"It's okay, Lyds," Beetlejuice said over his shoulder. "This'll be over soon. I just gotta' close this portal, and then we can go home and rest, okay?" 

He approached the portal, and started working on getting it closed. It was more difficult than his usual effortless power. This thing was a man-made abomination, after all. He had it about halfway closed when it began to glow brightly. Something was coming through.

"Beetlejuice?!" A shrill, female voice said accusingly. A red high heal stepped out of the portal, followed by a leg wrapped tightly in panty hose. "I should have known you'd have something to do with this! God, you're a screw up!" 

An aging woman in a red skirt suit emerged, her hair worn in a graying beehive hairdo. She wore cat eye glasses and had a hunch in her back. Despite this, she was still almost seven feet tall. Beetlejuice whimpered and stepped back, cowering.

"M-mom?"