Chapter 11
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Another night at work. I had not had anything bad happen. The past two days I did not even see Michael and not one of the Lost Boys. I was feeling kind of snubbed here.
I guess that Michael was angered at me for trying to tell him to move on the other day. I did not blame him. If I were a lonely angered ghost I would be pissed off to. I guess. But it had been nice getting to know Michael. Ghost form and all.
I was feeling very down there at work as I vacuum down the hallways. It was a dull night without the ghosts keeping me entertained. I wish they were angered at me. Maybe they would at least throw something at me.
To let me know they were there. I always hated it when people gave me the silent treatment as a kid. It was torture not to know why someone was mad at me. I always had to know why someone was mad at me so we could make up!
This was not easy. I could not see these people. Or call these people. These people were dead! Ghosts. They had their own game. They called the shots. Not me. There was nothing that I could do about it.
Suddenly I am in the trophy room again. The lights flicker on and off. I take my earbuds out of my ears. I turn off the vacuum.
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Maybe Michael decided he wanted some company tonight after all. I turn off my Spotify on my iPhone. So, I could hear what was going on around me. "Hello? Hello?" I call out.
Nothing.
The lights stop flickering.
"Look MJ please talk to me. I was not trying to rush you. I did not want you to move on! I was only asking why you did not want to move on! I really wish you would talk to me. I can't see you, but you can see me. And that is not really fair is it?" I demand as I look around me.
"Michael?" I plead again.
Nothing.
I see a light further down the hallway start to flicker. I hear a child giggling. So, it was not Michael messing with me tonight. It was one of the Lost Boys. Not sure what one.
But I hoped it was not Charlie. I was really not in the mood to deal with him right yet. I never helped anyone pass on to the other side before. How was I going to get a Lost Boy to go to the other side? Let alone talk Michael into it?
I end up wandering all the way into Michael's walk-in closet in his bedroom. The lights come off. I rush to turn them back on. My heart hammers in my chest. The door shuts in the closet on me. I tug on it and it would not open for me. Panic settles in me. Michael had to rescue me. I could not die in his walk-in closet!
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"Please please do not hurt me!" I beg whoever was there.
I fall to the ground. I feel a cold breeze that was not there before. Goosebumps splatter on my arms.
"I won't hurt you" I hear a little voice say to me over in the corner of the room. Near the right-hand side.
"W-ho, are you?" I stammer. "What do you want?" I demand to know.
I see him now. A little boy. He forms shyly in the dark in front of me. He was thin or had been. He was bald. No hair. He wore a hospital gown. A tattered one. He had dark circles under his eyes. He smiles at me. There was no soul in those sad little eyes. I wondered what could have happened to this lost little boy.
"My name is Ricky" he informs me.
"Hi Ricky" I tell him.
"You are Myla?" he asks me.
I nod. "I-I am she" I stammer.
"Can you help me?" he begs softly.
"Why are you whispering?" I ask him.
"The other boys tell me that I should not cross over. But I think I am ready. I am not scared" he tells me.
"Oh, you want help?" I ask him.
He nods. "Can you help me?" he asks me.
"I can try. I never helped someone cross over before" I admit. "I am not much of a ghost whisperer"
"Don't say that. It has been a long time since anyone has been able to talk to me" he tells me.
"So, I hear" I chuckle.
"Shhh do not let the others hear us talk. Whisper!" he warns me sternly.
I nod. "Okay" I say.
"I see a light sometimes. But they told me bad things will happen if I go to the light" he says to me.
"That light will help you. You need to go to it" I demand.
"Is that how I leave?" he wonders.
I nod. "You are lost. And the light leads the way honey"
"I miss my mommy. Michael has been good to me. I love him. And my brothers here. But I need to go" he says to me.
"What happened to you?" I want to know.
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Dare I ask?
"I had cancer. I used to stay here at Neverland with Michael. He paid for my chemo treatments, But I did not make it. I died here at Neverland. With my mother at my side. And Michael" he tells me. "Mother used to visit me. I felt safe here with Michael. He is like a father to me"
"I bet he is. Maybe if you go to the light your mother will be waiting there for you" I mention to him.
"Maybe" he agrees.
He looks up. I see a light to. A calm bright yellow light there that was not there before.
"I see my grandma! She is there waiting! She is waving at me!" he exclaims joyfully.
"Go to her. Go to the light" I coax him.
"Are you sure? Nothing bad will happen to me?" he worries.
I had no answers to give him. I only wanted to help.
"I am sure your grandma will not let anything bad happen to you right?" I ask him.
"Right" he agrees.
He smiles sadly at me. "Thank you. Tell Michael I love him" he says.
He soon disappears. The light is gone. The door opens. Tears come to me. That poor lost little boy. He must have been so scared. I did not know how Michael dealt with this. And he took care of these lost souls after death. He was so sweet. I rest on the floor. I cry. I cry for that lost little boy who found his way back.
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"Hey!" I hear him say softly.
I feel his hand on my shoulder.
I open my eyes to see Michael looking at me. He smiles.
"You did a beautiful thing back there. I saw it all. I told him to go to you for help. He was ready. I might not be ready. But he was" Michael tells me.
I cry. "It was so sad. He missed his mommy. I was sure his mother missed that poor little boy. He died so young. He had to have been only seven" I sniff back tears.
Michael pulls me in his embrace. I hold him close to me. It felt so good being in his arms. It was amazing I could see him. I could feel him. I could be around him. It was all amazing. Michael was so kind to everyone. Even spirits around him.
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"How did you deal with this?" I cry.
"No more tears. He is at peace now. Thanks to you" Michael tells me softly.
He pulls me back to look me in the eyes.
He brushes my tears away with his fingers.
"I will never pressure you to leave until you are ready. I am sorry to try to push you" I admit.
"I know you are sorry. I am sorry for fighting with you" he says.
"I am new at this" I say.
"I know" he laughs. "Your grandmother told me"
"My grandma talked to you?" I ask.
"That other night when you fell into the pool. She and I talked about you" he admits.
I sigh. "Gotcha" I giggle.
"I know you mean well" he says to me.
"Thank you. I do" I say.
He nods. "I just feel close to you. I love getting to know you. It has been so long since I talked to an actual woman" he admits.
"Or a human?" I tease.
"No, I mean a sexy beautiful woman" he says softly.
I am breathless at his words now. He pulls me in his arms again. His lips fall to mine before I can stop it. For a dead guy his lips are warm on mine. He groans softly as I return his kisses.
Our lips mold into the perfect kiss. This was so wrong but being in his embrace felt so right. This certainly was not going to help Michael move on to the afterlife. But wow what a reward for being a ghost whisper.
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