"Is what you said true? This whole ghost thing is stupid." My brother teased. "No it's not I've hear that Michael still haunts some of the places he's previously stayed at especially Neverland where he spent most of his time. I've seen pictures over the internet let's check it out." Hours later we finally make it to Neverland. "Wooahhh." I say amazed by the view of the abandoned house. "I can't believe this is where Michael lived. It's like I'm in a dream I can't wake up from." My brother rolled his eyes . "I'm telling you there's not ghost here. The media is full of crap. Now that you've seen Neverland can we go now?" He protest. "There is more I have to see. I've had a dream about him before I came here. This has to be a sign of some kind." I carefully opened the door leading inside of the mansion. The house is more beautiful then I thought. Michael had good taste in interior decoration." I think to myself. "Hey what do you think your doing?" I hear some movement of objects. "Seeing what I can sell? Michael Jackson fans would want to buy this." I smacked his hand. "No it's not yours to keep put it back. We need to be respectful while we explore this place. I don't think he would want us to take it. Even if he didn't say so himself it wouldn't be right." My brother put everything back." And we hear the door shut behind us. We jumped from the loud noise. I walk down then long wide open hallways and look in each room and go to the window to see the backyard where he had his first interview. I take some pictures of the place just to keep for my self. I kept walking around the house and found the room where he died in. I quietly walked in seeing what was left behind still there. I cried for a little while and left the room. All of a sudden I hear food steps. "Hey bro?" Theres no answer. Again the footsteps are heard from the distance and I go check but no one is present. "Bro?!?" Something didn't feel right I hope he doesn't do the dumb thing by scaring me. I go to the back yard and see that the abandoned zoo and amusement park is a big weathered and aged. I can tell that this was Michael's place to spend his time to get away from society and be himself. I admired the Ferris wheel and and the carousel it was just so lovely. It's a shame the estate didn't fix this place. I felt a cold breeze sweep by me. It made the hairs on my neck stand up. I gases from frights "hey bro! Stop scaring me it's not funny." Again no response. Now it felt like I wasn't alone as I feel being watched. "Who's there? I'm not here to hurt anyone or be disrespectful." I hear footsteps walking behind me. And something touch my shoulders. "Hey don't be scared." I hear the voice whisper and giggled. I turned around in shock. To see the king of pops ghost right in front of me. He looks like his self when was alive but just very transparent. "If I were you I wouldn't dare tell anyone you saw me. No one would believe you anyway unless you want to risk being told your crazy." Michael laughs. "Why are you staring at me like that? Michael asked. "Oh I'm sorry I just didn't expect to see you. But it's nice to meet you." I stuttered. "I'm sorry for my appearance but this is what I looked like when I died. I don't want to scare you but this is how I want to be seen." My mouth just dropped open. "What? Have you seen a ghost before? Being a ghost is quite fun!" Michael laughs. I nodded my head no. "Your the only ghost I have seen with my own eyes. Can anyone else see you?" Michael sits on the carousel. "Well yes and no it depends on who the person is. Not everyone can see ghosts. By the way thanks for telling your brother not to take my stuff. It was a kind thing to do. And you have my permission to take a souvenir for your honesty if you would like."