against the plaster wall and fell to the ground with another cracking sound. Winston and Egon both paused uncertainly on the steps but Ray quickly turned and waved them on.

"Go! Help them – we'll handle this!" He assured them urgently. Egon and Winston, not staying to second guess themselves, continued on their rush up to the second floor where the sounds of shattering glass, slamming doors and splintering wood morphed together to form a deafening rumble throughout the dangerously shuddering house.


Adam and Barbara hurried up the stairs to the second floor, leaving the four Ghostbusters to tend to the mad ghost that was trying to escape their containment. Barbara was a step and a half ahead of her husband who had a hand pressed into her back as they both forced themselves to remain steady under the chaotic disarray the house was being pulled into all around them. As the ghost couple reached the second floor of their home, they were greeted with rapidly flickering lights and a sound like the pounding ocean in their heads. Barbara paused on the landing, causing Adam to stop as well, and he carefully reached for her hand with his. Though her back was to him, he could feel a shudder pass over her as she squeezed her eyes closed and leaned into him.

"Barbara…honey…" He murmured, his voice breaking emotionally as the hallway trembled in front of them. The doors all simultaneously slammed open and then creaked closed to repeat their cycle all over again. Adam's gaze lifted to the ceiling where the light fixtures popped on and off, the lightbulbs rattling from within their expensive casings. Barbara held onto his hand tightly and then slowly moved to continue their trek down the hallway to the attic stairwell where it sounded like the worst of the damage was coming from. Adam squeezed her hand in response, not moving to follow her and instead forcing her to stop and turn to face him.

"Adam…we have to save them. These men can only do so much…and again…it's just like Beetlejuice is toying with them down there." Barbara gestured back towards the staircase that led down the foyer. Her eyes widened for a moment, causing her already large brown eyes to look even bigger as she whirled around in dreaded surprise when the Ghostbusters' shouts from downstairs grew louder. She dashed past Adam to peer over the edge of the banister where she could see Peter flailing wildly as he tried to shake the ghost's grip from his wrist. Barbara shook her head sadly. "What is his goal here?"

"His goal is to keep them preoccupied down there, so that they can't stop what he's set in motion up there." Adam said, first pointing down to the living room below them and then ending with his hand gesturing up to the ceiling above them. The accumulation of noises overhead grew suddenly louder, almost like that of a dozen pairs of feet running around and around the attic amidst the rushing winds from the sky outside. Adam and Barbara were jolted out of their hesitation and they both turned back for the attic staircase just as Winston appeared to notice their lack of presence down in the foyer.

"Hey…wait!" He called after them, his voice quiet among the vacuum of noise descending on the house. Barbara and Adam ran down the hallway, barely able to dodge past the swinging bedroom doors on either side of them. Barbara reached the turn into the stairs first and Adam was just a step behind her when her scream startled him to a halt.

"Barbara?" He called worriedly as she whirled back around the corner of the stairs to run back to him with a fearful look on her face. She reached for him pleadingly and then the floor rumbled beneath their feet and Barbara fell back into the wall just at the bottom of the attic stairs. Adam was thrown into the wide open door of the bedroom next to him which turned out to be Delia and Charles' room and before he could regain his senses and run back out to the hallway the bedroom door slammed shut again behind him.

"Adam!" Barbara's scream echoed over the splintering and crashing noises in the attic above them. The ghost man scrambled to his feet and rushed for the door as the gravity shifted and pulled him towards the door as it swung open. Adam was shoved into the wall out in the hallway and the earthquake seemed to worsen as he forced himself to turn towards the stairs where Barbara's terrified cries were originating from.

"Barbara where are you?!" He shouted, stumbling for the attic stairs over the rolling floor beneath his feet. He pressed both hands on either wall at the foot of the stairs and squinted through the darkness at the attic doorway far above him. His heart fell through his chest at the sight he witnessed there.

The attic door was open, having swung inward and apparently torn off its hinges to disappear into what was left of the room beyond it. Barbara's hands were desperately clinging to the doorframe, half of her body unseen by the black hole-like force that was pulling her in.

"…Adam!" She cried again, as she saw him standing on the steps not knowing how to help her. He was a statue as he took in the awful scene playing out before him and when she looked at him with fearful tears in her eyes, he started up the stairs with determination. If whatever portal Beetlejuice had conjured was going to take her, it would take them both.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Adam said, his quivering voice barely perceptible over the splintering wood and dismantling of the room behind Barbara. She opened her mouth as if to cry out to him again, but then her gaze grew distant as if she could hear something that he couldn't. Her wide eyes flickered back to her husband's face as the wall just outside the doorframe seemed to melt away like the skittering of bugs tearing the foundation of the room to shreds. Adam paused as he noticed the rapidly disintegrating wall, realizing that he was about to watch his wife do the same.

"Adam…I…I hear her…" Barbara said, her expression turning hopeful as her tears spilled down her face. She let out an emotional sigh and her eyes closed as her hands fell through the splintering wood doorframe. Adam lurched forward with a disbelieving look on his face as he watched Barbara's figure disappear through the swirling mass of debris.


Winston led the way up the jarring staircase to the second floor landing where the lights blinked rapidly, causing both Ghostbusters to be disoriented with the inability to focus on their surroundings.

"Adam! Barbara!" Winston shouted over the chaos of slamming doors and rushing wind. A voice was heard from the other end of the hallway but before Egon or Winston could make a move toward the speaker, Adam flew around the corner from the attic stairwell with an urgent look on his face. He waved his hands dismissively at the two men as he ran for them, shaking his head.

"No, you can't be up here! Go! You have to get out!" He shouted, pointing back the way they had come. Winston charged up his thrower and stared past the frantically moving ghost, ignoring his protests.

"Where…where is Barbara?!" Egon asked, cut off as he was thrown into the wall by Lydia's swinging bedroom door. Adam held his hands out to either side of the hallway and the slamming doors closed and stopped under his influence. The ghost man jerked his head back towards the stairs leading down to the first floor, urging the Ghostbusters to retreat. Adam shook his head back and forth again.

"She's gone…The whole house is going, you all have to leave!" He said, his voice cracking with his desperate warning. Egon waved him off when Adam tried to shove him back down the hallway and the Ghostbuster rushed past him with his thrower in his right hand and his PKE Meter in the other. The sound of splintering wood and shattering windows was almost insignificant over the sound of supernaturally powered wind that was ripping the house apart.

"Egon, what is this?!" Winston called to his colleague worriedly. He glanced in a wide circle around the interior of the extending hallway as the sound grew steadily closer to the second floor. Egon had stopped halfway down the hall and was frowning in determined concentration at the meter he held several inches from his face. Through the blinking lights and unsteady floors, he had to narrow his gaze from behind his glasses in an attempt to focus. As he slowly crept down the hall beneath the worst of the storm crashing in the attic above them, Adam suddenly leapt after him with his hands reaching out as if to grab for Egon just as a loud crack seemed to descend from the chaos upstairs. A force pulled the Ghostbuster back towards the other two men at the far end of the hallway just as a jagged fissure erupted through the ceiling, emanating from around the corner of the attic stairs.

"The planes are merging…the bridge between this world and the other is collapsing!" Egon shouted from the floor, peering up at the widening crack in the ceiling just over his head. Something like a dense smoke drifted down from the split ceiling and upon closer examination, small bugs seemed to be moving back and forth along its surface, widening the crack itself.

"Please…you all have to go!" Adam tried to warn them again as the two Ghostbusters stared up in mortified silence at the hallway that was being ripped apart around them. Egon was hauled to his feet by the ghost man as Winston fired at the widening crack in the ceiling in an attempt to stop the bugs' deterioration of the house.

"Winston – stop!" Egon shouted firmly as he pushed his colleague back towards the stairs. Winston did as he said and backed away towards the far end of the hallway, a horrified look splayed on his face as the jagged hole in the ceiling nearly took up the whole entirety of the upper end of the hall. The paintings and few tasteful pictures that had been hung on either wall of the hallway were ripped apart by the supernaturally-powered force that Beetlejuice had let loose over the house.

"How can we –?

"Go, now!" Egon insisted over Winston's baffled question. The truth was, Egon didn't know what to do in this situation. The very fabric of their reality was falling away in such a short time span that there was literally no time to form any sort of plan to fend it off. There appeared to be no tangible substance controlling the force peeling the house apart bit by bit, so their proton streams could prove useless.

Adam paused on the second floor landing as the two Ghostbusters rushed down the stairs. He stared back as the hallway was nearly half dissolved, nothing above the doorknobs of the adjoining doors visible through the vacuum-like cloud of debris descending over the upper level of the house. Flashes of green broke through the flying debris bits and Adam felt a surge of anger and grief flood through him as he watched his home disappear right before his eyes.


Downstairs, Ray and Peter stared at the trap where it lay cracked and trembling on the floor just by the wall where it had been thrown. They both were startled by the drifting shouts coming from upstairs but then the trap shivered dangerously and wobbled in a rotation that defied even the effects of the supernatural earthquake rumbling through the house. Peter backed up into Ray whose face drained of its usual rosy color, and both men leapt back as with a crackling of electricity the trap exploded to bits that flew in every corner of the room.

Ray was thrown over the armchair to roll across the already uprooted rug that had been strewn along the living room floor. Peter hit the counter to the left of where they had stood for half a moment watching the trap. The poor Ghostbuster took the worst of the collision in his upper left shoulder, having had only a quick second for his reflexes to allow him to reach up and shield his head from the sudden forceful throw.

"…Pete!" Ray's voice called in warning, strained from his own encounter with the floor. Peter jerked his head up, shaking off the dizzy feeling that resided from being thrown into the Deetz' counter. He reached for a fallen barstool as he noticed the figure standing over by the spot where the unstable ghost trap had been just a second before.

Beetlejuice stood, chest heaving with a mixture of anger and the physical exertion of busting out of the heavily enforced trap that both Egon and Ray had designed had modified over their years of ghost-busting. Both scientists crouched where they were, silently staring at the striped ghost in expectance of his next attack. Beetlejuice glared back at each of the Ghostbusters in return, drawing out each long huffing breath to express his anger and resentment towards his capture. When Peter pulled the barstool towards himself in preparation to pick it up and heave it as a weapon at the ghost, Beetlejuice tilted his head to the side and bared his rotten teeth in Peter's direction.

"I thought I told you to wait." Beetlejuice growled lowly.

"Wait for what?" Peter challenged him with an almost pouting frown. "Wait for you to get another chance and shrink us down to play in Adam's model town again? No way, pal…I've had my fill of height and size manipulation for today."

"Don't worry," Beetlejuice snorted bitterly. His dark gaze briefly flicked to the ceiling of the living room where the thundering sound of retreating footsteps could be heard alongside the rushing cacophony of destruction echoing down from above. The ghost's stare lingered there for a moment as he listened intently before he glanced back down at the two Ghostbusters splayed on the floor just in front of him. "Adam's precious model town in probably split into billons of tiny pieces and scattered a hundred miles across the Netherworld by now."

Ray and Peter stared hard at the eccentrically ghoulish man towering over them. Sensing the uneasy pause, Beetlejuice lowered his glare back down to them with an eyebrow raised as if he were about to add something else to his comment. Ray spoke before he could.

"Along with the Deetz'?"

Beetlejuice's snarling glare froze as he considered Ray's challenging expression staring back at him. His eyes darted to Peter who was slowly reaching for a downed barstool and Beetlejuice fixed him with a warning glare before glancing back to Ray where he still watched the ghost sternly. Beetlejuice's tense expression eased off just the tiniest bit for a quick second before he startled the two Ghostbusters with a sudden shake of his striped shoulders. He straightened and then cleared his throat gruffly and decisively as the two men looked on warily, clearly torn by the ghost's apparent revelation of a conscience.

"Guys…it's turned into the end of the world up here! I'm getting flashbacks to our battle with Gozer…only this somehow seems worse!" Winston's voice called down from the second floor of the quaking house. Beetlejuice startled at the sudden voice but he quickly composed himself again to turn away from the other two Ghostbusters who were still crouched on the floor. Seconds later, Winston appeared running down the shifting stairs with Egon hot on his tail. When both men had reached the first floor of the diminishing building, Ray and Peter both sheepishly shifted up from their spots where they had landed, each keeping a wary eye on Beetlejuice's profile as he turned to oversee the rejoining Ghostbusters.

"Yeah, come on down guys…look who's popped in for another visit." Peter said sarcastically, gesturing with the barstool he held in his uninjured hand. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest in undisguised annoyance. Egon and Winston stopped at the foot of the stairs and stared at the seemingly quiet scene taking place in the living room.

"Uh…sorry…but we don't have time to visit…" Egon said, keeping his gaze trained on the ghost who stared back at him dully. Something on the second floor of the house crashed, causing a greater series of rumblings to shake the ground under their boots for a moment before it mellowed out into the steady quake that had been running through the building for the past quarter hour. The rise in intensity had pulled the two Ghostbusters by the stairs back to the dire emergency at hand and Egon took a few steps closer to the front door, careful to keep an eye on Beetlejuice's reaction to his movement. When the ghost did nothing, Winston stepped away from Egon and closer towards the ghost and his fellow Ghostbusters in the living room.

"What, you don't have any more fight in you? You're just here to admire your handiwork?"

Beetlejuice's face was stone as he looked the angry Ghostbuster up and down, taking note of the threatening way he held his proton thrower at the ready. Winston caught him looking and twisted it in his grip, clicking one of the buttons to signify how ready he was to use it against the ghost for yet another time. Rather than answer the persistent man's questions, Beetlejuice directed his next remark to Egon who had paused at the front door with his hand on the doorknob and his gaze on top of the stairs over his shoulder.

"Yeah that's right…you'd all better go. Won't be getting paid if your customers no longer exist…" He said lowly with only a smidge of malice behind his words. Peter straightened himself and casually set the barstool back down at its rightful place by the kitchen counter. He fixed the disengaged foe with a furious glare.

"Who's the one causing that to happen, exactly?!" He accused Beetlejuice, strolling away from the bar and clenching his fists angrily by his sides as he tilted his head to the side, regarding the ghost with malice of his own. Beetlejuice merely glanced up at the angry Ghostbuster with disinterest. Another loud crash, followed by a sickening cracking sound echoed down from the second floor of the house and Beetlejuice's fury resurfaced in the blink of an eye.

"You really wanna know whose fault it is?" Beetlejuice growled, biting his lip agitatedly. His arms quickly uncrossed and formed into fists of his own by his sides. Winston, sensing the ghost's rising hostility, stepped back but raised his thrower in warning should he turn physically violent in the next instant. Beetlejuice matched Peter's challenging glare but remained standing where he was, knowing that the instant he made any sudden movement the Ghostbusters would take that as a threat. He simply shook his head and shrugged coldly, flicking his gaze back and between the closest two men pointing their weapons directly at him. "You really wanna know? It's your fault."

"…You wanna run that by me again, clown?" Peter shot at the ghost snidely. Beetlejuice looked taken aback by the fury in his voice and suddenly found himself thrown violently through the closet door beneath the stairs by Peter's high-powered proton stream.

"Peter, don't!" Ray protested, his worried gaze darting up to the ceiling overhead which had started to warp downward in unnatural wave-like motions, moving with the trembling foundations of the house. Peter stumbled over the unstable ground underfoot to approach the caved in closet door, singed and smoking from the protonic energy blast that had thrown the ghost through it. When no immediate movement came from the darkened tiny room under the stairs, Peter half turned his head in Ray's direction to see what had caused the hitch in his colleague's tone.

"Oh God…" Egon murmured in dreaded awe. He stared past Winston and into the living room where Ray was looking directly at the moving ceiling with his mouth open in a silent exclamation of shock. Under their anxious gazes, the rolling surface of the upper living room stretched to its limits and a spiderweb of cracks spread spasmodically from the center of the ceiling and outward to the surrounding walls. Egon's hand fell away from the doorknob as he stared at the bits of wood and plaster raining down over the otherwise tensely quiet room. "It's happening even quicker than I thought…"

The debris that had fallen to the ground from the series of fissures moving through the ceiling shuddered on the polished wood floor with the still untamed earthquake shaking the house. The Ghostbusters were frozen in wary observation and an icy chill whooshed through the room, circling back up to the ceiling as the bits of wood, dust and plaster slowly rose into the air again from the floor around their feet.

"What is this? What is he doing?!" Winston demanded from his spot by the foot of the stairs, aiming his thrower at the bashed-in closet door along with Peter's. Winston looked over his shoulder for more of Egon's input but the other man was silent as he stared at the ominously rapid disintegration of the house, not even reaching for his PKE Meter to assess the obvious presence of high leveled supernatural energy flowing through what was left of the room. A clatter sounded from the closet a moment later and both armed men moved in sync to train their throwers at Beetlejuice where he was struggling to his feet in the tiny dark room.

"Now that was uncalled for…" His husky voice sounded from behind the two men. Peter and Winston didn't even have the chance to turn around before the ghost sent them catapulting halfway across the room to where Egon still stood by the front door. Beetlejuice gestured again and the door swung open to reveal the crackling front porch outside. Ray, the only Ghostbuster left standing in the center of the living room, held up a hand to ward off the ghost as he whirled his attention to him.

"Do you even know what's going on up there? I don't think you can control what you've started…you need our help!" Ray tried to plead with him. Beetlejuice smiled ironically at Ray and waggled his fingers at him in a comical wave of dismissal. Egon seemed to realize what was happening about half a second before it actually happened. He rushed forward and grabbed onto the banister of the stairway directly across from the front door just a powerful gust of stale air started to blow against the men. Ray tried to stay rooted where he stood in the living room but lost his balance and stumbled towards the wide open door where his colleagues were also fighting against the building wind.

"Sorry smart guys," Beetlejuice called over the rushing sounds of his conjured supernatural wind gusts and the excessive sounds of the house being ripped apart above them. "I'd love to have you all stay and visit a while longer, but there are some more important things to tend to."

"No!" Peter shouted in angered defiance as the strong force of wind threw him against the wall just beside the gaping front door. Ray had reached the group of Ghostbusters and as the howling gusts grew more powerful under Beetlejuice's will, each of the men were lifted into the air and shoved towards the open door. Egon hugged the banister of the stairs with his long legs splayed out behind him while Ray clung to the lone table that had decorated the foyer for the Deetz' to put their keys, change and other small trifles on. Those pieces were long gone by this point, and the table was loudly skidding along the wood floor with a dull whining sound, pulling both itself and Ray towards the waiting door. Just as the table's worn legs wobbled and gave out to pitch Ray forward, his hand lashed out to grab onto the other banister of the staircase. The broken table crashed into the wall to the right of the open door, nearly colliding with Winston before it spun out onto the porch. The last Ghostbuster was hanging on to one of the coat hooks where, until the supernatural gust of wind had whisked it out into the night, had housed one of Charles Deetz' wind breakers.

"Alright, I'm done trying to be the nice guy about this…get outta here!" Beetlejuice's voice thundered in irritation. With a deafening crack, both banisters broke free and sent the two Ghostbusters that had been hanging onto them flying through open door, shouting in protest until they collapsed on the porch steps outside. The same happened with Winston when the bronze coat hook that he had struggled to keep within his grasp unscrewed itself from the wall and forced him to lose his hold to follow his comrades. Peter had braced himself against the small section of wall just between the doorway and the staircase with both hands pressed against the doorframe and the corner by the stairs. He fixed Beetlejuice with a look of hatred and was surprised to see the ghost's expression of disbelieving despair before the living room ceiling caved in and then rocketed upward into what looked like the eye of a tornado.

Peter could only look on in shock as the powerful ghost whirled around at the final demolition of the house. Beetlejuice instantly lost his concentration on trying to force Peter out the front door and without his influence, the door slammed shut and began to crumble along with the walls and furniture trembling throughout the room. The Ghostbuster instantly regretted not leaving with his comrades, and he turned to try to pull the door open again, but when he glanced down, the doorknob had disappeared.

He was trapped in the disintegrating house.