Not A Demon, Nor an Angel (Michael Jackson Love/Mystery Story)

The Demon She Can Be

Weeks had gone by, and each day Michael would see strange activities happening on a regular basis. Chairs moving, water turning off and on, messages being written in the steam on the mirrors when he would get out of the shower, even his bed levitating and the sheets being yanked off of him in the middle of the night.

His children had seen similar things, but ignored it and went on with their everyday life. They weren't able to see her either.

Michael would see her walking around the yard and many times slowly walking around his private office and bedroom. Wherever he was the most is where she would be as well. But yet she would always vanish when he tried to talk to her.

But he would soon learn that she wasn't as peaceful as she seemed.....

Michael had went back to his room after being in his private office for awhile. He tossed and turned, his mind racing with thoughts. Again he couldn't sleep because he was thinking about the girl.

The girl was strange, and she was at his home. But why? The next day he awoke to the sunlight shining in and brightening the room. Even though it was still cold in the room.

He sat up and stretched, he was still tired because he didn't get much sleep last night. He got up and headed to the master bath, but a book that was sitting on his dresser caught his eye.

The one that he had been reading last night was still on his nightstand, so it wasn't that book.

It looked old and tattered, and it read "Diary Of A Chained Soul" on the cover.

Michael wondered if he should leave it there or to read it. But he got curious and opened it anyway.

Dear diary,

New owners have come into the home once more. I realized that it was none other than the one and only, Michael Jackson. Strange how ending up here gave me the chance to see so many famous actors, actresses, and performers that I've learned about over the years.

And now Michael is staying in the room of terror. Bless his soul. I hate for it to be this way.

I don't want to scare them away, I truly don't. But it is going to happen, whether I want it to or not.

Strange thing, I was on the balcony crying and he could see me. First time someone has spoken to me in seventy years. But I ran from him. It frightened me.

Why does he keep trying to chase after me? Like I'm interesting, I'm just a spirit. Maybe scaring them off, is the safest thing to do.

Until the next day,

Sheila.

"She must have written this the first day we moved in.." He said to himself, "But why would she want to scare us away?? And what does she mean that I could see her?" He kept talking to himself.

Suddenly the pages in the book started flipping uncontrollably. Michael backed away from the dresser in confusion as he stared at it. The book flew up in the air and was shot across the room, hitting the wall and dropping to the floor. Michael was getting frightened by this time.

"You dare to read my diary?" Sheila's voice echoed all around the room. It seemed like she was talking from all directions. Michael looked around for her, but she was nowhere in sight.

"I'm sorry.." He whispered quietly. Hoping she would be forgiving. All he heard was a low evil chuckle echo around him.

"Do you ever wonder why your room is so cold?" She asked all of the sudden. Michael nodded as he backed into a corner and slid down to the floor.

"Because I was murdered here. I was shot in this very room, on my birthday. I've haunted here for many long years, Michael." She explained, her voice filled with pain.

The room went black, the door slammed shut as the glass of the balcony doors busted, wind came through, blowing everything around the room. His dresser started moving across the room, gaining speed as it headed towards him. He closed his eyes tightly and braced himself.

Then everything stopped. The lights came on, the wind ceased, and the dresser had stopped right at his feet. He opened his eyes to see that she was standing right in front of the dresser, staring down at him.

"I'm sorry....." He said again, "You're a.. Ghost?"

She chuckled lowly, "Ghost, spirit, demon... I've been given many labels over the years. Do I frighten you?" She asked. He nodded slowly. "I'm sorry for being so violent. Sometimes I can't control my emotions, for they have been locked up for so long. I get out of hand." She apologized. She put her hand out, offering to help him up. But he just stared at it.

She sighed, "I understand. I'll leave you alone. I'll go." For now. She thought. Small tears formed in her eyes, she walked to the balcony and jumped up on the railing, slowly leaning forward, sending her plummeting to the ground.

Michael's eyes widened, he jumped off the floor and ran to the balcony. He looked over the railing, but just as the times before.. She had disappeared.