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Beyond the Grave 1
WARNING: EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS 100% FAKE. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING LITTERALLY. Thank you. Some people would call me a freak, other would say I have insight to the other side. Yes, Im talking about ghosts, sprirts that fly everywhere. I can see them, I see them continuing their lives not knowing their dead. Although, there are setbacks. I can't hear them. They do talk to me, but all I see are their lips moving. So, I usally will have them bang on something if they wanna say something. Something I find truely odd, is that I am good friends with Jermaine Jackson, what is odd is that he was gonna introduce me to his family on June 25, 2009. Obviously, that never happened. I used to live in my small apartment, but Jermaine had a hunch. He thought that Michael was still with us, at Neverland. At first I laughed, but then Jermaine frowned at me. He insisted that I would check it out. So, I said yes, and Jermaine had me live at Neverland. The gates were sealed off, and the only time I could go out on the property was at night, dressed in all black. ~ September 16, 2009 Me) Jermaine, I can't thank you enough for getting me all this stuff... God, I'm never gonna get bored. Jermaine) Ah, it is nothin. So, can you feel the presence of anything? (Getting excited) Me) No, too much going on. If anything was here, it's... Tense. Something that I can do is feel the moods around me. Especially around spirits. Jermaine) Ok?... Well then, I will see you in... How long does this take? Me) Around... Three months. Jermaine) See you on three months then. (Kisses my cheek) Bye. Me) Bye. I showed him to the door, I had to stay in though. Too many people were outside the gates. So I waved at him through a window. He drove off into daylight. I sighed, and walked around the main house. I went through every room. Only three gave off any... Emotions. 1) The kitchen 2) The master bedroom 3) The living room I was gonna spend the most times in those three places. I set up my bed in the master bedroom. I felt something come in. I looked up, and there was Michael. He looked shocked. He looked like he was still in 1992, and was in a Mickey Mouse sweatshirt, over a white shirt. He had on black slacks and white socks on. No penneyloafers. Me) Hello, I'm Gem. Michael) (Looks at me with curiosity, and starts to speak.) Me) I'm afraid I can't hear you... Can you nod for me? That way we can talk. Michael) (Nods) Me) Thanks... So, can you tell me your name? Michael) (Frowns, but a small smile was on his face. He did his most famous dance moves.) Me) Are you Mr. Jackson? Michael) (Nods yes.) Me) Would you like me to call you Mr. Jackson? Michael) (Shakes his head no, and mouths Michael) Me) Michael? Ok.... So, how are you? Michael) (Moves his hand, indicating a so-so) Me) So-So? Why? Michael) (Puts his hand over his mouth, and appears to think. Then his slightly jumped, and ran downstairs.) Me) Bye, then... I turned back to my bed, and fluffed up my pillows. Suddenly, a cold shiver runs through my body. Being used to it, I turn around. Michael was standing in front of me, closer than most spirits, and shows that he has a pencil and a whole pad of paper. I sit down, and Michael sits next to me. My stomach flopped, and I felt like running away. I felt like screaming and running as far as I could. It felt like when you were little, and when you were scared of monsters in your closet. And every little move made your heart race? That's exactly how it felt. Of course I didn't. He was too... Nice. Michael) (Writes on paper, "Will this work?") Me) (Laughing) Yes... Your smart. Most other... Spirits are terrified of me. Michael) (Looks at me and smiles, then writes "It is so weird how you can talk to me... Nobody else can.") Me) I have a gift... If that's what you'd call it... I'm weird like that though. Michael) ("We are all weird.") Me) You said it... So, what's up? Michael) ("Honestly, not much. Other than you, I'm all alone. My sister somethimes visits, but she always crys. I try to help but, she just shivers and walks away..." He looks at me, really sad) Me) Aww... I'm sorry. (I pat his shoulder) Michael) (Looks at me, wide-eyed, "You can... Touch me?!") Me) Yes... Michael) ("Thats awsome.") Me) Thanks. Michael) ("Have we ever met?") Me) Nope, this is the first. Michael) ("Ok... Sorry, I just feel like I know you from somewhere... Huh.") Me) (Giggles) Yeah, I know how you feel. Michael) ("You have a cute laugh." He looks shyly at me.) Oh no... I hope this isn't going in that direction.... It wouldn't work out.
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