Beetlejuice was whimpering behind the zipper. His typical happy, green hair color leeched into a sickly, sad purple. He had a guess who was behind this.
The demon ducked back into the fort and sat with his knees pulled up to his chest. He hid his face in his knees and cried into them. She would never leave him alone! She always had new ways of ruining his existence!
The demon ducked back into the fort and sat with his knees pulled up to his chest. He hid his face in his knees and cried into them. She would never leave him alone! She always had new ways of ruining his existence!