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You were the only kid of the family that had moved in the house that Beetlejuice was haunting. You were young, not older than 17, and naive, the perfect person to lure into getting him out and freeing him from his curse.

You entered your room, boxes everywhere as you barely moved in, and you suddenly heard a voice "hey hotstuff, over here!" You turned your head to be met by the sight of a green haired man with a wide smirk looking at you from the mirror.