Beetlejuice Attic Novels & Stories

But he had to try. He pulled down the drawstring for the ladder to Michelle’s attic apartment and crept on up. It was cramped and smelled bad. He had to stoop slightly under the low ceiling. Most of the room was taken up by a large TV and stereo on one end and a bed jammed into the other, in-between lay a carpet of garbage. Drug residue, clothes, beer bottles filled with cigarette butts, expended lighters, and various incidentals crunched under his feet. There she was, similar to the other night with the hot dog, unconscious, naked except for a rubber tube around her left arm and a needle dangling next to it. He threw a ratty blanket over his sister and tried to snap her out of her stupor.

I sighed inwardly I kind of expected that question but I already had prepared an answer: “he is just a friend granny, we have been best friends for years now, there is nothing like that between us” As I finished, Kevin came in and entered the room, but grandma suddenly stood up and said: “that is it for me kidos, I am off to bed. There is an extra mattress if you need it in the attic and the covers are in the closet” and then she headed upstairs and we heard the closing of her door. I shivered as I heard the word attic. I hate that place. It scared the hell out of me when I was a kid and it still did. I wouldn’t go up there no matter what. I looked at Kevin and asked: “You can settle on the

There was a beast in their basement. Jules Blake had learned about it completely by accident. He had been looking for his kitten Sheba, and after fruitlessly searching the entire house, Jules had decided to check out the basement no one ever used. His hopes hadn’t been high—the basement was so cold, dark, and damp that even his not-very-bright kitten should have been smarter than to go there—but when Jules got downstairs, he was surprised to find security guards at the door. Armed security guards.

She said, “Where we kept everything important.” Quietly, the two of them made their way up the two flights of stairs. The rusty attic room seemed unused in months, filled with spider webs and thick dust. Emma covered her sensitive nose as she made her way to the edge of the attic side by a ventilator, where she crouched down on the floor. As Jamie watched her, she pulled away the rug covering the floor and managed to open the lid on the floor. “Wow,” He said, “Another hidden passage?”

it looked well rusted and some parts had come unfused. Ty and Jay were able to bend an opening. The group crawled inside and Azura moved to the edge to look around. She could see the towns people busy at work, while the guards were occupied harassing them. They snuck behind a cottage and went from cottage to cottage until they got closer the very large building. Azura scanned the area. The glass in the windows were broken and poorly boarded. She looked to the top of the building and saw a small broken window that she assumed must lead to the attic. Stealthily, they snuck around the back and climbed up the hollow bamboo gutters to the attic window. Ty pushed the window, it squeaked

” He explained as he opened the door and let me go ahead. ”It's more important to help with money, not to show off.” He whispered as he followed me up the final stairs. ”And I happen to have something here that will help you to get off some steam.” We reached the attic, and I felt stuck in the ground as my eyes looked around this gigantic space that was finished, furnished, and decorated so that many millionaires could be tempted to have something similar. ”Not showing off my ass.” I muttered under my breath when I noticed the fully equipped gym on the left.

"Keep going." We climbed the stairs to the second floor. It was darker here. Narrow hallways. A few doors. I followed close behind Benjamin as he moved. The first room was empty. Second room, nothing but a broken mirror. Then we saw another staircase. Narrow. Wooden. Leading to what looked like a third floor or attic. Benjamin looked back at me. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. We climbed. The air changed up there. Cold and Heavy. A strange draft blew through the broken wall at the far end. The attic was big. Empty, except for one thing. A chair. And someone was tied to it.

“The attic?” Betty nodded, beaming. She led me up a narrow staircase to the third floor, the wood creaking beneath our feet. I hesitated at the door, wondering what could possibly be up here that Betty seemed so excited about. It was just an attic; likely hot and dusty. “Go on,” Betty urged, practically bouncing with anticipation. “Open it.”

--- Brenda’s trail led us to the staircase. Lucien paused. “I do not enjoy the attic.” “Why?” “It smells of ghosts.” “Everything here smells of ghosts,” I said. “Including you.” He sighed. “You will not survive this century.” “Not with your negativity, I won’t.” --- The attic door groaned open by itself. Inside: dust, cobwebs, boxes, and one mirror that clearly didn’t reflect Lucien. “Oh my God,” I said. “You’re doing the vampire thing again.”

She looked up. They were cocoons, almost ready to hatch. One of them split on top and a small pink hand was poking through the oozing slit. There had been kids in the upper floors, after all. On the next landing, there were no apartments but only a small postern door in the corner. They went through and found a narrow staircase leading to the attic. The door was not locked but unfortunately it meant that there was no way to lock it behind them either. The attic was huge and freezing cold. There was a hole in the roof and tiny dispirited snowflakes drifted through.