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Ja'Nea's Ghost Love Story: Part 1
*This is Cait once again, and thanks to Lexa. I thought I'd get this idea out of my head. And onto this site. I know I got a lot of stories, but I stop writing some fer now till some of them are done. And Since Mr. Magic and Not Ready To Make Nice is, and also Maria Carmen 2000s. I'd thought I make this fer the Hallow Evas week. Well, I hope you guys enjoy. And Happy Early Halloween. This goes to Lexa, everyone on the site and Michael Joseph Jackson ~Mary Ca!t:3* Ever since I could remember, my mother as always told me to stay away from the house on the hill. I donâ??t know why, but she has always told me that. My name is Jaâ??Nea Manson, and this is my story on how I met a man that is not human, nor is he anything but kind. But Iâ??m getting way a head of myself. Let us start back to when I was only 8-years-old, and I went to stay with my mother. -*15 years ago*- I was already to live with my mother. Oh, how rude of me. My name is Jaâ??Nea, Jaâ??Nea Hailey Mansonâ?¦but I just like to be called Jaâ??Nea or Jay for short. My mama and daddy has been apart since I was two. My uncle was driving me to my mother. I was in the backseat looking at the creepy forest path ways. Being 8, you donâ??t really like scary thingsâ?¦but as I got older as I lived in the village, I got use to it. But this was also the first time I saw the house on the hill. It looked scary, yet inviting in a way. I donâ??t know why though. But it does. I turned to my uncle to see if he knew who lived there. Me: Uncle Melvin? Uncle Melvin: Yes, pumpkin? Me: *Points out the window* That houseâ?¦who lives there? Uncle Melvin: Umâ?¦no one honey. Let us leave it at that. Me: But I want to know who it is that lives there. Uncle Melvin: When your older. But right now, you donâ??t need to know who or what that man is that lives there is. Me: So someone does live there. Uncle Melvin: What!? No..no! Me: But you saidâ?¦ Uncle Melvin: Oh, look weâ??re here honey! I looked to see my motherâ??s house standing right in almost the center of the town. This is gonna fun. Spending a few years here. I guess you can say Iâ??m happyâ?¦or I might just be sad that my dad had to go to jail, and leaving me in the arms of her. Either way, I wanna know who it is that lives in that house. And Iâ??ll find outâ?¦even if it takes me almost till Iâ??m grown too know. Uncle Melvin helped me with my bags, and helped me to the door. My mother opened it and greeted me with opened arms. I hugged her back as she hugged me tightly to her. I guess, I can deal with herâ?¦or maybe Iâ??ll go insane being here. Butâ?¦Iâ??ll just have to deal with it. I walked into the house. Mama helped me unpack, put everything into my drawers. We had dinner, I got to meet some of the neighborhood kids. And then I washed, and got ready for bed. My roomâ??s window was in view point to the mansion on the hill. It was even creepier at night, then in the day time. Lighting struck in the background. I hide under my covers, and just listen to the thunder roll outside my house. I heard like a male voice in my room as I was slowly going a sleep listening to the thunder, and the rain silently hitting my window. I heard the male voice whisper these three words, â??Youâ??re the oneâ?¦â? And the voice faded into the night as the thunder rolled along with it. Since that day, Iâ??ve been more curious about who lives in that house, and this is where the story of me, Jaâ??Nea Hailey Manson, beginsâ?¦ -*Now*- Mom: Jaâ??Nea, wake up! Me: *Still asleep* Mom: JAâ??NEA! Me: What! *Falls out of my bed* Mom: Did you forget you had to work today? Me: What? *Looks at the clock* SHIT! Mom: WATCH YOUR MOUTH YOUNG LADY!! Me: Ma, Iâ??m not a kid anymore. I donâ??t need you to tell me how to talk. Mom: *Going downstairs* Just like your father! Me: *Smiles to myself**Gets ready* Well, itâ??s me, Jaâ??Nea. Iâ??m 23, and Iâ??m working as a maid for the house on the hill. But my mother doesnâ??t know that. So please, donâ??t say anything to her. I want this to be a secret for as long as I can keep it clear and easy so pleaseâ?¦SHHH! I got ready, I place my tank top on, my kaci pants and my puma sneakers and I was out the door. I said goodbye to my mother and started to my work. I started to look around to make sure no one was looking as I started into the forest to the house. As I was walking into the forest, it was pretty creepy walking in there. It felt there was someone watching me everywhere I went. I heard the roar of thunder as I kept walking. The weather channel said it was suppose to be sunny for the weekend. Why was in thundering? Then I saw a flash of lightening. I jumped back someâ?¦and just gulped down my fears and continued to walk in the forest. I finally made it to the house, I knocked on the door, but no answer. I turned around slowly to see the front of the house. It had itâ??s own gate, sign. Which I thought was very odd when I saw it, it said â??Someplace elseâ? on it. I shrugged it off, acting like it was nothing. But Iâ??m not sure I can handle the fact that it has itâ??s own cemetery in the back and front yard. That I cannot shake off. I waited and waited for the doors to open, but they never did. I guess the man isnâ??t home to answer it. I guess my first day at work was a waste of my time. I sighed annoyed and started to walk away wishing I wore a jacket or a sweater as the wind picked up. I made down to the second step when I heard creeking. I turned around and saw the front door opening it by itâ??s self. Okayâ?¦thatâ??s just freaky. But I do have a job to do. I push past the fear yet again, and walked to the doors. I pushed them opened more, entered the house. The long hallway looked so elegant. Just as if it was made for a ball room. I walked more walking fast painting, pictures. Knights in armor. A smiled played on my lips. I made to two big doors. I wonder what they lead to. I pushed them open with great force so that they would open. When it did, what I saw took my breath away. It was a giant ball room with a fireplace in it. I really loved it. I walked around the place more. I started to act as if there was music playing, and I started dancing along with the music in my head. As I finished, I bowed as if someone was dancing along with me. I heard someone clapping for me. I jumped up fast, turned around and saw a man that looked like this standing there: http://www.mjsite.com/pages/mjj22.htm (But how he looks in Ghost guys ;) My heart jumped as he was standing there. So this is the man that lives in this house. ???: That was very wonderful. You must be my new maid? Me: Yesâ?¦Iâ??m- ???: Jaâ??Nea, I know. Iâ??ve seen you around the village before. Me:â?¦Ohâ?¦then you must beâ?¦ Michael: Michael. Michael Jackson. Nice to meet you finally Jaâ??Nea. I smiled at him, then it hit meâ?¦when he said it was finally nice to meet meâ?¦does that mean heâ??s been looking at me from afarâ?¦and why does everyone want to stay away from this hansom man? I guess Iâ??ll just have to find out for my self thenâ?¦ To Be Continued... *I hoped you all liked it :D Till next time...BYE*
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