Ghost [Michael Jackson FF]

Chapter 7

I was eager to come to work that day. I had two days left before we had our grand opening. And I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. The Lost Boys were up to no good that was clear. I had to make them see that we were not going to harm them. And then maybe they would not bring harm to us. One could hope. I was also hoping to run into Michael. We had a moment. At last. It had been a short one because my gram had scared him off.

Johnny was going to be working with me tonight. I was kind of grateful that I was not going to be alone. The Lost Boys would not hurt me, but they loved to scare me. Not that Johnny was much protection. But he was company. None the less. It was only seven pm. Nothing was about to happen until that midnight hour came around. I had to talk to the Lost Boys. Then I was hoping to talk to Michael. I take a deep breath. My boss hands me a list of to do things before she heads out the door.

I stand there in the doorway and read over what I had to do. "Alright. Myla we better get busy" I pep talk myself. After I got all this done then the ghost hunting could begin.

I begin to set up the lines for where the crowds would be coming in. We had a format we would follow. Each person would tell about each room. And we had placed personal photos up all over the home of Michael. And of his kids as well. That was what Paris had in mind. I dust things I was told to. I had an odd feeling something was watching me down the hallway. The hall that lead to Michael's bedroom. I try to brush it aside. Johnny was running late. As always. I would have to cover him, or the boss was going to fire him.

I hear a noise down the hall way. It startles me. "Hello? Is someone there? Johnny?" I call out softly. The hairs on my arm begin to stand up. An uneasy feeling comes washing over me.

I hear the same noise again down the hall. "Johnny you are not funny!" I warn him. "If this is you then you are going to so pay!" I warn Johnny sternly.

I make my way down the hall. The lights begin to flicker on and off. "Michael? Lost Boys?" I squeak softly. It was only eight o clock now. To early for ghosts to come out.

Right?!

My heart races as the lights stay on. I rush down the hall. I have not heard that noise again. I see the light on in Michael's bathroom there in his bedroom. I had not turned it on. Johnny was not here yet. That I knew of! My handshakes as I reach up touching the doorknob on Michael's door to pry it open more. I head inside.

"Someone here?" I call out softly.

I glance around. I had to turn on the light. It was over on the nightstand. I take a deep breath then go to make my way across the room to where the light was at, as fast as I could. Light was good. Darkness bad. They could one up me there in the dark. They had the upper hand. As I go to reach out and turn on the light, I feel a hand on my right shoulder.

"Please don't hurt me" I beg of them.

I turn around and hear laughing.

"Johnny! You stupid f**k!" I snap with anger. I swat him on the arm as he laughs his brains out.

"I am sorry! I am! When you did not see me come in, I could not help myself" he snorts with laughter.

"You were running late. Here I felt sorry for you! Maybe I will tell on you that you were late!" I angrily retort at him.

He grabs my arm stopping me from leaving the room. "Come on Myla! I was only having a little fun! That is all! I swear I will not let it happen again! Let's get to work" he begs me.

"Why should I not tell on you Johnny? Give me one good reason?" I challenge him.

"Because you would miss my charming smile?" he jokes.

"Humph" I mutter as I go to leave.

He follows after me. "You would have done the same thing to me! To not tell me you would not!" he argues.

"Fine" I snap. "You were not funny John"

"John! Ouch!" he laughs. "Come on Myla! I will do what ever is on that list that you do not want to do" he promises me.

"Alright then. How about you go clean the trophy room. You know I hate that room" I declare to him.

"You got it! We cool? Will you not tell the boss on me?" he begs to know.

I sigh. I cross my arms. "I should. But I won't"

"Thanks Myla! You are one in a million! A trillion" he jokes.

"Get to work Johnny" I mutter.

I go to head back to work. I grab the vacuum cleaner from the closet. Johnny heads back to work to. Damn him for sneaking up and scaring me like he had. My nerves were shot. I begin to hum a song and clean.

I felt like I was being watched in each room I went to. It always felt that way when I was here. Every time. I try to keep my mind of ghosts and Johnny's sneaky tricks. I hated practical jokes. Johnny knew that. He knew to that I was gullible. Easily duped.

I turn around to vacuum a corner there in the office. Something pops up in front of me. "Michael! s**t! You scared me!" I gasp in alarm.

"Sorry sweetie" he chuckles.

"I have to get used to this!" I laugh.

He swirls floating around me. "How many days until they open Neverland to the public?" he wants to know.

"Oh, um two more days" I say to him. "We are nearly ready"

"Not a good idea" he frowns.

"Why?" I ask.

"The Lost Boys are not happy about sharing Neverland with others. They won't accept it" he warns me.

That did not sound good.

"Is something bad going to happen?" I question him. "what can I do?"

"Stop the grand opening" he begs me.

I shake my head. "Your daughter is ahead of it. I can't even speak to her" I warn him.

"But you have to! Or something bad will happen to innocent people!" he worries.

"I will do all I can! But it will not be easy" I sigh. "Paris has guards. And she does not know me like you do" I remind him.

"There has to be a way to get to her before they open" he mutters thoughtfully. "I had been happy when she bought Neverland. Figuring the haunting would be over. That no more strangers would be in the home. I never thought Paris would open this place to the public" he grumbles.

Even in spirit form he looks as handsome as ever. He aged well. He reminded me of the Michael back during the Bad Era. His handsome face had his long curly hair dangling beside it. He looked deep in thought. I wondered what he planned on doing.

"Michael?" I call out to him.

"Yes Myla?"

He knew my name....

Stop geeking out Myla. Just because the king of pop knew my name!!

"Michael can you get them to listen? Can you stop the Lost Boys?" I wonder.

He shakes his head no. "They listen to no one. They mean well. They find this place their home. They will do everything they have to, to protect it" he warns me. "And us"

I nod. "I get that" I sigh.

"Myla I am glad you are in my life now" he says softly to me. We are face to face.

Those deep brown eyes are looking into mine.

"You are?Why?" I ask.

"I was surrounded by the Lost Boys. But I still got lonely. I am glad I have you around to talk to. To keep me company now" he says to me.

"I am glad I can be there for you Michael" I say softly. "I wish it was not this way though"

"Me to" he agrees. "But what can I say?" he chuckles.

"What is it like being...being dead?" I wonder.

"Lonely. I am bound to this house. Lost" he admits.

I wince hearing that. "Why can't you be free?" I wonder.

"They need me, until they go home, I am stuck here with them, the kid need me" he explains.

Tears form in my eyes. "You have the biggest heart of gold. You always have Michael" I sniff back tears.

"Don't cry Myla" he says gently.

"Sorry" I laugh as I dry my tears.

"Myla? You in here? Who are you talking to?" Johnny calls out to me.

Michael smiles then winks at me before disappearing on me. Just like that as Johnny comes in the office with me. I grab a tissue from my pants pocket and blow my nose. What a night. I did finally get to talk with Michael like I wanted. He was so wonderful.

"Myla what is wrong? You were crying? Who were you talking to?" Johnny demands to know.

I sigh. "I get sad being in here. You know? I wish Michael could be here with us" I lie.

"Stop being such a baby Myla. We all wish that. Get to work" demands Johnny.

Well now I had one more task before the night was over with. Talk to the Lost Boys. If they would let me. I hoped I would get the chance to talk to Michael again. I really enjoyed his company tonight.

I had to know more. There were so many questions that still went unanswered. And how in the hell was I going to get to talk to Paris? And ask her to stop the grand opening from happening?? She was never going to listen to me.

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