Chapter 15
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I was sure hoping that I would be able to talk with Paris before she had a medium come over. Michael was not going to move on because one came by. Neither were the lost boys.
Paris did not know whom she was dealing with. I make sure to get to Neverland Ranch early. I was glancing around for Paris. I thought I saw her car in the driveway.
I find Johnny there. He was just leaving from work. For the night.
"Hi Myla" he greets me. "Can we talk about our date?" he asks me.
"I am a little busy right now" I say as I look around him trying to see if I see Paris.
"Who are you looking for?" he asks me.
"Paris" I answer. "Is she here?" I demand to know.
"Sorry Paris is not here. She just took off." he answers me.
I sigh. "Grand"
"Something wrong?" he asks me. "Maybe I can help"
"I doubt that" I laugh.
I go to clock in for work. He follows after me like a lost puppy dog.
"I am a great listener. I can help you" he offers.
"Go away, Johnny" I groan. "I really do not need your help"
Maybe a priest. But not a Johnny.
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"Come on. Tell me what is going on?" he demands to know as he stands in front of me blocking me now.
"You really want to know?" I ask.
He nods. "I really do"
I smile. This could be fun.
"Well if you must know, I needed to ask her if she had any tampons. You see I got my period" I lie.
Johnny makes a face.
"Fine fine. Lie to me. But you will need me one of these days" he promises me.
Then he wanders away.
Men always think we need them.
When in fact the truth was, they needed us.
I go over my work list for that night. I notice that Paris had things set up in a circled table for having the medium over. Candles were set up. Cards. I wince. This was not a good idea. Not one little bit. I had to put a stop to it.
Candles flicker on. And then the lights turn off. I gasp as card begin to move on the table. I look down at a tarot card. It read love card. I sigh. Michael.
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"Michael, where are you?" I giggle.
He forms in front of me. Where the cards are.
"So, have you talked to Paris?" he wonders.
I shake my head. "I missed her" I sigh. "I tried, to get here early"
Someone comes in. Michael disappears.
"Myla ?" someone calls my name. I turn around.
"Hey Paris! What are you doing back?" I ask.
"Funny thing happened. My car it got a flat tire and I am stuck in the driveway. I am going to have my boyfriend come pick me up" she explains.
Michael. He had her get a flat tire.
"Can we talk? Before you go?" I ask.
"Sure. Did you want a raise?" she guesses.
"No" I giggle.
"About the medium coming over" I tell her. "Are you not worried that things could happen?"
"What kind of things?" she asks me. "I am sure we will all be fine"
"But remember what happened at the grand opening? Something bad might happen?" I worry.
"That is why I am hiring someone professional" she tells me. "someone who can talk to these lingering spirits. And see what is going on here" she adds. "I do not want to get rid of them. I want to help them"
"I get that you want to help them. But maybe they will not see things that way" I warn her.
"I get that really I do. But if we do nothing then we are not helping anyone" she tells me. "Who do you think we will make contact with? You know there is someone, here right?" she asks me.
I wince. "Yes, there is someone here" is all I admit.
"You know who?" she asks me.
"Well your guess is as good as mine" I lie.
She smiles. "We have nothing to worry over. We are the ones who are alive. They are not. They are really on our property. Unwanted guests" she points out.
"True" I agree.
"It will all be fine" Paris tries to tell me.
"I hope you are right" I wince. I was not as sure as she was.
"I hope to make contact with someone special" she admits.
"Who?" I ask.
"My father. I hope he is at rest really, I do. But a part of me always feels him here in this home. Like he never left this place. Is that silly?" asks Paris.
"Not it is not silly" I say.
We smile. "I will let you get back to work" Paris tells me. "Try not to worry"
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I sit at the table. No one was listing to reason. Something bad was going to happen at this little shindig. I had a bad feeling. I know I was not the only one who was worried about it. Michael was to. The Lost Boys had been awful quiet these past few days. That had me even more worried.
"Myla?" I hear him say softly.
I glance up to see Michael before me.
"Hi" I say.
"You did the best you could" he points out. "I heard it all"
"Yeah maybe we will get lucky. Maybe this lady will be a fake and not know what to do?" I giggle.
"Could be, most of them are fakes. But I have heard about this woman. She can force many to cross over before they are ready. I think she is like you and can see us spirits" he warns me.
"Micheal" I worry.
"Yes?" he asks me.
"Try not to be around during this meeting. I would not want you to...."
What was I doing? Trying to talk him out of crossing over? That was not right of me.
"Never mind" I sigh.
"I won't be there. Unless one of my Lost Boys gets in trouble then I will have to be. You understand" he answers me.
"What if something happens to you? Something bad?" I worry.
He touches my cheek with his hand. "Try not to worry over things you can't control" he says softly.
His words touch my soul.
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"I will try. I have been enjoying having you around. I admit it" I softly say. "is that wrong of me to want to keep you around a little bit more?" I wonder.
"No not at all" he says. "I want to stay a little bit longer myself. For the same reasons"
Our eyes meet. He smiles sadly at me. If only things were different. If only he were alive still.
"Don't be sad. I promise it will be okay" he softly tries his best to make me feel better. He leans in kissing me. I return his gentle kisses.
"Promise me one thing" he demands.
"Anything" I offer.
"Do not go on another date with that bozo" he demands.
"I did not plan to" I giggle.
He smiles looking pleased. "You better get to work" he says.
Then he was gone.
I feel his breeze from his spirit leave me. The warmth was gone. The lights returned back on. The magic was over for the night. Time to get back to work. Back to my life once more.
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