I am in the Neitherworld visiting Beetlejuice, but, I don't know that he's back in my world with Skye and Lydia trying to surprise me hoping it will cheer me up.

I am still wearing the gorgeous bat necklace he gave me I really love it. I never take it off. I am walking to his Roadhouse and stop in the alleyway looking around with by back facing the wall.

A hand came from the darkness behind me and began to pull me in before I could get away. Trying as hard as I could to pull away, another hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me in, and then I lost control of my body.

I flailed and struggled, but, eventually grew limp. There was no pain, there was no lack of breath in me.

But for some reason I felt lightheaded, as if I had been losing blood all this time. And then it was dark.

Meanwhile, back at the Deetz house, Skye, Lydia and Beetlejuice were still planning to cheer me up but they don't know that something bad is happening to me in the Neitherworld.

"I really hope this cheers her up, she's been depressed lately" Lydia said.

Skye looks at her.

"Yeah she always tells us what's bothering her but she didn't this time I wonder where she is?" Skye said.

Beetlejuice looks at them.

"I haven't seen her I mean we were watching a movie she must have come home quietly and we didn't see her I hope she is ok" Beetlejuice said.

Back in the Neitherworld storage room I look around not knowing where I am.

"Where am I?"

Was the first thing that came to mind. But when I said it, I wasn't tired like I had just woken up, and I wasn't questioning either. I was scared, hurt, broken. and weak.

One thing was for sure, I wasn't scared, and I wasn't broken. I was clueless. Clueless, and apparently kidnapped.

Back home they are finished setting everything up and waiting patiently for me to come home. They had worried looks on their faces. Beetlejuice was seething.

They sit on the couch talking.

"If she's not here then where is she? she's usually in her room. her backpack is there but she isn't" Skye said.

Beetlejuice and Lydia look at Skye.

"One thing I know is that when I was 12-years-old Beej and I would go to his Roadhouse in the Neitherworld to relax before I came back home" Lydia said.

He looks at them.

"Maybe she is there relaxing if she was she would have been back by now I hope she isn't lost" Beetlejuice said.

Skye looks at them.

"What can you tell me about the Neitherworld?" Skye said.

Lydia and Beetlejuice look at her.

"I know I go back and forth from there to here in her mirror that is in her room when she calls my name 3 times" Beetlejuice said.

"There are good and bad stuff there as well mainly 2 stupid clowns that Beej and I used to deal with their names are Scuzzo and Fuzzo they like to be the pranksters of the Neitherworld" Lydia said.

"Kira isn't afraid of clowns but I don't think they know her like they know you both" Skye said.

"Hmm I bet they are about to meet her cause once they meet her and they piss her off they better watch themselves" Beetlejuice said.

"I hate to be in there shoes no one messes with a 3-year-old" Lydia said laughing.

Back in the storage room I'm getting pissed off. Standing up suddenly and hitting my head on a shelf, I cried out and clawed at the pain with my hands.

I looked around grumpily, and then growled in frustration. All around me was junk, and nothing else. I was in a storage room. A very messy one, at that. The sad part was that the only exit to it was closed, and looked locked.

I really hope they aren't worried about me back home, knowing Beetlejuice he is really seething right now they have to keep him calm just in case I call his name 3 times.

Once everything is set up back home they watch The Exorcist which I can't watch I'm only 3-years-old and could have nightmares for weeks and never get any sleep and stay up all night.

Sleep when ever I want if they find out I had nightmares from seeing the movie Skye wouldn't be happy and I would get grounded. She always likes to ground me.

Back home they are watching the movie forgetting about me. I just have to call his name 3 times and he will be here in no time at all to take me home those clowns better watch themselves never mess with a 3-year-old cause you will get hurt badly.

Back in the Neitherworld storage room I was still figuring out how to escape. Angrily I threw my body against it and flailed my hands that curled into fists at it.

"Let me out! Let me out, please someone help!" I cried.

Well, this doesn't look like something I'd do. But I guess panic was the strongest bit of emotion in me right now that actually got the best of me.

But that panic was gone quickly. Quickly before I really could regain my breath from flailing myself into a metal push door. Peering out the window, I saw light. It was faint, and dim, yet it was still light.

Across the room beyond this door, it had come to me, that the light was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling. It illuminated a table beneath it, showing rows of cards, and two men sat at either end of the table, each with a few cards in their hands.

One man was bigger than the other, and a honking sound rang several times from his figure before a long pause, then a faint voice grew edgy by the minute as it spoke.

"Because, Fuzzo, if we were to let her out, then that blasted ghost wouldn't be by himself!"

Again, the honking noise.

"How many times do we have to explain it? With that ghost gone, we claim ourselves as the prank pullers of the Neitherworld."

The honking noise was louder, yet had a hint of questioning to it.