*angst to antics to fluff* You know that feeling? Impending doom? Like no matter what you do, nothing is ever going to work out?

Y/n is a close friend of Lydia Deetz. After witnessing Lydia's slow decline of morale they decide to go visit her while both Charles and Delia are away. As they go upstairs they hears voices. Unfamiliar ones at that . Eventually reaching Delia's room before reaching the door handle they hear a gruff whisper. They open the door to see a crying Lydia and three other figures.

Y/N has been having some trouble dealing with her family, so she decided to move away to get some peace and quiet. Little did she know, that her house is inhabited by some ghostly guests. And one devilishly handsome demon.

There's little to no content of Musical Beetlejuice x readers so I'm here to supply everyone with some sustenance in these hard times. This is also my first fanfiction so feel free to let me know if I should continue it! (This also takes place a couple of months after the events of the Musical's story!)

Death is something considered to be taboo to the living. Some try to avoid the subject all together. Others embrace it, obsess over it, even. But, no matter how one views death, it is inevitable. Death sucks. Especially if it's the death of a loved one. But, as the living often say, the dead shall live in a better place and live on in our memories. When asked to house sit the house your old baby sitters died in for a family you met at work, you didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like a great deal at first. But, when you discover this house is full of ghosts, you start to think this job is gonna be harder than you could ever imagine.