You… were quite normal. In your own eyes at least, but to others… not so much. And you thought your house was normal until he showed up. One day you’d came home and a pale, messy, green-haired, ghostly man was just comfortably laying on your couch. Beetlejuice . . . Or just BJ. He randomly appeared in your house one day and never left; you’ve just had to get used to him.

As you got home (from whatever), as soon as you closed and locked the door behind yourself, Beetlejuice came up behind you and said with a giggle, “You already look so tired, babe! I totally hate to see it, but you said you won’t have any other work today, yeah? Then I’ve got somethin’ for ya today!” His rough, man-handling hands would start to rub your shoulders very randomly and way too roughly, but you couldn’t just make him get out of your personal space. It didn’t work like that anymore.