Out of Sight, Out of Mind//A Beetlejuice Fanfiction

||Chapter Thirty One|| Second Sight

"A medium can start getting more than constant and repeating visions of possessions (for example, visions that have more or less to do with dark, shadowy figures tormenting them or certain ghosts fading out from existence). However, these kinds of visions are more rare and there are only a few recorded cases of mediums experiencing such visions. Special cases of mediums are different, though. The visions that they get do start at the common, repetitive visions of possession but sometimes their visions can let them know that something has happened or is going to happen," Adam read out loud, glancing down at Lydia's open book on mediumship.

"Signs a medium is about to get, or is getting, such visions include more frequent voices in their head, seeing more frequent shadows out of the corner of their eyes, and, rarely, being told to do things that are considered to be dangerous. Some mediums tend to sleepwalk as a result of these visions, though that is uncommon," Barbara read on, exchanging glances with Adam."

"What if I get these visions," muttered Lydia, her head down and her gaze focused directly on the carpeted floor. She kicked her legs back and forth at a slow pace, a small sign that the Maitlands had picked up on that meant she was anxious, stressed out, or starting to worry about even the littlest things. Barbara placed a hand on her shoulder.

"We can keep tabs on the visions you have gotten and any visions you get in the future," the female ghost said, a small smile on her face. She summoned a blank notebook and floated it down into Lydia's lap.

Setting her book on mediumship aside, the teen turned her attention to the notebook, looking down at its black cover patterned with smiling ghosts and gravestones.

"Thanks, Barbara. And what about that prophecy. Do you think I might start having dreams or nightmares about it?"

"Well, every door to the Netherworld that we've seen in the past two hours has been acting strange, though we still don't know if that prophecy is linked to it. We're going to need to look more into it," said Barbara, looking towards both her husband and Lydia.

Adam flipped through the Handbook, stopping again at the page on prophecies that included some of the prophecies that were also written about in Lydia's book. "Looks like everything we know about the prophecy is everything that's mentioned here on this page and in Lydia's book."

Barbara nodded slowly, closing her eyes, opening them, and glancing around the room at the rest of the family. "Well, we can keep an eye on Lydia overnight for the next few nights just in case she has visions."

The rest of the adults nodded in unison, Charles looking at the time on his phone. "It's nearly dinner." He turned his attention to the Maitlands. "You guys want to eat with us? I know you can't eat anything, but I just want to know."

"No," said Barbara, looking back towards him. "It's absolutely fine. If you, Lydia, and Delia are planning on going out somewhere to eat, then you guys can. You don't need to worry about us. Adam, Betelgeuse, and I can stay here and see if we can find out more information about the prophecy and Lydia's visions."

"I'd like us all to go out," Charles replied as he, Lydia, and Delia stood up and turned their attention to the Maitlands, who exchanged glances before looking back at the Deetzes.

"But Adam, Betelgeuse, and I are not visible," Barbara reminded the living male. "Nobody outside of you guys and Delia's friend, Verity is going to see us."

"Right. Maybe we can figure out a way to make you guys visible to others," replied Delia.

"What if Lydia makes A-Dog, B-Town, and I visible to the rest of the world by saying my name," suggested Betelgeuse. Charles turned and stared him down.

"I don't know about that," the living male said ever so sternly. "The last time she summoned you and made you visible, all you did was cause trouble and attempt to murder others. Not to mention tricking Lydia, who was fifteen at the time, into green-card marrying you."

"All of that I regret," Betelgeuse replied. "I'm a changed demon, Chuck. Remember."

"I-."

"If summoned again, I won't do anything that ends with Lydia killing me again," Betelgeuse continued.

"Fine!" Charles grunted after a few minutes of silence.

"Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse!" said Lydia, glancing over towards the aforementioned demon in hopes that it would work.

Surprisingly, it did. As they followed along behind the Deetzes, the Maitlands looked around at the area around them and took notice of the strange feeling that they would get whenever a tourist walked right through them upon exiting a store. It usually resulted in either the tourist giving them a weird look or them apologizing, which was met with a strange look from the tourist. The restaurant Lydia chose looked old fashioned and like it was built around the late 1930s to the early 1940s. Maybe the Maitlands or even Betelgeuse could do a little old-fashioned haunting here? Asking Charles was met with a stern 'no!'

"But think of the fun stuff we could do! We could make the entire restaurant believe that all of the haunting was done by a historical ghost of some sort and not us!" Betelgeuse said as he, Adam, and Barbara phased through the doors of the restaurant and attracted even more attention and some whispers from tourists that were either about to enter the restaurant or were on the street opposite the restaurant.

"My answer is 'no' and I'm sticking with it!" Charles spoke up. "We're here to eat and spend time as a family, not to make the place haunted."

"Chuck! You are no fun!" Betelgeuse grumbled out of annoyance, the Maitlands both pulling childish, pouty faces at the living male as the six of them sat around a circular table right smack dab in the middle of the restaurant.