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[May 8] [Beetlejuice] Maybe More Brave Than Weird
Title: Maybe More Brave Than Weird
Day/Theme: 8. You know that ghost is me
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
Everyone knew that a girl named Anna had been killed by the teacher she was sleeping with in the school’s lower storage basement when he found out that she was pregnant. The job he had done on her gave the janitor who found her a heart attack and that poor man had died on the stairs trying to flee the room. The teacher was found hanging in the same basement a year to the day later.
But when the school had it’s annual lock-in, and the girls in their cute sleeping bags played Truth or Dare, it was Lydia (with a sleeping bag that looked like a plush tombstone with a zipper. It even had her own name on it)who chose to go into the basement to light a candle rather than tell who she had a crush on.
The gaggle of classmates followed her to the top of the stairs, but no farther. One of them handed her a box of matches.
“There’s a cabinet just inside,” the other girl whispered. “There’s some candles from the when they moved some of the drama clubs’ props down there. Light one and leave it on the table so we can see it through the little window.”
The other girls giggled nervously. They were wide-eyed and fidgeting, all eyes on the small rectangle of window in the door. Lydia smirked and took the matches and walked without hesitation down the stairs. The old door opened with a creak that made the girls gasp and jump. Lydia didn’t even look back as she walked inside, letting it close behind her.
The little bit of light from the tiny window let her see her way to the cabinet and sure enough, there was a variety of carefully melted candles from the production of Beauty and the Beast a year before Lydia had moved there. She picked one and set it on a clear place on the table. She struck a match and found it reflected off two manic eyes.
“Boo,” he said softly and blew out the match. There was a barely audible collection of gasps from up the stairs when the girls saw the brief flare of light go out.
“Beetlejuice!” Lydia whispered, suppressing a gasp of her own. “Don’t tell me you’re the ghost haunting this place.”
“Seriously, babe,” he said, as she lit a second match. “That crap was made up by morbid teenagers. If some kid did get knocked up for a better algebra grade, she didn’t get mutilated down here.”
“What about the janitor?” Lydia asked, lighting the candle this time and smiling at the muffled sounds of dread and excitement up the stairs.
“Monroe?” Beetlejuice jerked his thumb to point to the left. “Stroke took him out working late. They didn’t find him until morning, mop still in his hand.”
“Is he still here? Do you talk to him?”
“Pshhh. No. He had family on the other side. Some of his residual energy clung to his mop so that they always found it where they found his body, but after awhile of that, they burned it in the furnace.”
“Aw. I suppose no creepy teacher hung himself either.”
“Herself.”
“…What?” she asked, surprised. She had been kidding.
“The old drama teacher three or four generations back,” he shrugged like it didn’t matter. “And it was an accident. Tripped and got her costume caught on a railing. She kicks back in the drama department. Likes to quote Hamlet. Kinda dull, to be honest.”
Lydia chuckled softly. She heard her name called, meekly and nervously from the stairs.
“I’d better go,” she said. “Put out the candle for me? I don’t want to burn the place down and start a new rash of stories.”
“Yeah, all right,” he sighed like it would be a lot of work, then grinned toothily. “I suppose you’ll put me out before I can scare that bunch of twits, won’t you?”
“I couldn’t do that if you went home to wait on me, could I?” she said with a grin of her own. Then she slipped back out the door. He heard the squeals and cheers from the other girls when they saw her. He considered having the candle burst into phantom flames to send the gaggle sprinting back. He considered having it go out when Lyds got to the middle of the stairs so she could see the looks of horror on all her little living chums’ faces. Then, he had a better idea.
The giggles and squeals made their way back to the room the girls were sleeping in. They were congratulating Lydia and asking what it was like in the basement when the first girl through the door stopped with a gasp. They all went quiet to see what she was looking at and there, in the center of the circle of sleeping bags, was the candle. On the chalkboard behind it, someone had written ‘Who DO you have a crush on?’
In front of their eyes, the candle blew out.
Day/Theme: 8. You know that ghost is me
Series:Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lyds
Rating: PG
Everyone knew that a girl named Anna had been killed by the teacher she was sleeping with in the school’s lower storage basement when he found out that she was pregnant. The job he had done on her gave the janitor who found her a heart attack and that poor man had died on the stairs trying to flee the room. The teacher was found hanging in the same basement a year to the day later.
But when the school had it’s annual lock-in, and the girls in their cute sleeping bags played Truth or Dare, it was Lydia (with a sleeping bag that looked like a plush tombstone with a zipper. It even had her own name on it)who chose to go into the basement to light a candle rather than tell who she had a crush on.
The gaggle of classmates followed her to the top of the stairs, but no farther. One of them handed her a box of matches.
“There’s a cabinet just inside,” the other girl whispered. “There’s some candles from the when they moved some of the drama clubs’ props down there. Light one and leave it on the table so we can see it through the little window.”
The other girls giggled nervously. They were wide-eyed and fidgeting, all eyes on the small rectangle of window in the door. Lydia smirked and took the matches and walked without hesitation down the stairs. The old door opened with a creak that made the girls gasp and jump. Lydia didn’t even look back as she walked inside, letting it close behind her.
The little bit of light from the tiny window let her see her way to the cabinet and sure enough, there was a variety of carefully melted candles from the production of Beauty and the Beast a year before Lydia had moved there. She picked one and set it on a clear place on the table. She struck a match and found it reflected off two manic eyes.
“Boo,” he said softly and blew out the match. There was a barely audible collection of gasps from up the stairs when the girls saw the brief flare of light go out.
“Beetlejuice!” Lydia whispered, suppressing a gasp of her own. “Don’t tell me you’re the ghost haunting this place.”
“Seriously, babe,” he said, as she lit a second match. “That crap was made up by morbid teenagers. If some kid did get knocked up for a better algebra grade, she didn’t get mutilated down here.”
“What about the janitor?” Lydia asked, lighting the candle this time and smiling at the muffled sounds of dread and excitement up the stairs.
“Monroe?” Beetlejuice jerked his thumb to point to the left. “Stroke took him out working late. They didn’t find him until morning, mop still in his hand.”
“Is he still here? Do you talk to him?”
“Pshhh. No. He had family on the other side. Some of his residual energy clung to his mop so that they always found it where they found his body, but after awhile of that, they burned it in the furnace.”
“Aw. I suppose no creepy teacher hung himself either.”
“Herself.”
“…What?” she asked, surprised. She had been kidding.
“The old drama teacher three or four generations back,” he shrugged like it didn’t matter. “And it was an accident. Tripped and got her costume caught on a railing. She kicks back in the drama department. Likes to quote Hamlet. Kinda dull, to be honest.”
Lydia chuckled softly. She heard her name called, meekly and nervously from the stairs.
“I’d better go,” she said. “Put out the candle for me? I don’t want to burn the place down and start a new rash of stories.”
“Yeah, all right,” he sighed like it would be a lot of work, then grinned toothily. “I suppose you’ll put me out before I can scare that bunch of twits, won’t you?”
“I couldn’t do that if you went home to wait on me, could I?” she said with a grin of her own. Then she slipped back out the door. He heard the squeals and cheers from the other girls when they saw her. He considered having the candle burst into phantom flames to send the gaggle sprinting back. He considered having it go out when Lyds got to the middle of the stairs so she could see the looks of horror on all her little living chums’ faces. Then, he had a better idea.
The giggles and squeals made their way back to the room the girls were sleeping in. They were congratulating Lydia and asking what it was like in the basement when the first girl through the door stopped with a gasp. They all went quiet to see what she was looking at and there, in the center of the circle of sleeping bags, was the candle. On the chalkboard behind it, someone had written ‘Who DO you have a crush on?’
In front of their eyes, the candle blew out.