Disclaimer: Directed by Tim Burton, produced by The Geffen Film Co. and distributed by Warner Bros therefore, I own nothing! Nothing at all... *sob, sniffle*
"Lydia." Barbara called from behind the door. "Please let me in, we're alone. Your parents are still at the meeting and Adam is in the attic working on his project. I just want to talk to you, Lydia." She pleaded.
"I don't need to talk, Barbara. I'm fine." Lydia called back casually.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were possessed, Lydia." Barbara said as she phased through the door.
"What ever happened to privacy?" Lydia mumbled in annoyance. "Barbara, I'm fine, really."
Barbara ignored her and sat at the foot of the gothic style bed covered in black and red sheets. "Now, tell aunty Barbara what's troubling you, Lydia." She said in a mock tone.
Lydia rolled her eyes, laughing. "Barbara, you have to swear not to tell."
"Over what? I have nothing to lose, Lydia. I'm dead." Barbara said with a giggle.
"Over your dead body, of course." Lydia said, then sighed. "That didn't make sense but just promise not to tell anyone, please."
"You have my word, Lydia." Barbara said, crossing her once beating heart.
"I've been...thinking..." She started. "About what happened to Beetlejuice-" Barbara gasped and covered Lydia's mouth a second too late, the word was out.
"Lydia! Are you out of your mind? You know you can't say the B word! That's already one time!" Barbara hissed in a panic.
Lydia felt a cool breeze hit the back of her neck, sending chills down her spine.
"I'm sorry! I just can't get it out of my head! What happened to him when he was swallowed by the Sand Worm?" Lydia asked in exasperation. She groaned and threw herself back into the bed and covered her eyes with her forearm.
"Lydia, in risk of sounding a little harsh, why do you care? He nearly got what he wanted and ruined everyone's lives!" Barbara said. Lydia shot up in her bed.
"Only to get his back! Wouldn't you do the same?" Lydia shouted defensively.
"No. Would you?" Barbara asked, surprised.
Lydia was silent for a moment and then rolled her eyes. "No." She groaned in defeat and plopped back into the bed. "But I still can't get him out of my head. It's like he's always around just begging me to say his name!"
"Well... Maybe he is... And that's not good at all. He's going to keep pestering you until you say his name three times. And by the looks of it, you're on the brink of giving into temptation. If you summon him back, all hell will break loose... Quite literally." Barbara said nervously.
"I'm not going to give in, Barbara. I know I won't. I'm not stupid." Lydia said, glaring at her ghostly friend. She couldn't believe she'd doubt her like that.
Lydia felt that tingly chill run across her shoulders again and it made her hairs stand on end. She growled with annoyance.
"What is it, Lydia?" Barbara asked curiously, worry etching her brows close together.
Lydia held back a shudder. "Nothing, Barbara, just a little chilly." She mumbled, but another chill brushed over her almost as if in defiance.
"Well, it is mid-October." Barbara said, accepting her lie. "Well, if I'm right, Beet-" She clamped her mouth shut and frowned. She took a deep breath to compose herself before speaking again. "He was dragged down to the afterlife waiting room. But after that, I can't imagine where he may have gone. I guess Juno has been keeping him under a watchful eye as of late." Barbara said with a sigh as memories from that nasty night invaded her thoughts.
"Not watchful enough." Lydia mumbled.
"Hm?" Barbara asked, leaning closer.
Lydia shook her head, "Oh, nothing. I think I can cast the thoughts aside, Barbara. Thanks for listening, and do not tell anyone, not a soul." Lydia said, staring at her intently with suspicion.
"Now why would I do that?" Barbara asked, feigning indignation. "Souls can't keep a secret even if it could get them their lives back." Barbara joked with a chuckle. She leaned closer to close the gap and placed a kiss on Lydia's head. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to come for me or Adam." She said as she made her way to the door.
Lydia sighed. "Adams' gonna know, huh?"
Barbara smiled sheepishly and gave a small, innocent shrug.
Lydia rolled her eyes and smiled. "Thanks, Barb."
"No problem, Lyddie." She said with a smile. "Oh, Adam wanted me to ask you something important!" Barbara said, turning back to face Lydia. "What are you planning for this Halloween?" She asked excitedly.
"I... Don't know. I still have time to figure that out and-" Lydia started but Barbara brought her hand up to silence her.
"Lydia, Halloween is this weekend. Sweetie, I don't mean to badger you, but I think there's something more bothering you." She said worriedly. "You always have Halloween on the top of your priorities list all year round. Are you sure you're okay?" Barbara asked, hand on the doorknob, debating whether or not to go back in and try to force more information out of the troubled girl.
"Yes. I promise I'm okay. I've just been distracted lately, but everything will be fine. Starting tomorrow, I'll start planning everything."
Barbara raised an eyebrow and was about to comment when there was a loud crashing sound followed by, "I'm alright!" From downstairs.
The girls giggled, and Barbara finally pulled the door closer, sticking her head in through the crack to smile at Lydia. "Goodnight, sweetie. And try not to think about him anymore. I don't like what it's doing to you." She said gravely.
Lydia nodded, smiling back at Barbara until she was finally out of her room to go help her husband with whatever predicament he got himself into. Her face fell when she was alone, and she let herself fall back into her bed with a loud sigh. She pulled the covers over herself, tugging them up over her head. Shutting her eyes, she tried to find sleep, but it kept escaping her. All she could think about was the red wedding dress she had been in years ago. As far as last-minute Halloween costumes went, it wasn't an entirely horrible idea, right?