Beetlejuice's face bore a grin of the most malicious victory one could imagine. Lydia was using the side of the bed as support, because she had fallen over from the sheer shock of seeing this…monster in her mirror.

"What…what in…how?" she barely managed to speak.

"Why does it matter? You owe me big-time for that sandworm attack." He grinned, if possible, even wider. "You got no idea what kind of fun we're gonna have, babes."

Lydia stared in horror at the cackling figure of the ghost. Images she had only seen in her absolute worst and scariest nightmares were now beginning to run through her mind at a lightning speed. Thoughts of the most dastardly things he was possibly capable of doing were starting to become a reality for the poor girl.

"'Course, the real fun can't start until I get over there. The 'B'-word's gotta be said three times."

His face dropped a little, in what looked like real disappointment. Lydia's mind left the terrible thoughts for a moment to come up for air and a faint grasp of Hope…

But as soon as Lydia sighed the relieved breath of pure thanksgiving, Beetlejuice gave the most evil, haunting laugh she would ever hear.

"But we both remember how good I am at throwing my voice…don't we?"

Lydia's mind was now a frightening blank. She saw, but couldn't move or speak. She knew what was going on around her, but couldn't do anything about it.

A voice nearby was saying something about having to "say the full incantation for you to go through." She didn't recognize it; the voice sounded French.

Then, his voice started in her mind.

"I know, I know. Now get out of here so I can go already!"

Whoever else was there had left. Only Beetlejuice was there now.

"Alright, babes. Seems I gotta do a bit more, so you won't mind if you just stay like that for a few extra seconds…"

The pages of a book were being flipped.

"Here it is…"

Here, he controlled Lydia's voice and began the short but very powerful speech.

"Though I know I should be wary,

"Still I venture someplace scary,

"Ghostly hauntings I turn loose,

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

Suddenly, Lydia could move. She cowered at the foot of her bed as she listened to the sound of breaking glass, though no cracks appeared in her mirror. The howling and insane laughter filled the room, though it seemed that no one but she could hear it!

Daring to look up as she was curled in a ball on the floor, her eyes met those of the demon floating, free, above her mirror, only a few feet away.