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Ja'Nea Ghost Love Story: Part 4
*Hey this is Cait once again, and this is the last part fer tonight. I hope you guys like it :D This goes out to my last shout outs. Again, I hope you like it lol <3 ~Mary Ca!t:3* Me: Say, Princeâ?¦Blanket? They turned and looked at me. Wondering what I was going to say next. Prince: Yeah? Me: You guys spend a lot of time going into the woods, right? Blanket: Right. Me: I was wondering, do you know anybody that lives around here that could help me figure out the mystery of the person that lives there? Blanket: We could. Prince: But.. Me: But what? Prince: Itâ??s gonna cost you to let us come with you. Me: What!? No! Prince: We do know somebody that could help you. Blanket: But itâ??s gonna cost you by letting us come, too. And help you out with the case about the house on the hill. Me: Iâ?¦.ugh! Fine! You can help. Prince&Blanket: *High fives each other* I rolled my eyes. We looked to make sure no one was there with us as we ran for the woods. They told me a old lady lives in these woods, and that she may know about the house and Michael. As we started walking, I gotta say the creepy feeling came back. I could see it in Blanketâ??s face as well. We pushed through. We finally saw a little hut or some kind in the middle of the woods. Blanket said the lady that lives here is name Bamba. I giggled some at the name, but my name isnâ??t all that great eitherâ?¦so what am I giggling about? I shrugged it off as Prince knocked on the door. I heard a old raspy voice come through the door. Prince told her who it was. The door slowly opened to show a women in her 70s or mid 80s. She looked at me and smiled. Bamba: Prince, is the pretty lady you were talking about? Prince: *Blushes* No! Bamba: *Chuckles* Right. Blanket: Bamba, this is Jaâ??Nea. And she wants to know about the man in the house on the hill. Bamba: *Smiles weakly* I was wondering when someone would came to me and ask about the Maestro. Me: You mean, Michael? Bamba: Yes. Michael. But I have always called him Maestro. Me: I seeâ?¦ Bamba: Well, come into the warm hut. I just put a fire on, these woods are so cold now a days. Me, Prince and Blanket walked into her hut. She shut the door behind us. I sat down with the guys as she made her way to her bookshelves. She pulled out one book, it looked just like Michaelâ??s. She blew the dust off of it and made her way to us. She sat down slowly as she opened the book. Bamba: I assure you, the Maestro isnâ??t as strange as people think him out to be. Heâ??s actually a very, very kind man. I should know, I was once a doctor for his sickly daughter Paris. Blanket: He had a daughter? Bamba: Yes, Blanket. But sadly, she got very sickâ?¦and she never recovered. She died in her room in that house. The Maestro was devastated when he lost her. Then shortly after, he lost his love Juliette as well. She was found in the bond drowned. He was so lonely, he kept from people for many, many years. I believe he went crazy once, he thought it be wise to end his life now. So one night, as I was going to his house for our normal cheek up, thatâ??s when I heard that gun go off, I heard his howl of pain. And thatâ??s the last time, I ever went back there. I believe his spirit is still trapped there, but I am not certain. He pulls it off that he is a human being. But I assure you as I said he means no harm, I will tell you this. He is more ghost then man. His daughter still haunts the place with him. So, *Looks at me* youâ??re his maid am I correct? Me: Y-yeahâ?¦ Bamba: Donâ??t worry honey, he thinks of you as Juliette. I was taken back by that. Did I actually look like this Juliette girl? I shook my head, I guess Iâ??ll never fully know. I guess I could ask her. Me: Bambaâ?¦ Bamba: Hmm? Me: Can you please show me what Juliette looked like? Bamba: Indeed I can. She got up to get a picture from the wall. She came back and handed it to me. I was shocked, she looked just liked me. But this picture looked like you would find in the 1800s. I looked at Bamba. Once more I had to ask her. Me: Bambaâ?¦what year did they die? Prince: Yeahâ?¦cause this picture looks old. Blanket: Yeahâ?¦and so does the things in that book. Bamba: Well, you see Paris died in the summer of 1895, Juliette died in the spring around 1986, and Maestro finally died around the fall of October 31st, 1897. Iâ??m not very sure when and what month Paris and Juliette died, but I know it was around the Summer and Spring time when it had happened. Did I help you guys any? Me: Yes. Thank you, Bamba. Bamba: Your welcome. Come back any time you want. We thanked her and started walking back to the village. We made sure knew no one saw us. We were almost there till Blanket made a run for it. Prince: Blanket! *Runs after him* Me: Hey! *Runs after both of them* What have I gotten myself into!? To Be Continued *Well, there ya go! I hope you all enjoyed :3 What caused Blanket to run? Will they find out? And will they also find out more about Michael? Stay tuned. But fer now, BYEEE!!!*
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