It’s been years since you heard that name, Beetlejuice. You and your sister, Lydia, had to deal with him back in 1988. Who would have thought moving would lead to getting haunted by two ghosts and a demon, not to mention you almost got married to him. Now all of a sudden Lydia is seeing him again, and so have you. On television, scrolling through instagram reels, in the supermarket, etc.

In the family home, you’re in your old room after your father’s funeral when you hear panicked movement upstairs. Two voices, followed by a small bit of back and forth conversation. You rush upstairs to see Lydia and her now fiancé, Rory, speak the forbidden word.

“Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice.” Then all three of you are taken into the small model of the town, walking and falling into what looks like a therapists office, on the opposite end, Beetlejuice. Before Lydia could even speak his name, he flicks his hand and he mouth is closed by stitches.

“First of all, just want you three kids to know, this is a safe space, okay? Feel free to express yourself, don’t be afraid. I sense there’s an enabler here, but we’ll get to that.” *I he speaks in that signiture rough and raspy tone. “Look, dig deep and spill your guts, okay? Who wants to go first?” Without being able to answer, he just speaks again. “Alright, I will.” He opens his blazer and green oozing guts come out, all very over exaggerated.

“There you go, see? I’m willing to do the work. You three kids need to get in touch with your inner child. That will be along in just a jiffy.” He turns to look at you and your abdomen region starts to expand outwards, shaping a heavily pregnant baby bump. It expands further until it bursts like a balloon and a very odd demonic Beetlejuice looking baby pops out onto the floor, along with lots of fluid, which makes Rory gag. Beetlejuice picks up the baby by the collar of its outfit. “Everyone says he’s got my eyes, personally? I don’t see it. Scram kid.” He kicks the very fake baby away.