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

Going And Coming Back

Later that day Michael was playing monopoly with his children, but he still had his experience playing through his head continuously.

They were having fun and laughing, then the dice suddenly lifted in the air and were thrown on the board, they landed and showed a total of 8. Suddenly one of the items on the board moved forward eight spaces.

Michael and his children looked at each other wide-eyed. Michael cleared his throat and then took his turn, then Prince, then Paris. And once again, the dice rolled on its own and the character moved forward as many spaces as the dice said.

They took their turns again, but this time the dice didn't move. They carried on and for the rest of the game and nothing happened.

Soon it was getting late and the children were quite drowsy. Michael sent them off to bed and started to clean up around the living room since his maids were on vacation.

He stood up from cleaning up the floor and turned around. He almost fell when he did, Sheila was standing there in front of him.

They were quite close, only centimeters away from one another. They stared into each others eyes for quite some time. Then Sheila broke the silence, "I told you that I was going to leave you alone. That is exactly what I am going to do." She whispered. Michael was about to protest, but her body disappeared.

Her gown still floated and kept the shape of her body. He went to grab it, it dropped to the floor and crumbled up into dust.

A gust of wind came flying through the front door, carrying the purple dust around Michael in a miniature tornado, but it was gentle.

He inhaled a very sweet, yet strong scent of lilac and rose petals, the wind hurried back out the door carrying the dust with it, the door slamming shut afterwards.

Michael exhaled dreamily and opened his eyes, still in a trance from the intoxicating scent.

A few years later, 2009

After that day of her body vanishing and her gown turning to dust, Michael had never seen her again since. He wanted to, but she never appeared again.

He was rehearsing for his upcoming tour This Is It. He was working very hard and long hours.

He was dancing in his personal dance studio that he had added on to the home. He was watching himself in the large mirrors that covered the whole wall in front of him. He would spin and land on his toes, do the moonwalk, and pop and lock left and right.

He spun and closed his eyes, focusing on the music and getting lost in the rhythm. He stopped spinning and opened his eyes. His eyes went wide.

His reflection was not his own, his reflection was Sheila.

Every move he made, she would do the same, like a reflection. He walked closer to the mirror and stared at her.

"Sheila? You're.. You're here..." He whispered.

He reached out and placed his hand on the glass. As a reflection would do, Sheila done the same. Even though he was just touching glass and not really her hand, he noticed the butterflies form in his stomach.

Then he heard a cracking sound. The glass started to get small cracks at their hands, then it grew larger.

Soon the whole wall of mirrors was full of large cracks, then it all fell down at once. Michael still stood there with his hand in the air from where it was once on the glass. This didn't really frighten him. He flinched, but that was all.

"Dad! Are you OK?!" Prince asked worriedly as he ran in.

Michael turned on his heels and looked at him, "Oh, I'm fine."

"What happened to the mirrors??" Prince asked astonished.

"Oh um.... I ran into one, and they all broke. Don't worry, I'll just get new ones."

Prince sighed and walked back out. Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

"Do you wish for me to leave again?" He heard her voice ask him in his ear.

"No... Yes... Oh I don't know..." He put his face in his hands and pressed his back against the wall, sliding down to the floor.