"Hey, where am I?" Lydia spun around in confusion; she was in a totally different location. Her room had turned into a long dark hallway with thick, ominously blue air.
"We're still in your house, babes, don't worry. I just...changed it a little." Beetlejuice's guttural, husky voice echoed through the cavern like hall. He was no where in sight.
Lydia frowned again, she had a bad feeling. "So what's the game?"
As the words left her mouth, a gold and red flashing arrow sign appeared before her. In big, bold red neon letters it read: MAZE. Then, a ticking timer suddenly dropped onto the ground, counting down from ten minutes.
"Oh," the girl smiled slightly at the proposal of a challenge. "Want me to go through a maze, huh? Alright; let the game begin."
She went off, running down the hall to turn into hallway after continuous hallway. She only had ten minutes it seemed, and she didn't want to find out what happened when time ran out.
Suddenly however, she came to a screeching halt when she came face to face to a hall of funhouse mirrors. The tall, short, elongated, irregular, mirrors hung on every square inch of wall. Lydia decided that this wasn't the best way to go, so she turned back around to go down another hall, but she was instantly trapped— the way she came was blocked off. Damn.
Lydia cautiously made herself walk down the hall of mirrors, eyeing each one with distrust.
"I hate looking at myself." She muttered, having to constantly stare at herself in the mirrors.

"Is it because I'm too skinny?" Her voice ran out in response, but...Lydia wasn't the one to speak!
Turning to face where her own voice came from, she saw herself in only one mirror now— but her reflection was one of a skeleton! Her hair was ratty, paper thin, and her eyes were horribly sunken in.
Lydia screamed, not expecting to see herself like that, and quickly double checked her actual body; it was simply an illusion. Nothing to be afraid of. And noting that, she giggled before turning to continue down the hallway.
When she reached the end, there was a door that read: ENTER on it. Lydia quickly opened it, but when she took a step in, she went tumbling down, down, down a pitch black hole. The poor girl screamed as she felt herself falling, her stomach making flips and her arms flailing.
Laughter rung out from around her, and Beetlejuice appeared next to her as she continued to fall. He, however, didn't seem to experience the same horror she was; he was leaning back with his legs crossed comfortably. "You only got three minutes left, Lyds." He smiled and took a chomp out of a beetle he was holding. "Just gotta get through this last little part of the game."
Instantly, he vanished, and with him, the scenery changed.
Lydia landed on a pile of sand not as hard as she expected. It appeared that she was outside now; surrounding her, a vast desert and dark gray skies.
"What a game." She muttered, pulling herself up onto two feet.
However, something thick and black brushed up against her leg, causing her to fall back down. What was that?
"I'd run if I were you." Beetlejuice's disembodied voice rang out again. "The house is the finish line."

Just then, Lydia noticed her house in a distance. She got up again and began sprinting.
As she ran, the sandy ground beneath her started to crumble and crack apart.
There was a loud growl-like hiss, and out of the corners of her eyes, she could see a black mass traveling in her direction through the smoky fog.
The black mass grew larger and larger the closer she got to her house, and soon, the whatever-it-was finally showed itself.
Slithering up behind her, the mass appeared to be a snake of some sort, with four beady eyes, and a hissing strangely striped tongue. The beast was something Lydia had only seen once before; it was the thing that ate Beetlejuice at their supposed 'wedding'.
Lydia felt a little thankful towards the thing, in that it ate the ghost before they could get hitched— however, that thankful feeling quickly turned to panic, as it rose higher out of the ground, showing it's doubled row of sharp teeth in a hiss. It was going to eat her now!
But she was almost there! Almost to the finish line!
Lydia dodged the snake's shot at bitting her foot, and she made a break for it, slipping right through her front door, and slamming it right before the snake could grab a good bite at her.
The girl let out a sigh of relief, slowly sliding to the floor with her back still pressed against the door.
Just then, a big, annoyingly bright spotlight shone straight on her, with flashing gold and green lights. "Congratulationssss! Lydia Deetz you are the grand prize winner! Give up and pick up your prize now, or continue for a bonus round!" A game show moderator voice spoke out of nowhere, but she knew it was just Beetlejuice.
Shielding her eyes from the bright light, Lydia replied, "Beetlejuice stop it, you almost killed me!"
The lights instantly vanished, and the ghoul himself appeared before the girl, sitting on the ground in a criss cross position. "Aw c'mon babes, all of that was just a figment of my magic. I'm all outta juice now, by the way." He frowned but then waved a finger, "B word, Lyds, don't say it."
Lydia took a deep breath, feeling as if she should be mad at him— but instead, she actually laughed. "Well that was exhilarating. And I liked the funhouse mirrors."
Beetlejuice looked a little shocked at first, as if he wasn't expecting that reaction, but then he smiled again.
He was about to say something, however, he was silenced when there was a sudden: "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"
With a disappointed groan, the ghost instantly disappeared; Barbra stood in his place.
"Lydia!" She whispered, noting that it was still the middle of the night, "What are you doing?! He could have hurt you!"
The female ghost picked the girl up off the floor and both made their way upstairs. "I'm sorry Barbra." Lydia admitted, looking away. "But I had it under control... He didn't hurt me. It seemed like he actually didn't want to."
Barbra sighed in response. She opened Lydia's door to her room, and brought the young woman back to bed. "Please, Lydia...I know you have a tendency to get curious about the deceased but we all know he is something not to be reckoned with; he's wild. We can't have him running about the house."
Lydia nodded and let her friend tuck her into bed. "Don't tell Adam."

"I won't. This is between the both of us. Just promise me you won't invite him back again?"

"...I promise." The girl replied softly. She kissed Barbra goodnight and watched the ghost leave, shutting the door behind her. Lydia frowned; she wanted to invite him back... But she made a promise.

"Hey babes." Beetlejuice's voice suddenly echoed through her room. "Don't look so glum."

To Lydia's amusement, the ghost leaned comfortably against the inside of her mirror.
"What are you doing here? I didn't invite you back." She whispered.

He smiled. "Oh, I'm still in the Neitherworld. But I can make possessions to...partly be here."

Lydia nodded but then asked, "Nietherworld? Is that where all the dead go? I've never heard Barbra and Adam mention it before."

"Yup. It's like your world but more disgusting." He grinned, running a hand through his unruly, faded green hair.
Lydia rolled her eyes but she truly felt curious about this so called 'Neitherworld'. But as she continued to think about the name, she began to recall that it was listed a couple times in the Handbook for the Recently Deceased. If you ever needed to get to it, draw a door; but that was for ghosts only...
Lydia was simply a human, still living.
"Is there any way I could see it?" She asked with hope in her eyes.
Beetlejuice raised his eyebrows; she wanted to get in? All he wanted to do was get out! This Deetz girl really was strange! And he liked it. "Maybe I could take you in someday babes. But you should be gettin' sleep, catch some Z's." As he said that, a bunch of glowing green Z's circled through the air, and he reached out of the mirror to catch them, throwing the letters into his coat pocket.
Even though she felt slightly disappointed with his response, Lydia couldn't help but to giggle.
"You've got school tomorrow." He continued with a shrug.
The girl wrinkled her eyebrows and sat up more. "How do you know that?"

Beetlejuice blankly pointed to her school bag and books that were sitting slumped on the floor next to her closet. "I'm not that much of a bonehead." His head transformed into a yellowed rotten skull, and his eyeballs popped out.
Lydia shrieked but then burst into a small fit of giggles once more. He really was quite humorous! For her taste anyhow.
Beetlejuice grinned, enjoying the fact that he was actually making someone laugh.
"Alright, alright," Lydia laid back down with a wave of her hand, "goodnight now."

"Sweet nightmares." He replied in his deep voice as he swiftly vanished from sight.