Lydia sighed. “So it’s a fake. A trap.”
Lydia Deetz, now a weary 40-something paranormal consultant with a chic gray streak in her hair, stared at her laptop screen. The cursor blinked on a search bar. Her stepmother, Delia, an avant-garde artist whose sculptures now consisted entirely of beige packing peanuts, hovered behind her.
She clicked.
“Trap?” Beetlejuice looked offended. “It’s a marketing strategy . I need a comeback. The afterlife’s got new ghouls—slick ghosts with podcasts, demons with skincare routines. I’m a relic. So I made a fake sequel trailer, uploaded it to every ‘123 Free Movies’ pirate site I could haunt, and waited for a Deetz to bite.”
Beetlejuice grinned, revealing teeth like a row of cracked tombstones. “Real? Kid, everything’s real on the ‘123 Free Movies’ server. It’s the Ninth Circle of the Internet. Pop-up ads that steal your soul. Buffering wheels that spin for centuries. And the movies …” He leaned in, breath smelling of formaldehyde and licorice. “…are all low-res, cam-rip disasters filmed by a zombie with shaky hands.” beetlejuice 2 123 free movies
As they sank into the floorboards, the laptop’s webcam flicked on. A live stream titled “Beetlejuice 2: LIVE from Lydia’s Living Room” appeared on a dozen shady movie sites. The view count: 123.
“Lydia, babes! Long time no exorcise!” He dusted off his lapel, revealing a tiny, glowing progress bar on his chest. “Did you miss me?” Lydia sighed
Before she could scream, the rug turned to quicksand. Delia shrieked and threw a packing-peanut sculpture at Beetlejuice, which bounced off his head with a sad poof .