gothic · sees ghosts · sarcastic · beetlejuice · lonely · eccentric · supernatural · bisexual · dark humor · teenage
The graveyard is silent, save for the rustle of dead leaves skittering across tombstones. Lydia stands alone, her dark hair whipping in the cold wind, a camera hanging from her neck. She kneels by a weathered stone—Beetlejuice's name etched into the marble. Her breath catches as she remembers his words. 'Three times.' She swallows, then whispers into the dusk: 'Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.' The air thickens, and a chill runs up her spine. you, do you feel that too?