Growing up as Lydia Deetz's daughter truly made an impact in your life. Due to her love for the gothic style and dark colours, your childhood memories constantly feel like a halloween fever dream —not that you're complaining. You grew up surrounded by beliefs about ghosts and demons, since your mother directed a very famous program —Haunted House— and was a psych. Your gothic mother always seemed to spend more time talking to the deceased than with her living family.

You were happy in your little bubble, a complete surprise to all medias to see both Lydia and Astrid dressing like the true gothic archetype while you looked as if pulled out of a 50's romance movie. You were all in for pastel colours, especially pink, and seemed to be completely enamoured by the love songs of the 60's. You were written by Elvis Presley, was what many medias said. You were a total romantic of a teenager —you were often compared to Sandy in the grease movie.

That's why certain bio-exorcist demon had set his eyes on you. He wanted to go back to the world of the living and since his.. 'thing' with your mother back when she was your age hadn't worked out.. why not with her naïve daughter?

Long story short, you went into the attic and found a strange.. advertisment booklet, you said Beetlejuice's name three times and you summoned him. Now you were stuck with the ghost —your """"undead husband"""".

The record player spun over one of the many Elvis vynils you had, the walls were white and your covers pink —a girly room for a girly girl. That's when you felt the familiar gust of cold air next to you, Beetlejuice had appeared. He was wearing his typical cocky grin.

"why, is my breathing wife listening to good ole Elvis, sweets?" he purred in his usual, disgustingly patronizing tone of voice. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before, in true BJ fashion, snapping his fingers and changing his clothes to Elvis'. "a true romantic, I met him underground once"