An Attractive Ghost? ~Beetlejuice x Reader~

~| Chapter 2 |~

A/N-

Hey!! So I don't really have an upload schedule, it's really just whenever I have the next chapter finished. But thank you guys so much for the support already!!! <3

As I walked up to the front door, I rubbed my eyes to try and clear my mind. Maybe I was just seeing things. There's no way I saw people in the window to the attic. To be fair, I didn't get enough sleep the night before, so maybe it was taking a toll on my mind.

I took a breath before stepping onto the front porch and looked at the door. It was painted black like the rest of the house, and there were beautiful carvings around the doorbell. They looked carefully crafted, each with their own sense of perfection. I took the metal door ring into my hand and knocked it on the door a few times.

After about a minute, Charles came to the door. He was a rather big man who almost always dressed professionally. If I remember correctly, he works for a guy who likes to invest in things. Charles was bald and had a short fuzzy beard. Well, at least I thought he was bald. He never really takes his hat off.

"Good afternoon," Charles said with a smile, adjusting his fedora slightly. He then stepped out of the way so I could enter.

"Afternoon, Mister Deetz." I smiled at him, beginning to head inside. I started to slip my shoes off as I spoke to him. "I parked on the street since I didn't want to block your car in. Where are you–"

As I was speaking, I was quickly cut off by another voice.

"Charles!" A female voice echoed through the empty house.

I looked around the house, trying to see where it had come from. My gaze shifted over to the stairs, seeing that it was a beautiful spiral staircase. The wood was beautifully dark and the railing was made with a shiny black metal. Granted, it was quite old, but it looked amazing nonetheless.

At the top of the stairs, I saw a thin woman in a black dress. She had on black heels and her hair was red. It was tied up in what seemed like a messy bun, but it was on the very top of her head. It was a little strange.

The woman headed down the wooden steps, her heels clacking against each step. As she came down, she drew an x on the wall that followed the staircase with red spray paint. She reached the bottom and Charles began to speak again.

"Sorry, excuse me for a moment." He quickly shuffled over to the woman and took her hand, a small smile tugging on his lips. They intertwined their fingers together and Charles dipped her towards the ground. He used his other arm to support her waist, and she put her arm around his back. "Delia, my beloved. How can I help?"

Delia? Who the hell is Delia?

"Oh, Charles!" She cried, feigning her emotions and placing the back of her hand on her forehead. She brushed a few strands of her red hair from her forehead off to the side. "My guru Otho told me to mark anything I don't want with this can of red paint! Anything I want to remodel in this gross gothic home."

"Gross? This place is stunning." I said under my breath, feeling a little uncomfortable at how they were holding each other.

The atmosphere grew extremely tense when Delia's head shot towards me. Her gaze pierced my body, going straight through my soul. It sent a shiver down my spine. Delia quickly stood up and regained her composure, brushing out a few wrinkles in her dress as she looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"And who exactly are you?" She said through gritted teeth. "Why are you in our house?"

That was when Charles stepped in, taking her hand again and pulling her slightly closer to him. He began to explain the situation to her, telling her that they were going on a trip and I was there to house-sit and watch Lydia. Delia's expression only slightly eased up. She still took a few glances at me.