Ghost [Michael Jackson FF]

Chapter 4

I was more than upset but I had to go to work the next night. Michael was going to try to get me fired. Gram and I were talking things over. It was clear that Michael hated me.

And was willing to do anything to get me out of there. That way I would not make him move on. The key was I had to make him see that I was there to help him. Not harm him.

I bend down and tie my shoe as I get ready for work. "Gramps can you come with me? Please?" I beg him as I see him form in front of me. He shakes his head.

"You have to learn how to deal with this. Gram already warned me not to get in the middle of this" laughs Gramps.

"Come on" I huff as I dread going into work. I never thought I would ever not want to see Michael Jackson. Truth was he scared the s**t outta me!!

"Is grandpa here? Can you see him? Talk to him?" Mel comes bounding down the stairs. She was curious about ghosts now. She was upset she could not see spirits yet.

"Hi there, My Melody" gramps greets my little sister. My Melody was a nickname that he used to call her because she loved My Melody and Hello Kitty stuff.

"He says hi My Melody" I tell her. "He is standing here in front of me" I explain to her.

She squeals happily. "Grandpa. I miss you so much" she exclaims.

"I miss her to" he says to me wistfully. "I wish I could hug her" he tells me.

"He misses you to" I tell Mel.

I brush near his arm. I can feel my gramps right here. I gasp. I touch his arm. "Grandpa!" I mutter. He smiles. I hug him. 'We can touch" I laugh.

"Some mediators have higher powers" gram says as she comes in. "I never had those powers. But your mother does" says gram.

"Wow. Why did I not know before? I mean all these years?" I wonder.

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Gram places her arm on my shoulder. "Your mother is not alright with the gifts. She wants us all to act like a normal happy family. She fears if other spirits learn about us then they will come here. And she wants peace. She does not want the neighborhood to think we are weirdos' laughs gram.

"Well we are weirdos" I laugh.

"Try telling that to your momma" says gramps.

"I better go to work. Or I will be late" I mutter.

"Good luck shortcake. You got this" gramps says as he hugs me once more before I head out the door.

I get to work soon enough. As I do the night sky arrived. I shiver thinking of what might happen that night. An unsettling feeling washes over me. How was I going to make Michael see I wanted to help? Not harm? I sigh. I get out of my car. I spot Johnny leaving work for the night.

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"Johnny wait up!" I call out to my friend. I jog over to him.

He grins at me. "How are things? I hear you are on the night shift these days?" he asks me.

"Can you stay a little while around here? This place really gives me the creeps when I am here all by myself" I admit to him. Though I hated to admit this to him out of all people.

He smirks at me. "Really? You are that scared?" he laughs. "I thought you did not believe in ghosts?" he wonders.

"Let's just say somethings changed my mind around here" I mutter.

"I can't. Or I would. Debbie made me leave early due to the fact I have been working over time this week. Sorry honey" he tells me sadly.

I shrug. "Well you have to do what you have to" I mutter.

"You will be fine. Michael is in there. He will protect you" jokes Johnny. Little did he know that Michael was the one person that I needed protection from here. I watch as Johnny heads to his car then soon waves at me as he drives out of there. I meet up with Debbie. She gives me a list of things to be done around there.

"If you finish things early please stick around a little longer. We have a delivery coming to the house about three am from China. Someone over there had an item that Prince bought back to have here at Neverland" explains Debbie. "Just show your badge then sign for it" she explains to me. "They will know you are working here"

I nod. Great. Now I had to work here longer? Alone? Well not really alone. With Michael. A very angered ghost. I glance around me. No one was here. "Hello? Anyone in here? Hello?" I call out. I check all around me.

I take a deep breath. "Listen up! Michael! I know you are here! You know I am here. I know you know that I can talk to you. I did not have any idea that I could talk to ghosts until the other day. And I am not looking to make anyone cross over. I really need this job. I want this job. I am a huge fan. So please do not try to scare me off. I will not be in your way" I begin to say as I look around me. Nothing. No one said a word.

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Defeated. "So, we are going to be like that huh? What a big man you are huh? Scaring poor women. Sneaking up on us! How can you harm a woman? I thought you were a gentleman, kind hearted. But no that is not what you are sir" I ramble on. I walk around. Trying to get a rise out of him.

Nothing.

I was now making my way into the kitchen. "If you want to talk now is the time to do it" I call out.

Suddenly lights begin to flicker on then off. Then they stop. "Hello Michael" I say as I try not to let fear come controlling my head. I hear a sound.

A noise coming from overhead. Pots and pans begin to clank together. I move away from the middle of the kitchen. I see a knife lift up out of it's place over on the counter near my left. The knife begins to fly at me. I duck as it lands in the wood there on the wall. More knifes are tossed near me. I gasp as I dart away from it.

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"Michael please! I am not going to hurt you! Please stop!" I beg him. I crouch down and cover my head as I kneel on the floor of the kitchen. The lights go out again, but things are not thrown now. Most everything was already thrown I believe.

I whimper as I pray that it will all be over soon. Why was he so angered? A feel a ghostly coldness near my face that dared me to lift my head up to look at whatever is there. A ghostly boy is looking right at me. With a dull expression on his face, he had to have been 11 or 12?! "Who are you?" I stammer.

"Michael is not the only lost boy that lives here. You are not wanted here. We will NEVER cross over" he warns me angrily. "Get out!" he yells at me. "Leave Michael alone!" he screams as the lights flicker on then off again.

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I am in the room near there. My heart hammers like crazy. I turn on a light when I can find it. There was the library. I sit in the chair. I cover my face with my hands. "I only wanted to help. I did not want to hurt anyone" I whimper to myself. Tears come to me. I was not ever going to be of any help to anyone at all. Gram was wrong. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Carl?" I whisper. I lift my head up at see him. Michael. "Michael?" I stammer.

"What do you want? Why won't you go? Myla the others do not want you here! I can't protect you from them all" he warns me. His cocoa brown eyes stared into mine. My lower lip trembles. I was at a loss for words. He looked like the younger Michael. Not the sad, weak Michael that had died a few years ago. He looked like Michael from the Bad era. His long curly black hair dangles in his face. Finally, I see him smile. He shakes his head. "You never give up will you girl?" he questions me.

"Michael? Is it, really is you?" I stammer. My head is making me feel dizzy. The room spins on me. I have to close my eyes now. "Michael?" I call out his name.

"What is wrong with her Michael?" I hear other voices saying.

"She will be alright" Michael is saying.

"Give her room" another says.

"Get rid of her! We can't trust her!" I hear an angered voice saying.

"Myla? Myla stay with us" I hear Michael saying. Right before I pass out.

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