An Attractive Ghost? ~Beetlejuice x Reader~

~| Chapter 2 |~

"Delia, this is Y/n," Charles said with a smile, gesturing to me.

I put my hand out to her with a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Miss Delia."

Delia glanced at my hand before putting hers in mine, giving a firm but gentle shake. She smiled, but it seemed small and forceful. After a quick shake, she pulled away.

"I'm so glad we can go on that trip to the Caribbean, Charles. Without that strange daughter of yours." Delia giggled, then looked over to me again. "Good luck with her, by the way."

"Uh...thanks?" I replied, not sure how I should take that comment. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Charles then returned to me and grabbed a wad of cash from his coat pocket. He handed it to me with a small smile. "Here, thirty-five a day, seven days we'll be gone. This is two hundred forty-five, plus fifty extra to get food for the both of you."

"Thanks." I couldn't help but smile softly at Charles, taking the cash like it would melt in my hands. I looked over to Delia, who seemed slightly frustrated with furrowed brows. She moved towards Charles and held onto his arm.

"Charles, you know there's food in the fridge! They can just have that and we can keep that fifty for us!" Delia almost seemed to whine as she clung to him. It seemed like she was a real suck-up for money.

"Delia, honey." Charles turned to her, beginning to head to the front door. He gave me a quick wink, and I immediately nodded and got the hint. He was trying to get her out of the house. "You know those two won't eat your kale and quinoa salads. They like other things and..."

As he continued to speak, he coaxed Delia out of the house and closed the door behind them. Not long after, I heard the car start up. They pulled out of the driveway and I let out a sigh.

"Lyds!" I called out, beginning to take my bag up the spiral staircase. "You home?"

I reached the top of the steps and exhaled. It didn't look like there were a lot of steps, but man, I was winded. I looked around and saw a few rooms. Most of them were open except for one. Smirking, I headed to the room and knocked on it.

"Lydia? It's Y/n." I called out.

As soon as I spoke, Lydia opened the door with wide eyes. She hadn't changed a bit since I last saw her. Her hair was just at her shoulders, still dyed black. Her gothic dress and pretty silver earrings were all the same.

"Y/n!" She couldn't hold back a smile as she wrapped her arms around me. I quickly returned the embrace, smiling as well. "I missed you. Even if it was only a month ago that I saw you."

"You know I always miss you, Lyds." I said softly, pulling away gently and smiling at her. "You're always my favorite to watch, y'know?"

"I know." Lydia nodded with a smirk, her face returning to her usual neutral expression. She hummed, then glanced over to the stairs to the attic for just a second.

My gaze shifted awkwardly as well. I thought I had seen someone at the door of the attic, but maybe I was crazy. Narrowing my eyes, I noticed that the door handle was still jiggling slightly. I glanced at Lydia.

"Hey, Lyds. Did you see th–"

"See what? I didn't see anything." Lydia responded before I could even finish my sentence. Her eyes seemed to widen ever so slightly, and she carefully put her hands behind her back. "I don't know what you're talking about. You sure you're okay?"

"Whatever you say. Then you wouldn't mind if headed up there." I raised a brow, narrowing my eyes at her. I began to take a few steps up the stairs, hearing the old wood begin to creak as moved.

I took a glance over my shoulder, seeing Lydia grow more tense with each step I took. Her hands began to grow more shaky as I approached the door to the attic. I got to the last step before the door and took one more glance over my shoulder to Lydia. A bead of sweat began to roll down her forehead as I placed my hand on the door handle.

"W-Wait!" Lydia called out as I pushed the handle on the door. I looked at her, "Don't you uh... have to do something... else?"

"Lydia, what could be so bad that you're keeping me out of the attic of all places?" I rolled my eyes, opening the door anyway. "Nothing can be that bad, it's just an attic."

As I said that, I looked into the attic and saw that it was slightly furnished. It was unfinished, with furniture that was covered in white cloth. In the middle of the attic, there was what seemed like a small display of the town that Lydia and I lived in. It was strange to see just how accurate it was. Above it were fairy lights that were strung around, providing just enough light to see.

That was when I noticed two figures that were standing awkwardly behind a few boxes. One was taller than the other the other. He had short brown hair that almost curled, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He had on a white and black flannel shirt with some khakis. He seemed rather kind-hearted.

The other was a female with blonde curly hair. She had on a green dress with white daisies on it. She also had brown eyes, and she seemed rather timid at the moment. She was holding both of her hands to her chest and rubbing her knuckles anxiously. Her gaze stilled on me, and so did the man. That's when I heard the stairs begin to creak again. I turned around and saw Lydia standing behind me.

"Do you uh... know that there's two people up here...?" I asked her, looking back at the two strangers in the attic. Maybe these two are who I saw in the window as I approached.

"You can see them?" Lydia asked softly, staring at me for a bit. She rubbed her arm, sighing.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be able to?" I looked at the two, watching as the man pushed his glasses up on his nose. I snickered quietly, trying to ease the tension. "What are they, ghosts?"

None of them seemed to move at my comment. I swallowed, looking back at Lydia. No way these two guys are actually ghosts, right...? That would be crazy, I can see them perfectly fine. Yeah, they're real. Not ghosts.

"No, they're... dead." Lydia whispered softly, stepping up into the attic. She shuffled over to the two figures. She mumbled a quiet "excuse me" and put her hand through the woman's stomach. She wiggled her fingers around and looked back at me.

"I-I was kidding!" I gasped, my eyes widening. I stared at the two, then stepped back, my hands beginning to tremble. I could feel the color drain from my face as Lydia set her hand on my arm. My heart was going a mile a minute in my chest and I suddenly felt slightly dizzy.