Chappie 3 ya'll! Hope ya liked the second one!
Chapter 3
The air became freezing and the attic in front of Vivian spun until she felt like she was going to be sick. It all stopped and she noticed she was in the town...no...in the model. Giving a shocked expression, she looked around until she spotted the blinking lights from down the road. Walking towards it, she stopped when she reached the grave yard.
Vivian stood there, staring at the tombstones until her eyes lingered on the largest. The name Betelgeuse was still lit up and continued to blink its neon red light. Stepping up to the grave, Vivian looked around, wondering what to do now. Jumping back as she heard a clammer, she looked down to see a fallen shovel.
Glancing to the shovel, then to the grave, she picked it up by the handle. Was she supposed to dig it up? Noticing that the grass was rubber, she gave a roll of her eyes. Putting the shovel on the ground beside her, she picked up the rubber grass and threw it aside. Looking down at the cardboard that sat beneath it, she gave a sigh.
Why did she have to dig up a grave anyway? She was just in some trippy dream, right?
As her fingers gripped the cardboard, she began to rip it away from the grave. Going deeper and deeper in only a few minutes, her fingers touched the cold wood of a coffin. Staring at it, she gingerly rapped on the nameplate, as if someone would answer. Nothing happened and Vivian began to wonder if pulling it open was a good idea.
Her hands reaching for the side lever, she felt the coffin jerk to the left. Letting out a gasp, she jumped back, climbing back up onto the bouncy grass. Picking up the shovel, she held it in front of her like a sword. The coffin continued to jerk left and right before the lid flew off. Nothing happened for a few seconds, then a puff of dust came out from the grave and a pitiful 'puh' noise followed.
Quirking a brow, Vivian lowered the shovel and cautiously walked over to the grave. Peering down, she saw nothing but an empty coffin and pieces of cardboard.
"Hey babes" came a voice from behind.
"AAAAH!" Vivian spun around, swinging the shovel at who ever or what ever was behind her.
The shovel connected with the persons head and made a loud 'clang' noise...which was an odd noise for a shovel when it hit someones cranium. The figure fell with an 'oomf' and lay, twitching, on the ground.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you...o...kay" Vivian stopped, watching as the figure rose.
She could tell he wasnt human or any type of normal person she'd see on the streets. He brushed off his black and white striped suit and straightened out his black tie. Running a hand through his thinning blonde hair, his blue eyes scanned over Vivian.
"I understand! First impression! I get it" he said, his voice scratchy and deep. "Now...where was I?" he asked himself, tapping his grimy finger on his chin in thought.
Suddenly, as fast as he had stood up, he was clinging to Vivian. He had pulled her off of the ground in a bear hug, almost snapping her spine in half.
"You dont know how much this means to me! I've been locked in that damn box for 16 years! Waitin for the stupid ass that would say my name three times!" he exclaimed.
"I cant breath" Vivian wheezed.
"Oh! Right..sorry" he said, giving a snort of a laugh before setting her back on the ground. "Got all caught up in the excitement"
Still in shock, Vivian hadnt noticed until now that she had dropped the shovel. "Who're you?" she asked after a few seconds of silence.
"Im the ghost with the most babe" he said, extending his arms and giving a smile.
"Your a ghost?" Vivian said, relaxing now that she knew she was in a dream. "Riiiiight..." she shook her head, beginning to walk back towards the street.
The ghost dropped his arms to his sides with a shocked look on his face. "What? You dont think--..." he gave a roll of his eyes and sighed, placing his hands on his hips. "Ah! What about this?" he asked.
Vivian stopped and gave a roll of her eyes, turning to face him. He was standing there, well, actually he was floating. "huh? What do ya think? Ghost, right?"
"That doesnt help that I think this is a dream" Vivian said, turning again.
She gave a sudden yelp and spun around, seeing the ghost with a sly smile on his face. Her hand instantly went to her rump as she gaped at him. "DO YOU MIND?"
"What? They say that the only way to tell if someone is dreaming is if you pinch them!" he said.
"...Not there!" Vivian snapped.
"Oh cut the crap sweetcheeks" he made an attempt to smooth back his hair when it only sprang back up "no one can resist my good looks."
"Yuck" Vivian grimaced.
Letting out a yelp, Vivian was suddenly thrown on her feet and leaned back in the arms of the ghost.
"Come on just one little kiss girly" he pleaded.
"No! Get offa me!" Vivian tried to push him away. Her mind began to work quickly back to how she got here in the first place. He had said she let him go by saying his name three times. "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice!" she yelled.
Silence settled as the lights flickered back on and the room became warmer. Opening her eyes, Vivian could see that she was alone and laying on the attic floor. Jumping up to her feet, she glanced over to the model and then ran out the door and back down the stairs.
Coming to her room, Vivian slammed the door and locked it. Taking a few steps away from the entrance, she reached her desk and sat down. Her head thumped gently on the surface as she gave a sigh of relief.
"It was only a dream...there had to be paint fumes or something...yeah...I was hallucinating" she told herself.
"You always talk to yourself when you're alone?" came the same raspy voice from before.
Eyes widening, Vivian slowly lifted her head to look at the vanity mirror in front of her. There sat the ghost, hovering inside the mirror with his hands propped up behind his head. As if he sat in a hammock, gently swinging to and fro.
"Hey roomy!" he gave a wave and one of his snorts of laughter, giving a stupid smile that exposed crooked green tinged teeth.
Chapter 3
Hehehehehehheeh! Now, I am going to make him a mix of the movie version and the cartoon version. Do not flame me if I dont go along with the movie or cartoon. This is my story, not theres...I just borrowed there character for a little bit.
