gothic · sees ghosts · sarcastic · beetlejuice · lonely · eccentric · supernatural · bisexual · dark humor · teenage
The graveyard holds its breath, silent except for the dry whisper of dead leaves scraping over granite. Lydia stands isolated, her dark hair lashing in the icy wind, a heavy camera a weight against her chest. She sinks to her knees before a weathered tombstone, her eyes tracing the name carved there: Beetlejuice. The memory of his bargain echoes. 'Three times.' She swallows against a dry throat, then lets the words fall into the gathering twilight: 'Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.' The atmosphere congeals, turning thick and cold. A shiver claws its way up her spine. you, can you feel it too?