Michael Jackson Imagines (10)

Michael's Ghost (Mature era)

I was walking past the Neverland gate and it was dark outside.

The wind blew rain from the trees and a cloud of thunder made me jump.

Strange enough, the front door to Michael's mansion mysteriously opened by itself.

Feeling a shiver going down my spine, I cautiously walked towards it and then went inside.

It was dark and the fireplace wasn't lit up.

I took off my wet shoes and placed them next to the coat rack that was next to the door.

My jacket was soaked, so I laid it next to the fire place and then used my phone's flashlight to find my way around.

Eventually, a flash of lightning and a loud noise of thunder startled me and I ran to hide somewhere.

I found a nice blanket and wrapped it around me.

All of a sudden, the fire place was somehow lit up and a warm fire was burning.

I grabbed my jacket and moved it farther back to avoid the flames.

And then, the creaking sound of a closet door rang through my ears.

I used the flashlight on my phone to shine my way.

Inside, I found more blankets and a beautiful robe caught my attention.

It was way bigger than my own size, but it was nice and expensive looking.

I put it on and felt a little gust of cold air blowing into my hair.

Michael's ghost was watching me and the dead celebrity hadn't expected someone to visit Neverland.

He watched as I undressed and then he politely looked the other way to give me some privacy.

I took off my day clothes and laid them next to me on the sofa.

Since I had nothing else to wear to bed, I figured that I just find a washing machine and a dryer.

That way, I could have clean clothes to wear.

Michael looked over at me and saw that I was still awake.

He appeared in my direction and tried to get my attention by putting a cold hand onto my shoulder.

I shivered as something was touching me.

"Hello..."?

Michael whispered, and this made me jump to my feet.

I covered myself with the robe, looking around frantically for the source.

"M-m-Michael"?

I then saw a misty figure of a tall man wearing a black fedora and black penny loafers.

"It's okay F/n. Don't be scared".

Michael's entire ghostly body was standing right in front of me.

"W-w-what? H-h-how are you still here? Y-you're dead".

I stuttered, and then heard him giggle softly.

"I'm always here, and I'll always will be".

Michael gave me a sweet and gentle smile that made my heart soar.