Lydia Deetz snapped a picture of spider making its way slowly across the hard wood floor. The sun shone bright white and yellow rays into the modernized house, and a sudden breeze seeped in through the open window, causing the helpless spider to be gusted away. The young adult of a girl sighed, reaching a hand out to help the spider regain its balance from being toppled over. She felt sympathetic for the spider; she felt like the spider.

"Oh Lydiaaaaaaa!" Delia Deetz called; the ginger step mom marched into the room. "Dinner is almost ready. It's Mexicaaaa-!" Shrieking mid-sentence, the older woman pointed to the spider on the floor. "Get rid of that thing!"

Lydia rolled her eyes and stood with the insect in her hand, petting it lovingly. "It's just a helpless little spider, Delia. It won't hurt you."

"I heard they bite!" Delia stepped away as her step daughter held the bug out.

"You're being ridiculous." Lydia chuckled, going over to the window to let the spider crawl out. "Go on little guy, go home." She turned back around with a mocking, triumphant smile- showing that the spider was indeed innocent and walked past her mother to climb the stairs. "I'll be down in a few minutes for dinner, I'm going to get Barbra and Adam." The girl went all the way up to the third floor attic to politely knock on the door- only to be greeted by a man with wavy brown hair and glasses.

"Hi Lydia!" Adam, the ghost, smiled; his glasses twinkling. "Is dinner almost ready?"

"Yup." She replied. "That's why I came up. I think its Mexican take-out." They always had take-out thanks to Delia's terrible cooking.

"Oh I should cook one of these days!" Barbra announced from inside the attic room. She came up behind her husband and fixed her new dress that she was wearing. "I found out that we can still change our clothes." She beamed, showing off that new pale blue dress of hers (for they were recently deceased, and were still figuring out the whole after-life thing).

"Nice!" Lydia smiled, then gestured for them to follow her downstairs. Everyone sat down at the dining room table and helped themselves to the food.

"So how's school, pumpkin?" Lydia's father, Charles, asked, biting into a taco.

"It's fine." She replied. "I'm doing a project in which we have to take pictures of things that have a deep meaning and connection to yourself." She smiled slightly, excited that she finally go to show off her photo taking skills.

Charles tried to cram another bite into his mouth. "That's lovely dear."

"You gotta show me the pictures when they are done, Lydia." Barbra chimed.

"Don't worry," Lydia replied, "I'll show all of you!"


Soon, when dinner was over the girl retreated to her room with her older ghost friends- they were practically family. Drawing her curtains close, Lydia glanced down to another bug that had found its way onto the windowsill; it was a beetle.

With her dark eyes, she stared at the bug in sudden deep thought. It reminded her of that "bio-exorcist". He really made a mess of things last time he was here. He even tried to marry her! What a joke!

"I wonder where he is now." She murmured.

"Who?" Adam asked, overhearing her.

"Beetlejuice."

The two ghost gasped at the use of that name. "Lydia!" Barbra's eyes were wide; they were attempting all this time to forget about that ghoul, but now he was brought up again. "Don't say that name!"

"Huh?" Lydia wrinkled her eyebrows, forgetting for a moment that his name was an invitation for him to show up. "Oh!" remembering, the girl slapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry!"

"Why in the world would you wonder about that sleaze?" Adam asked.

Lydia simply shrugged. "He's too unusual not to think about, I suppose."

"Well, try not to." Barbra frowned, going over to place a hand on the girl's back. "Nothing good comes out of him."

Lydia nodded slightly, but she still felt a bit curious. "I'm going to go to bed now." She turned to face them before going to fetch a pair of black pajamas.

"Alright, goodnight." The couple waved goodbye and walked out like a pair of real living people, softly shutting the door behind them.

As Lydia changed, she kept contemplating the thought of Beetlejuice. What was his deal? Was he really that nuts?


"Heh. Heh. Heh. That'll screw 'em up real bad." Beetlejuice snickered as he snapped his fingers, causing the dead body of a recent death to disappear from its casket. Beetlejuice was currently crashing a Wake, showing up in a portrait of the recently deceased- seeming that the ghoul wasn't properly invited into the living world, he could only manifest himself into objects, like pictures and mirrors. He placed the body at the family's home, sitting in the living room with the TV on as if he was watching it. This prank was golden.

"Wait until they get a load of this." He giggled as the mourning family began to pour into the funeral parlor. Beetlejuice quickly switched into another picture at the back of the room so that he wouldn't be detected. Once the grieving wife set her eyes on the empty casket, a blood curdling scream echoed out of the building.

Laughing hysterically, Beetlejuice ad to take a second to appear back into the Neitherworld to recuperate. He laughed so hard that his sides hurt, and he toppled back over onto his sofa couch, being back home. "Idiots! Ever heard of the walking dead?! AHA!" he snorted.

Beetlejuice finally calmed down after a long moment, and trudged over to his refrigerator to grab a can of beer; he expected that it may take that family a little while to find the body back at their home. Beetlejuice had to admit that he enjoyed alcohol more than the next person, but even as one would assume that he'd be an alcoholic, he never really had the time to drink. He was always getting into trouble. But during boring times like this, he'd always enjoy getting drunk and eating a handful of beetles or two.

However, just as he popped the lid open, something caused him to freeze.