Chapter 5
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"Myla! Myla what in the hell were you doing here? You are going to get your ass fired!" I hear Johnny saying to me. "Myla get your ass up!" I hear him saying.
My head feels like I got hit with a ton of bricks. I moan softly as I slowly open my eyes. My eyes flutter open. "Where am I?" I groan.
"You fell asleep in Michael Jackson's bed! You are going to get fired Myla!" he yells at me.
I gasp as I sit up in bed. I was indeed in MJ's bed. "How—ow? How did I end up here? I do not recall falling asleep here" I mutter. I hop out of the bed. Then I begin to make the bed up.
Before my boss would see me in here. Not doing my job.
"Ah Myla I think I just asked you that question! How did you end up in here?" he laughs. He shakes his head.
I look around me. "I really do not remember how I got in here" I mutter.
My hand is on my forehead. Last night came rushing back to me. Michael and his ghostly kids that were hanging out there in Neverland.
Michael must have placed me in here when I passed out last night. That was the only way that I could have ended up here from the office area. Why was he trying to hurt me? I was only trying to help him.
"Myla you are already here! Great!" my boss finds Johnny and myself there. "I need you to take these awards over to the award room to be placed up" she orders to me as she carries a box in her hands. My eyes grow wide. I was fearful of that room right now.
"I can do it! I have nothing else to do!" Johnny pipes up.
I sigh feeling a flood of relief in me. I mouth thank you to Johnny. He takes the box from my boss.
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"Alright Myla then I will need you out in the garden area. And check on all the sound systems. We need to make sure it is all set for the concerts that we planned for fans" she orders to me. I nod.
"Gotcha" I say. I nod.
I head out to the garden area. It was huge. I spot a tree there. I remembered an interview with Michael who loved this very tree. He had said that he sat in the tree for hours on end. Writing songs there in the tree. I walk over to the tree.
I had saw it once before. But I never got to spend a moment beside it. I whip out my cell phone and play that interview. I pause it where he was by the tree. I take a screen shot of it. Then I take a little selfie of me beside the tree to. My hands roam on the trunk of the tree.
I hear kids' laughter ringing out suddenly. I gasp as I feel a chilly breeze brush past me. I whirl around. Nothing. No one was there.
Only me!!
"Lost boys?" I call out. Rembering what the boy had called himself. "Michael?" I call out.
I feel someone near me. I close my eyes. Waiting for them to show themselves. I shiver.
"Michael?" I whisper out.
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I see something near the shadows beside the tree. A pair of eyes glowing at me. Not glaring. Curiously looking at me. Then I hear it again. Some kids laughing at me. I wondered if they were trying to figuring me out. To see if I was there to help. Not harm them. I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
"You're it!" I hear a child's laughter ring out.
More laughing. "Catch us if you can!" they were playing with me.
I feel another breeze. No fear. A chill to the air. I find a maze. A bushy maze. I begin to follow the laughter that I was hearing. I soon find myself to be lost. Like a labyrinth of sorts. I nearly felt like Alice In Wonderland. This was a magical place. I loved Neverland.
"Catch us if you can!" they call to me again.
I end up at the end of the maze. No where to go now. There was a little statue made of Michael there. Bronze. It was lovely to. Behind the statue was a bed of pretty little white roses. I was really starting to feel like Alice In Wonderland. My right hand reaches out to touch one. I lean in to smell them. They were lovely. I loved roses.
"You can't catch us!" more giggles.
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Suddenly the roses change. Red. Almost like blood red. I gasp as I back away from the roses. My hand had a red rose that I accidentally plucked off the bush.
The thorn cuts into my flesh. I gasp as I drop the rose bud to the floor. Blood drips from my wrist. I see those eyes again over near the shadows of Michael's statue. The ghost boy forms a little more before me.
"I warned you! You better leave! Stay away from Michael!" he hisses a warning my way.
I shiver from his warning. "I really want to help you. What is your name? I do not want to hurt you. Or hurt Michael" I promise him.
I gasp as I feel someone reach out to touch my arm. "Hey you are hurt!" Johnny.
"I was led out here. It sure is pretty huh? The rose cut me" I stammer.
I glance over at the roses and they were white once more. Johnny holds my arm as he glances down at my wrist. "We better clean that up" he worries.
He takes me back in the house there in the kitchen. He cleans it up. My boss is worried about my wrist. Debbie looks it over. But says I did not need stiches thank goodness. I had to ask her about these hauntings. These ghosts meant business. Someone was out to get me!
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"Debbie can I ask you something?" I begin to say.
She whirls around to face me. "Ask away!" she cheerfully answers me.
"I know kids used to come and go here besides Paris and the others. Did any kids ever die here at Neverland?" I have to ask.
She looked taken back by my question. "Who told you?" she asks me.
"Told me what? I felt something here is all. Someone haunts this place" I tell her.
She sighs. "Yes, a child died here. Long ago. Michael used to bring kids here from Make A Wish Foundations. A little boy named Charles Davis lost his life while spending the night here. He had terminal cancer. Michael and the boys' mother were at his bedside the whole time. Michael paid for the boys' funeral and his medical expenses. Before things went viral with the other parents taking Michael to court. Yes, Charles was about eleven years old when he passed away here" she explains to me.
Charles.
He was protecting Michael. He was worried that I was going to get rid of Michael's ghost. So, he was trying to scare me away from the others.
It made sense. Michael was not the one trying to scare me off. His little friend was. I had to some how prove to Charles that I was there to help them. I did not want to make anyone cross over.
Unless they wanted to of course.
I nod. "So that was who I made contact with" I mention.
"Believe in ghosts huh?" laughs Debbie.
"Ahhh yes" I admit. "I do"
Johnny laughs at me. "I knew it"
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