WickedlyWritten
Young Lydia Deetz has always felt alone, surrounded by this dark sheet of morbid fascination for the undead. A cold ring from a broken engagement lies on her fingers as she fights this feeling of exploring the underworld, a place for only the dead.
But as signs suggest that the wicked poltergeist, to whom she almost found her wed to, might be trying to contact her, Lydia is overcome by not only her ghost friends grave warnings, but by her own desires to sort out the only person she ever felt a connection too.
But Betelgeuse has his own plans. He is sick of this waiting game and wants his freedom. And if that meant hurting the only soul who ever understood him, then so be it.
Well, this is strange and unusual.
(Author's Note: Was going to be a longer story, but I've decided that it's going to be it's own thing at the moment. Hope you enjoy always. Thanks!)