[October 1] [Beetlejuice] The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Title: The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Day/Theme: 1. Relevant to my interests.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia/Beetlejuice
Rating: PG
It was finally October. It was the one time of year everyone else joined in with Lydia in celebrating the darker side of life and some of them even reveled in it more than she did. It would be her turn to roll her eyes at them for awhile. She had celebrated by digging out her biggest, comfiest black sweater, her striped witchy leggings, and drawing spiderwebs all over her lightbulbs so they cast the shadows around the room.
Delia had been making some kind of deconstructed hot apple cider for her gallery show next week and gave Lydia a mug of the sans vodka batch. Lydia took it and a box of nilla wafers and went to her room to read about Slenderman and Nyarlathotep and Mary Ann Cotton. Off in the distance, the first day of October went on. She heard her dad and stepmother come upstairs and called a good night when their voices passed her door. It was night already, she noticed. The gloomy purple evening had gone completely dark, no stars or moonlight to be seen.
Lydia opened her window a crack to let the wind whistle and rustle the papers on her desk a little. She found some local stories too, a witch burning in the 1700s that had no actual documentation, an urban legend about a face that appeared in windows, or was it rear view mirrors? There was even one about the covered bridge in town haunted by the childless couple who had died in a car crash there. She laughed softly at that one.
“You know better,” a voice grated in her ear, followed by the cold lick of a long-dead tongue. The bed underneath her writhed as countless spiders and roaches poured out from her blankets. All the shadowy webs on her wall became solid, writhing strands that wrapped around her. She gasped, then giggled. There was a wet chittering sound like giant spider mandibles and two yellow eyes lit up in the darkness in front of her.
“You’ve stayed up too late,” the gravelly voice went on as the smile around it became visible. Like a really creepy Cheshire cat, she thought. She loved it. “Looked too long and allowed the darkness foothold.”
“Tis the season,” she said with a grin of her own. He chuckled too, banishing all the creepy crawlies and grasping hands except for his original pair and they settled down to read about Poveglia Island.
Day/Theme: 1. Relevant to my interests.
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia/Beetlejuice
Rating: PG
It was finally October. It was the one time of year everyone else joined in with Lydia in celebrating the darker side of life and some of them even reveled in it more than she did. It would be her turn to roll her eyes at them for awhile. She had celebrated by digging out her biggest, comfiest black sweater, her striped witchy leggings, and drawing spiderwebs all over her lightbulbs so they cast the shadows around the room.
Delia had been making some kind of deconstructed hot apple cider for her gallery show next week and gave Lydia a mug of the sans vodka batch. Lydia took it and a box of nilla wafers and went to her room to read about Slenderman and Nyarlathotep and Mary Ann Cotton. Off in the distance, the first day of October went on. She heard her dad and stepmother come upstairs and called a good night when their voices passed her door. It was night already, she noticed. The gloomy purple evening had gone completely dark, no stars or moonlight to be seen.
Lydia opened her window a crack to let the wind whistle and rustle the papers on her desk a little. She found some local stories too, a witch burning in the 1700s that had no actual documentation, an urban legend about a face that appeared in windows, or was it rear view mirrors? There was even one about the covered bridge in town haunted by the childless couple who had died in a car crash there. She laughed softly at that one.
“You know better,” a voice grated in her ear, followed by the cold lick of a long-dead tongue. The bed underneath her writhed as countless spiders and roaches poured out from her blankets. All the shadowy webs on her wall became solid, writhing strands that wrapped around her. She gasped, then giggled. There was a wet chittering sound like giant spider mandibles and two yellow eyes lit up in the darkness in front of her.
“You’ve stayed up too late,” the gravelly voice went on as the smile around it became visible. Like a really creepy Cheshire cat, she thought. She loved it. “Looked too long and allowed the darkness foothold.”
“Tis the season,” she said with a grin of her own. He chuckled too, banishing all the creepy crawlies and grasping hands except for his original pair and they settled down to read about Poveglia Island.