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Ja'Nea's Ghost Love Story: Part 2

*Hey it's Caiiiiitt!!! :D *Like Fred does it* Okay, so I really, really felt like making this part today before I have school tmrw! So here is the newest part to my story. I hope you like it this goes out
to, Michael, Lexa, Halle and everyone on the site that likes to read my stories, and also the new writers. ENJOY :D!!!
<3
~Mary Ca!t:3*

Michael: Well, why donâ??t I show you around so you can get started.
Me: Alright.

I fallowed him as we made our way through his house. As we went on, the house was becoming more and more creepy. We stopped at a door. I wonder what he was doing.

Michael: This is the first room I need you to do for me, Ja'Nea. *Opens the door* This is my room.
Me: Oh, okay Mr. Jackson.
Michael: Please, Michael. Call me Michael.
Me: *Smiles shyly* Michaelâ?¦
Michael: *Smiles*

He opened the door, and I saw the most beautiful bedroom. Even though it was dark, and creepy, it was still beautiful. I was very surprise by it. I stepped into the room. Itâ??s a good thing I brought cleaning supplies as well. I turned back to Michael that was leaning on the door frame. He looked pretty hot doing that. I just shook the feeling off. Heâ??s my boss, canâ??t have feelings for him.

Michael: Well, Iâ??m going to leave you now. Iâ??ll be in my studies if you need me.
Me: Alright.

Michael left, leaving me to clean his room. I started to get to work. I cleaned the floor, washed the bathroom in his room, dusted the furniture, and as I was fixing his bed a book feel from the covers. I bent down to pick it up. I looked at the book to see it was very old. Probably something he had since he was younger, but that couldnâ??t be it. It looks far to old to be like that, and heâ??s so young. Probably in his 30s or so. I felt bad, but I started to open the book. As I opened the book, a picture of some kind fell out of it. I placed the book down on the bed and bent down to pick it up. I saw a old looking picture of Michael along with a little girl, and a women whoâ??s face I cannot see due to it being awfully smudged out. I placed the picture on the bed. I looked at the book. All I could think of what if Michael came in and saw me doing this? Would he be mad? Would he fire me? All I know, I have to be careful while reading this journal or bookâ?¦whatever it is. I looked at the door, then to the book yet again. I read what was written, it was like it was for how things were going now.

â??June, 23...
      I donâ??t know what to do anymore, Iâ??ve called every doctor to try and save her, but nothing seems to be working. Iâ??ve tried so hard to keep her here. I just donâ??t know. Paris is something I donâ??t want to lose. I just hope I can keep her here forever with me. Juliette thinks itâ??s just my nerves getting to me. But, my daughter is everything to me. And I do not want to lose her. I feel sleepy now, if anyone reads this. Please understand I am a very busy man, and I really just need someone to help me. Iâ??m very sorry if this does not make any since to you all, but know this, it will soon. Now, I must leave.â?

As I went to turn the page, I saw there was nothing written there. As if, he never wrote in it. But I felt the pen print from where new words were written the first ones place. What the devil, is this book a clue to who he is. And who is Paris? Or better yet, who is Juliette? These are such things I wonder about. I heard someone coming to the room. I quickly fixed the bed, and hide the book and the picture into my bag that I had brought along with me. I fixed everything to where it looked like nothing had happened, and I stood in the center of the room putting my supplies up just as Michael came back into the room. He looked around and saw everything was settled and set. He looked at me and smiled.

Michael: This room is so beautiful. Thank you for cleaning it Jaâ??Nea.
Me: Your welcome, Michael. Well, *Starts inching away* I have to go now. I gotta help my mother cook supper.
Michael: Oh, alright. Iâ??ll see you tmrw then?
Me: Yes, some time tmrw.
Michael: Good. *Smiles and nods*

I did the same and went down the steps back to the ballroom. I walked through the hallway and out the door to the forest. I just couldnâ??t help but feel eyes were fallowing me. I turned back to the house to see at the top room, the curtains were folded back as if someone was looking out them. But I saw no one, when I looked closely. The curtains feel back into place. My eyes went wide, and I started running. One things for sure, something strange is going on in this neighborhoodâ?¦and I donâ??t think calling the Ghostbusters will help. I guess I gotta be the Ghostbuster this time, cause I know they ainâ??t gonna be the ones to help me. I looked into my sack when I was far away form the house. I looked at the notebook, and at the picture as well. Iâ??ll figure this out. I just need someone to help me find out what is going on in that house. I just gotta know. And I think Iâ??ll try to find outâ?¦starting with Paris, in Michaelâ??s book.

*I know this part is short, but I can't figure what else to write. But I hoped you all liked it. And I was going fer in this story that Paris is Michael's only child, but Prince and Blanket will be in this story as well. Now, will Ja'Nea find out about her? Or is everyone just gonna brush it off like they have been fer 15 years with her? Let us find out next time, till then...
BYE :D*

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