BJ frowned. This kid had a hell of a memory. He struggled to remember where the hell he was going with that idea before he started to just wing it. While they made a nest for her, he put on a whole production, rapid fire changing from hero to villain, and making voices. Finally, when Lydia was asleep, an exhausted but happy Beetlejuice shifted into his cat form to squeeze into the space above her head. He curled up, purring, and dozed off. 

Images of chains and red stilettos haunted his dreams, quickly turning them into nightmares. Catjuice whimpered softly, twitching. He was running, fighting off tentacles and trying to hide from the shrill voice of his mother. He could never hide...could never get away...