Beetlejuice Attic Novels & Stories

"So Vardam." "Maybe he doesn’t want his witch friends to find out he does something so human," Icarus shrugged, laughing. We arrived at what looked like an upside-down attic, except instead of being above, we were below the main level of the house. It was a wide space, with a slanted ceiling, dim lights fixed to the beams, and, to my surprise, gym equipment. Weights neatly stacked on shelves, a bench press, ropes coiled on a hook… And in the corner, what caught my attention most: a punching bag hanging, swaying slightly as if it were waiting for me.

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.

There’d be no way to stop her now from going that Gemma could see clear as day. “What Becky means, she loves anything that relates to an adventure or fantasy. If she can combine the two, she’s in Nirvana. I learnt a long time ago to just go with it, and I can’t complain that her experience so far has come in handy for planning ahead.” The strong lighting of the attic helped catch all the mess. By the time they finished, it appeared someone cleaned up there and it hadn’t been a murder scene for monsters. “Now, if only every place looked like this in this house. I doubt I could maintain the cleaning of this place for any length of time. How did your great aunt do it?”

"Yes, if there is, I'm absolutely sure that Yenna is here, it's that there must be a secret room, something, I once came with her mother to bring her some things, but she wouldn't let me in any further, but I'm sure she's here. Rudy spoke too confidently, besides what would she mean if the women who wanted to hurt me were both in the hospital. "I need to remember something, the attic!" The fucking attic—we all ran to the asylum and lowered a rope that protruded from the ceiling, from there some stairs fell, immediately a terrible horror came out of the place. Julius looked at me and took me by the shoulders.

“It gets a little dim since there’s no floor-to-ceiling window. There’s too much negative energy, so you’ll attract visitors.” “Superstitious.” Jay criticized. With that said, his defined brows furrowed again. Perhaps they should sleep in another bedroom if she did not like it here. With her hand in his, Jay brought both of them out of the dark attic. He did not seem to have any intentions of letting her go even when they had returned to the bright space downstairs. “Come eat lunch with me out front.” Meals were not to be skipped, for one only had the energy to do things when they were full.

“Don’t—yelling.” “Then don’t—going back to sleep, Bleetch.” The word tears my eyes open. I’m once again on a damn bed, where I once again don’t remember lying down. My internal clock is shot, and I have no clue whether it’s day or night. I instinctively move my neck—ouch—checking for sunlight pouring in, and find . . . No windows. I’m in a wooden attic, large and climate-controlled, with ceiling-high shelves full of books on every wall. There is a plate on the coffee table nearby with leftover pasta smeared all over it, and a small pile of soda cans and plastic water bottles.

The smell of dust rose when I opened the attic door. Why so much drama when I'm leaving? Very stuck. I pressed the switch near the door. A flaming yellow light. The nest is seen on several sides for a long time. Thick dust scattered all over the stuff. This loft has never been touched since we first moved in. I looked around the room. A baseball bat rested in the corner of the attic. Good! I took it and closed the door to go back downstairs.

And the slightly cool sensation of a breeze from the attic hatch informed him that his cock had poked through the boxer's fly and was proudly standing at attention in the open. "Relax. I'm just fucking with you." She smiled to put him at ease. "I'm glad this wasn't in the basement. It'd be disgusting to lie down in the dirt. And thankfully, I didn't see any rats up here." "Rats? No. In an attic, you're more likely to have bats." He reasoned. "BATS!!" she shrieked. Panic made her want to escape the fastest way out. Snapping her legs closed from straddling him, she launched herself down towards his feet where the attic hatch was.

Jason managed to smile as he led the way to the basement. "I swear I will run away from this room if I see any cockroaches or bugs or ants or-" Jax listened to her whines and grinned at how funny she sounded. It's been like forever since they had this kind of conversation. It gladdens his heart and he wished that the conversation will come to no end. They went to the attic, it appeared dark and a bit dusty. Jax ran his fingers on the wall in search of a switch which he eventually found.

"Attic, niece. Now." I followed him up the creaky stairs, heart pounding with the thunder. The attic was dusty, filled with old trunks and heirlooms—faded portraits, rusted jewelry, a massive four-poster bed in the corner, canopy torn. Wind rattled the small window, rain pounding like fists. He locked the trapdoor behind us. "Storm's trapping us here. Perfect for breeding my little whore proper."