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Chapter
7- Family Close Encounters of the Ghost Kind





Michael's
P.O.V.





Rebecca's
father looked at Becca and said, “What the hell was that?”


I
told you,” Rebecca answered, “a ghost lives here.”


Her
dad scoffed. “Becca, there's no such things as ghosts.”


I
then decided to materialize behind Rebecca. After I became visible,
her dad screamed with surprise.


Now
do you believe in ghosts?” I asked.


The
rest of the family stared at me with their eyes wide with shock.
Except for Rebecca; she smiled at me and I smiled back.


How
are you, Michael?” she asked politely.


I'm
fine,” I replied. “How 'bout you?”


A
little tired,” Rebecca said, “but I'm OK.”


Rebecca
is very beautiful,”
I
thought.



Her dad, Greg, finally said, “Hang on. Did you
just hit Emily on the back of her head for calling you something
bad?”



I looked at Emily; she had fear and a deep loathing of
me in her eyes.



Yes,” I replied, “I did hit her. When
she almost called me that stupid tabloid nickname, I couldn't hold my
anger in any longer; I'm not a wacko.”



Becca's mom, Jen, who was still freaked out, asked, “Are
you really... Michael Jackson?”



I turned my gaze towards Jen.


Yes,”
I thought while creating a
telepathic connection with her brain,
“I am
Michael Jackson. I know, you're still confused.”


How's
this happening? Can he read my mind?”
I
heard Jen think to herself.



Yeah, I can read people's minds,” I said
aloud, “but only if I want to.”



Everybody (except Rebecca) looked at each other, and
they were thinking the same thing:


How
does he do
that?”



H-how long have you been h-here, Michael?”
Greg stuttered.



I've been here for 10 long years,” I said.
“Shortly after my death, my spirit, which is what you see now,
left my dead body. I had no idea what happened, then I saw Paris...
crying...”



I stopped myself. I didn't want to continue. The memory
was too painful to even talk about. I turned away from everyone and
walked about three paces; burying my face in my hand, I started to
cry.







My P.O.V.







Michael turned away from my family and me. I think he's
crying. His transparent body is shaking with every sob. I then got up
from the table and quietly walked towards Michael.



It broke my heart to see him cry. Now behind him, my
hand slowly reached out to touch his shoulder. As it reached the
silvery outline of Michael, instead of passing through, he became
solid at my touch.



The rest of my family gasped softly in complete shock.
I gently squeezed Michael's right shoulder. His sobs got quieter; he
then turned around to face me and I saw tears rolling down his
cheeks.



Michael looked at my hand that's still on his shoulder,
his eyes wide with shock. He looked at his hands; they're solid. MJ
stared into my eyes; he was just as confused as I was.



I gingerly put my other hand on his left shoulder.


He's
so warm,”
I thought still
staring into his brown puppy-dog eyes.



Michael suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and
hugged me while burying his face on my shoulder, weeping and shaking.



I did my best to comfort him.



Shh. It's OK, Michael,” I whispered softly
into his ear while rubbing my hand against his back, “I'm
here.”







I forgot my family was still in the room.

Seventh chapter of My Ghostly Love. Enjoy!

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