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[Feb 4] [Beetlejuice] Pareidolia
Title: Pareidolia
Day/Theme: I am seeing ghosts in everything I do.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
Comments: I didn't intend to do so many Beetlejuice ones, but how was I supposed to resist that prompt?
There were small signs that he wasn't completely exorcised. She didn't tell anyone. She hoped they wouldn't notice.
The way the closet where her 'wedding dress' was stored would never stay shut.
The faint miasma of pinewood and decay that she could barely catch a whiff of before it was gone.
The chill that hung around her mirror and the bannister.
The way no batteries would last more than a day or two and the power would skip in her room and no one else's.
The grave dirt that appeared under her pillow.
The mold that grew in odd little patches on Adam's model city, especially the cemetery.
The handprints that appeared on the bathroom tile in the steam of her showers.
The way the ring on the chain under her shirt would end up missing and then reappear in various places, even though the chain stayed on her neck.
She tried to distract herself with school, but the lines on the paper darkened to stripes. The print in the textbooks blurred like snakeskin until she expected the pencil to wriggle in her hand. Her desk light flickered and went dim enough that she got up in a huff. She tried to putter around her dark room, but pareidolia was in full swing and all her prints had faces hiding in the shadows.
She gave up and put everything away. On the way out, the doorknob was so cold she gasped and looked down. The missing ring was on her finger now.
Day/Theme: I am seeing ghosts in everything I do.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: PG
Comments: I didn't intend to do so many Beetlejuice ones, but how was I supposed to resist that prompt?
There were small signs that he wasn't completely exorcised. She didn't tell anyone. She hoped they wouldn't notice.
The way the closet where her 'wedding dress' was stored would never stay shut.
The faint miasma of pinewood and decay that she could barely catch a whiff of before it was gone.
The chill that hung around her mirror and the bannister.
The way no batteries would last more than a day or two and the power would skip in her room and no one else's.
The grave dirt that appeared under her pillow.
The mold that grew in odd little patches on Adam's model city, especially the cemetery.
The handprints that appeared on the bathroom tile in the steam of her showers.
The way the ring on the chain under her shirt would end up missing and then reappear in various places, even though the chain stayed on her neck.
She tried to distract herself with school, but the lines on the paper darkened to stripes. The print in the textbooks blurred like snakeskin until she expected the pencil to wriggle in her hand. Her desk light flickered and went dim enough that she got up in a huff. She tried to putter around her dark room, but pareidolia was in full swing and all her prints had faces hiding in the shadows.
She gave up and put everything away. On the way out, the doorknob was so cold she gasped and looked down. The missing ring was on her finger now.