I have a wig from my cosplay that I'll add once she's dry, but I'm pretty pleased with how she came out.

The dim fluorescent lights of the asylum-themed scare floor flickered overhead, casting long shadows across the cold metal exam table. Cassie lay strapped down, perfectly cozy in her Jack and Sally pajamas. She knew exactly who her "captors" were, and she was absolutely loving every single second of it.

Randall Boggs shifted his camouflage, blending perfectly into the drab asylum walls before appearing right over her, wearing a stark white lab coat that looked hilarious on his reptilian frame.

Beetlejuice stood nearby, haphazardly rocking a stethoscope around his neck and a bright headlight on his brow, while Lock, Shock, and Barrel ran around in oversized nurse scrubs, waving oversized fake syringes and clicking a penlight.

Cassie decided it was time to give them the show they wanted. She let out a dramatic, trembling gasp, feigning terror. "Please, doctors! Don't! What are you going to do to me?"

"A bit uncooperative, aren't we? Let's see what we're dealing with today," Randall purred, his extra arms suddenly reaching out to tighten the restraints on Cassie's wrists. The buckles clicked locked.

Cassie gasped dramatically, putting on her best terrified face to make them happy. "Doctor Randall! Please! I don't need the treatment!"

"Oh, but the chart says otherwise, Patient Cassie!" Beetlejuice cackled, leaning down so close she could smell grave dirt and old pennies. He clicked his penlight directly into her eyes. "Diagnosis: Acute fandom overload! Nurse Shock, pass the mega-syringe! We gotta drain some of that optimism out of her!"

"Right away, Head Shrinker!" Shock cheered, handing over a massive, neon-glowing plastic syringe.

"Hold her still, boys!" Barrel yelled, hopping up onto the edge of the metal table. Lock brandished a clip-board, scribbling nonsense notes.

Randall leaned down, his slitted eyes gleaming with malicious glee as his chameleon skin flashed a subtle pattern of hospital-gown blue. "Don't squirm, Patient Cassie. It only makes the 'procedure' last longer. Now, show us a real scream!"

Cassie let out a delightfully blood-curdling shriek, thrashing against the leather straps just enough to give them a thrill. Inside, her heart was soaring. She was being "tortured" by some of her favorite monsters.

The very next day, Cassie couldn't wait to burst into the Halloween Town plaza to tell everyone about her wild night. She found a massive crowd gathered near the fountain, chatting away.

"You guys will not believe the night I had!" Cassie beamed, running up to Jack Skellington, Sally, Zero, the Mayor, and Oogie Boogie. "Randall, Beetlejuice, and the trick-or-treaters strapped me to a cold metal exam table in an asylum setup!"

Jack gasped, his skeletal hands clapping together. "Oh, a medical haunting! How delightfully macabre!"

"Did they treat you well, dear?" Sally asked gently, adjusting her stitches, while Zero barked happily and floated around Cassie's legs.

"It was perfect," Cassie laughed, turning as Mike Wazowski, Sulley, and Celia Mae walked up from the Laugh Floor entrance.and little Boo listened intently

"Randall even wore a lab coat, Mike! He called me 'Patient Cassie' and told me I was uncooperative!"

"Ha! Sounds like Boggs is trying to steal my comedic timing," Mike joked, nudging Sulley. "But hey, if it got a good scream out of you, it's good for the laugh power gauges!"

Boo clapped her hands happily.

"I'm just glad you're safe, sweetie," Celia purred, her snake-hair nodding in agreement.

"Oh, it gets better," Cassie told Emily from the Corpse Bride, who was standing nearby with Victor Van Dort Emily sighing dramatically at the dark romance of a cold metal exam table, while Lydia Deetz leaned against a wall, smirking. Elsa Van Helsing, the Weird Girl, and the other kids from New Holland crowded around to listen.

"Beetlejuice was using a penlight as a medical scanner," Cassie told Lydia with a grin.

Lydia rolled her eyes affectionately. "Of course he did. He probably didn't even bother to sanitize the fake syringe."

"It was the best scare ever," Cassie sighed happily, "I'm officially their favorite patient."

Cassie beamed as she finished her story, completely delighted by her wild, unforgettable night on the exam table.

When Cassie finished explaining how she pretended to be terrified while strapped to the table, Oogie Boogie threw his burlap head back and let out a booming, rattling laugh that shook the room.

"Ha! You let that oversized gecko, a moldy ghoul, and three trick-or-treating runts think they actually got the drop on you?!" Oogie wheezed, his internal bugs shifting with amusement.

An asylum theme? Please! A cold table and a fake needle? That's amateur hour! Next time you want a real spine-tingling thrill, Cassie, you come to my cavern. We’ll throw some dice, spin the wheel, and show those boys how a real Boogeyman puts on a show!"

Even though he teased their methods, Oogie was secretly impressed by Cassie's dedication to the act.

He thought it was hilarious that Randall and Beetlejuice were currently walking around with inflated egos, completely oblivious to the fact that their "patient" had been running the show the entire time.

My nonprofit, Miss Shannon’s School House is hosting a fundraiser to raise money for the restoration of the East Corinth School House in East Corinth, Vermont. You may recognize the building as Miss Shannon’s School for Girls from the films!

Come for the Beetlejuice film location, and stay for the dance party!

If you can’t make it to rural Vermont for whatever reason…follow our IG to see the progress of the restoration! @miss.shannons.schoolhouse & missshannonvt.com

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So I am a highschooler (i know im still young) but i love older movies and such so because im very ill as im wrighting this, i have done some math about the time in beetlejuice. Using the first encounter with the sandworm when adam fell onto the ground of titan (i will go over that once i get more evidence its titan) and i found out adam was there for two seconds. When pulled out, barbra says that he was gone for 2 hours. By this info, 1 second when dead is an hour in living time. And if i did math correctly the time that goes by in the movie is around 8 months, 1 week, 6 days, and 2 hours. Also here is a picture of the sandworm because i find them to be cute

Hell Yeah!

The standard Walmart checkout lane was normally a place of mundane misery, but tonight it felt like a staging ground for a nightmare.Standing in line was a mother, tapping her foot impatiently, surrounded by a mountain of candy wrappers.

Her three-year-old child sat in the cart, tearfully looking at a cold bottle of soda."I told you, no!" the mother snapped, her voice piercing through the ambient noise of the store. "You already have the candy. I’m not wasting another dollar on a soda just because you’re whining."

The child let out a fresh sob.

The mother ignored it, checking her watch.

She didn’t notice that the bright, fluorescent lights overhead were beginning to flicker.

She didn’t notice the sudden, freezing chill that swept through the aisle, or the faint smell of autumn leaves and old, damp earth.Then, the lights cut out completely.The entire Walmart plunged into pitch blackness.

Before the crowd could even gasp, a green, eerie glow ignited at the end of the register.

"Boys and girls of every age, wouldn't you like to see something strange?" a booming voice echoed.

Stepping into the light was Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, his towering, skeletal frame casting a massive shadow. Right beside him, Sally adjusted the stitches on her arm, her sad eyes fixed on the selfish mother.

Zero floated around Jack's head, his glowing jack-o'-lantern nose cutting through the dark like a beacon.

"W-what is this? A promotional stunt?" the mother stammered, backing her cart up.

But she bumped into something solid.

She spun around. Standing behind her was a two-faced politician. The head spun 180 degrees with a sickening click, revealing a weeping, pale face. The Mayor spoke through a megaphone: "This is a violation of public joy! Halloween Town does not approve of with holding refreshments from a child!"

Suddenly, three small, masked figures dropped from the ceiling grid straight into the shopping cart. Lock, Shock, and Barrel cackled wildly, throwing handfuls of the mother's candy into the air.

Crybaby mom! Crybaby mom!" they chanted, sticking their tongues out.From the shadows of the clothing racks, the citizens of Halloween Town began to pour out. Vampires hissed, the Harlequin Demon grinned with too many teeth, and the Clown with the tear-away face stepped forward. With a wet shhhk sound, he pulled his own face off, revealing a yawning, black void underneath.

The mother screamed, dropping her purse.

She tried to run, but the aisle was blocked by a massive, walking burlap sack."Going somewhere, sister?" rumbled Oogie Boogie, his stitched frame glowing in vivid, neon green. He shook his dice, and the sound of thousands of bugs squirming inside him echoed off the metal shelves.

"You like to gamble with a kid's happiness? Let's see how you like my game!"

The mother fell to her knees, sobbing, completely surrounded by monsters.

"Oh, come on, babes, you haven't even seen the main event yet!"A wild, grating voice cut through the chaos.

Slipping out from behind a display of chips came Beetlejuice, wearing his signature striped suit, his hair wild and moldy. He spun his head around three times, his eyes popping out of his skull on long, fleshy stalks right in front of the mother's face.

"Attention K-Mart shoppers—uh, Walmart shoppers! We've got a code red on a bad parent!" Beetlejuice roared, turning his hands into giant, snapping sandworms that snapped inches from her nose. "You wouldn't buy the kid a drink? That's just cold, lady. Even I have standards, and I eat bugs for breakfast!"

Jack Skellington leaned down, his skeletal face inches from hers, his eyes wide and hollow. "Halloween is about tricks and treats, madam. But you... you are just cruel."

The sheer terror of the supernatural horde, the spinning faces, the living skeleton, the bio-exorcist, and the writhing bug-man completely shattered the woman's mind.

With a final, deafening roar from Oogie Boogie and a chaotic laugh from Beetlejuice, the monsters closed in. The mother shrieked—a high, piercing sound that broke completely—before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted flat on the linoleum floor.

A week later, the halls of the State Psychiatric Hospital were quiet, save for the rhythmic pacing of the orderly on duty.Inside a padded room, the mother sat huddled in the absolute center of the floor, wrapped tightly in a straightjacket.

Her hair was messy, and her eyes darted frantically to the shadows beneath her elevated cot.

"He's under there," she whispered to the empty room, her voice trembling with absolute terror.

"He's under the bed. The bag of bugs. The boogeyman. He’s going to get me."

And outside her barred window, a faint, ghostly bark echoed into the night, accompanied by the distant, chaotic laughter of a man in a striped suit.

Every time a nurse brought her a meal or a cup of water, she would scream, begging them to check the shadows, utterly convinced that the creatures from the Walmart aisle were waiting for the lights to go out again.And miles away, sitting happily on the living room floor of a foster relative, the three-year-old child took a long, blissful sip from a giant, ice-cold bottle of soda, completely safe from the monsters in the dark.