The Ghost of Michael Jackson
September 4th, 2011
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You: Once upon a time
Stranger: there was a castle
You: And a little boy was inside
Stranger: and he was only 7 years old
You: The little boy was frightened, he thought he heard a monster from his closet.
Stranger: But the monster was really under his bed
You: Little did he know… The monster, was Michael Jackson’s ghost.
Stranger: He liked singing Thriller
You: He liked dancing to Billie Jean.
Stranger: and loved crying to Man In The Mirror
You: He wanted to someday have his own wife, that he could call his Pretty Young Thing.
Stranger: But his friends weren’t fond of that idea
You: His friends laughed at his dancing, and his singing
Stranger: but he continued to be flamboyant
You: The boy thought to himself “One day! I will be just as amazing as Michael Jackson!”
Stranger: But it was not true
You: Not true one bit… And then.. One night…
Stranger: he heard the flutter of wings
You: He came awake in a flash!
Stranger: of lightning
You: And in the lightning… He saw… Michael Jackson’s…. Face….
Stranger: And he died
You: Then the mother came rushing in to see if her son was ok, as there had been a lightning strike nearby.
Stranger: and she was devastated
You: And then she saw, Michael Jackson, with a knife, standing behind her, in the window reflection…
Stranger: and she wept
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Submitted by Missy from USA

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