Ghost [Michael Jackson FF]

Chapter 3

I was at work now. It was late in the night. I had things to clean around there. Thankfully, I was not going to have to be in the award room where I made contact with a spirit. I mean my grandpa was one thing.

I knew him. But being face to face with Michael? I was not sure what I would even say to help put his spirit at rest if I happened to see him, I knew if I had met him in person when he was alive to then I would have still freaked out. I mean come on! It is Michael Freaking Jackson after all!!

I tried to focus on my work. I had some coworkers around me. It was not like I was able to be Zak Bagans and go hunting for Michael. Or call out to him! People would assume I was nuts.

I would be fired. Then what help would I be to anyone? I tried to prepare something in my mind what I should say to Michael if I did happen to meet him face to face.

"Myla, please make sure everything gets dusted. Make sure you use those gloves alright? And get everything done on that list. Lock up when you go home" demands my boss Debbie. She tosses me the keys. "You are the last one left here. For the night. Johnny just got done and he went home" she announces to me.

I gulp "Everyone went home? Everyone?" I squeak nervously. She nods.

"No worries. Carl the security guard is out there on the grounds. Nothing ever happens around here. Just get the work done and you will be heading home in no time" she promises me.

I smile weakly at her. I nod. "Alright" I mutter.

"See you tomorrow" she calls out to me as she heads down the hall way leaving me there alone.

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I sigh as I get back to work. I place my blue tooth headphones on. I had one of Michael's albums playing in my eardrums. I tried to work as fast as I could on the place. But I also wanted to do a decent job.

I did not want to get fired. If I did then how would I be of any help to Michael if I had to leave Neverland? I hmm to his music. The song "Dangerous" played. "The girl was bad. The girl was dangerous" I hum along. "There are no secrets, make your move, set me free" I sing though I did not know the whole song by heart. I should. I really should.

I was done cleaning the floors. Dusting. At least for this room I was in. This was his room he used to dance in. Make music in. his studio. I begin to dance around a bit. Next song playing on my Spotify was "Scream" with Janet and Michael. I went to leave the room. I turn off the lights.

One flickers back on near the end of the room. I gasp. I turn it off again. The lights are all flickering. The music blares in my ears. My heart pounds faster. I move in the room. I see shadows along the mirrors as the lights flicker on and off. "Stop this pressure on me. Stop this pressure on me. Stop this pressure on me, makes me want to scream" the song repeats in my ears. I drop my phone. The headphones fall with them. My hands on my ears.

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I wince closing my eyes. "Ghosts are not real! No! Gramps was not real. I am losing it!" I mutter out loud. One light was on in the room. A very dim light was on.

I see a shadow of darkness in the middle of the main mirror. My heart hammers in the crest of my chest. I make my way over to the mirror. Unsure of what I was about to see. Yet knowing what I might see.

Excitement rushes in my veins. Closer. Closer. I see a face start to form in the mirror. Michael. Lightly I can see his image staring back at me. His right-hand rests on the other end of the mirror. My hands shake. I reach my hand out to his. Closer. Inching to his side. My hand is touching his. I can feel his hand on mine. Such a connection.

"M...m...m....Michael?" I stutter his name. He nods then he smiles at me.

He motions for me to come closer to his face. "What is it? I can help you" I swear to him. "Let me help you Michael" I beg him.

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Suddenly the sweet face of Michael changes. Angered. His eyes gleamed red. A devilish image shook me to my very core. "GET OUT!" he barks orders at me. "Leave me alone!" he demands. I fall to the floor in shock. Hurting my hip. I wince. All the lights begin to turn off then on again.

I scramble to get out of there. It was clear that Michael did not want my help or need my help. Not like what gram had thought. I make my way outside of Neverland. My heart racing in my eardrums. I place my hand on my heart. I never wanted to go back in there ever again. Not after that.

He knew I could see spirits! That had to be it! He knew, and he did not want to cross over! Maybe he was scared that I was going to make him leave here! I just learned about my powers! I was not going to make him do anything! I feel a hand on my shoulder. I scream and turn around. "Please! Please do not hurt me!" I cry out.

It was the security guard. Carl! He saw I was upset. He helped me get home that night. Gram was up at home that night waiting for me. She was sleeping in the recliner there in front of the tv. I place the blanket over her to keep her warm that night.

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"Shortcake how did things go?" I hear gramps sneak up from behind me.

I gasp. "I am not used to that. Gramps!" I sigh.

"How did it go with your little friend?" he asks me.

I shake my head. "We are not friends. Michael made that clear to me tonight" I groan. "He knows I have powers to, he is smart"

"He is not ready to cross over" chuckles gramps.

"I do not even know how to get someone to cross over" I say to him.

"Only we can chose. If we are ready. You can help talk him into it. But you can't force him to do anything. Clearly, he does not want to talk to you yet. He will not run into another mediator, so he will need someone to talk to at some point in this time" gramps says.

"Why? Why haven't you crossed over yet?" I ask him.

He glances over at gram. "Not without her. Not yet. When she is with me then I am ready to face anything" he tells me. "I need her"

"Aw gramps. I wish I found a true love like that" I sigh wistfully.

"You will one day. Say want me to talk some sense into that boy for you? I can help" he offers.

"Talk to Michael? No gramps. Let me. I need to do this. My first time with ghosts and I need to learn" I reply.

"Let her. She is right Burt" gram mutters as she wakes up. She yawns. "She can reach the young man"

"I doubt that gram. He did not want to make friends. He wants nothing to do with me" I mutter.

"Maybe someone else tried to get rid of him before you" mentions gram. "Some mediators try to do that. They can't" gram tells me. "You need to gain his trust"

I shake my head. "I am not so sure I am cut out for this gram" I laugh nervously.

"You were sent there for a reason honey. He needs help and he needs you" gram points out. "Just wait. He will come around"

I hoped gram was right. And I could get close to Michael. My first encounter with him did not go over well. It was clear someone had tried to get rid of him before.

That led me to wonder why? Who would know he was there? And why would they want him gone? Michael needed my help more than he knew. I was not going to give up on him so easily. Not yet.

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