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Beyond the Grave 5

Thank you to everyone who has responded to my story. Remember, this is fake... 
Right?

It was really awkward. I opened my mouth to say something but then closed it, lost 
for words. My body was adjusting to the pain, it was bearible. I looked at Michael, 
he had on a white shirt, that was half tucked into black slacks. He had on one red 
sock and one yellow sock. His jet black curls were tied back into a ponytail, a few 
strands fell loose in the front. He was pale, but somehow had color. And, the bluish 
glow was getting dimmer.

Me) (Worried) Michael?
Michael) (Head snapped up) What?
Me) Do you feel anything? (Gulping)
Michael) Well, my knees are shaking... And my hands. (I squeezed his hand) I do 
feel faint.
Me) Oh god...
Michael) (Wide-eyed and worried) What? What's happening?
Me) You could be (Getting shaky) making some sort of change.
Michael) (Sweat beads building up on his forehead) I'm not turning into a monster 
or something? (I don't answer and my eyes roll into the back of my head) Gem!

I was having a vision. When I have visions, it isn't pretty. I was in a dark room, with 
nothing but myself in it. Then, someone's hand clasped around my neck, and he 
laughed. It was Michael laughing.

Michael) (His voice was raspy and gross. It sounded possessed) How dare you!
Me) (Scared) What?!
Michael) You will die for this!
Me) (Crying) For what? Tell me Michael!
Michael) (Holds my head to his shoulder as his other hand raises up a knife) Be 
quiet!
Me) (Crying harder, struggling for dear life) No! NO!
Michael) (Chuckles) Sorry it had to end like this... (Slices my neck, drops the knife 
and holds me in his arms) For the record, I love you.

I heard faint yelling somewhere. Then, almost like it slapped me, I came back to 
the bedroom. I was crushed against Michael, tears pouring down my cheeks. He 
was yelling my name.

Me) (Groans)
Michael) (Sounds relieved) Gem! (Holds me tighter) Oh god... What happened?
Me) (Images flooding into my brain of my death... At the hands of Michael) I-I... I'm 
sorry... For whatever I did. (Fresh tears began to roll down my cheeks)
Michael) You haven't done a thing. It ok, I f-

He suddenly started shaking violently, falling backward onto the bed. I hunched 
over him, grasping his shirt, not knowing what to do. He lost all glow, I could hear 
his panting, his actual breathing. Is he... Alive?

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