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 went out to 'buy' some things. I just want to talk to you, Lydia." She begged.

"I don't want 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 black bed. "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 and 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 covered her 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 wailed frantically.

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 said in exasperation. She groaned and threw herself back into the bed and covered her eyes with her forearm.

"Lydia, not to be rude or anything but, 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 in annoyance.

Lydia felt that tingly chill run across her shoulders again and it made her hairs stand on the edge. She growled in annoyance.

"What is it Lydia?" Barbara asked worriedly.

Lydia held back a shudder and forced a smile. "Nothing, Barbara, just a little chilly." Another chill passed by her.

"Well, it is mid October..." Barbara said matter of factly. "Well, if I'm right, Beet-. He, was dragged down to the afterlife reception 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 flooded her train of thought.

"Not watchful enough..." Lydia mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Oh, nothing. I guess I can cast the thoughts aside, Barbara. Thanks for listening and do not tell anyone, not a soul." Lydia said with suspicious eyes.

"Now why would I do that?...Souls can't keep secrets for a minute." Barbara mocked with a chuckle. She leaned over and placed a kiss on Lydia's head. "If you need anything, don't be afraid to come for me or Alan." She said from 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 as she reentered the room. "What are you planning for this Halloween, Lydia?" She asked excitedly.

"I...don't know. I still have a few weeks to figure that out an-" Lydia started but Barbara bought her hand up to silence her.

"Lydia, Halloween is this weekend. Honey you must be fighting your personal demons!" She said worriedly. "You always have Halloween on the top of your to-do list all year round. Are you sure you're OK?" Barbara placed her hand on her shoulder.

"I...I guess I've been out of it lately but it's just a matter of getting back on track. I'll be fine. We'll start tomorrow." Lydia said, her voice more cheery with every sentence.

Barbara raised an eyebrow and was about to comment when the front door slammed shut and there was a loud crashing sound followed by a "It's Adam! I'm alright!" from downstairs.

The girls giggled before Barbara kissed Lydia's forehead. "Goodnight, honey. And try not to think about him." She said cautiously.

Lydia nodded before sighing and laying back into her bed. Barbara tucked her in and left to aid her husband.

Lydia just sighed again and shut her eyes, trying to find sleep. But all that would come, were images of herself in the red wedding dress she had been in, a year ago.