See No Evil

Chapter 2

I don't like needing anyone for anything. -Jackie Robinson

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Emily never thought she would end up talking to a ghost. It wasn't like she was against believing in the supernatural. She liked to think there were spirits and ghouls and all. She had seen some pretty weird stuff when she was traveling around cities and towns. Heck, the girl even saw a mangled up dog crossing the street once and when she blinked it was gone. But the wild haired man that was standing in front of her that just made a plant wither up like a raisin didn't really look like a ghost.

He looked more like a scruffy looking homeless man that liked Hot Topic. He didn't look trustworthy, not by a long shot. If anything, he looked like a schizophrenic. Emily didn't even want to tell him her name. But then again, if he was a ghost, he wouldn't be able to tell anyone else about her. He did make the plant wither which meant two things: he wasn't human or she was hallucinating. God she hoped it was latter. So what was the harm?

Beetlejuice stared down at her, smiling as she finally identified herself. "Emily, huh? That's a pretty name," he said. "Now, was that so hard?"

"Very." Emily replied bluntly as she frowned at the demon. He scoffed and shoved his hands into his pockets. Why was this kid so adamant not to tell him her name before? "So....you're a ghost? When did you die?" The girl asked him, causing Beetlejuice to snap his head towards her with an offended expression.

"Christ, kid. That's the first question you ask?" He asked with a look. The teen shrugged. "What? I'm just trying to believe you! When did you die? How did you die if you're a ghost?" She asked. "That little trick you did with the plant was nice and all but ghosts don't do that."

"First of all, dollface-"

"Emily."

"Ugh fine! Emily, if you're going to be asking like a gazillion questions then how about a little game? If I answer your question, then you gotta answer one of mine." He groaned, bending his back a bit and tilting his head back in annoyance.

The teen frowned, hesitant to play his little game of twenty questions. However, this would be a way to see what his intentions were. She didn't think she could trust him now. But she'd humor him for the time being. "Fine." She said slowly.

"Amazing! Well, to answer your question, I'm a special type of ghost, babe." He placed a hand over his chest with a smug grin on his face. "One straight from hell. Plus, I'm part demon on my dad's side so I'm halvies."

"Soooo you're a ghost and a demon?" Emily asked cautiously. "Yep." He answered proudly before he smirked. "My turn. How old are ya, kid?"

"Why? So you can be a creep?" She scoffed back with a frown.

Christ this kid really doesn't want me knowing anything about her... Beetlejuice thought to himself. "Way to assume I'd do anything of the sort." He snorted and noticed the skeptical look she was still giving him. "Just answer the damn question!" He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I'm fourteen." She answered cautiously. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow in mild surprise at her answer. He froze. Damn she's only a kid. She looked a little older than that based on her attitude but he wasn't expecting her to be fourteen."Fourteen, huh?" he said, a hint of curiosity and shock in his voice. "You're younger than I thought. I take it you're in middle school, or what?" He eyed her up and down with a smirk.

"I'm not in school." She glared at him, noticing his sly expression. "Ey, I answered your question. Now it's my turn." Emily replied firmly. "But if you're going to keep being a creep, I can leave and you can find some other ghost or whoever to talk to." She stated, turning to leave. "Wait wait wait!" He exclaimed, desperation seeping through his tone and Emily paused, giving him a look and causing Beetlejuice to awkwardly clear his throat to get rid of the pitiful desperation. He swiftly moved in front of her again, blocking her path to the door.