This is a ghost story for the collection of Stories Fiction Books. Once upon a time, there was a famous singer named Michael.
He lost his childhood because he was a child singer and had to work. When Michael grew up, he wanted to relive his missed childhood. Michael befriended children and in particular, made bosom buddies of some young adolescents.
One day, Michael was accused of a crime by the father of one of his boy pals. Michael was deeply hurt and destroyed. His very essence was mortally wounded and he never recovered. The case was settled privately. Michael tried to move on but he never fully recovered.
One day, on June 25, 2009, Michael, only 50 years old, died under mysterious circumstances. People all over the world experienced supernatural events. Michael’s image popped up all over the place. Michael was in the baby scans of a few unborn infants. Michael was in the car bonnet dust image. Michael was on the backdrop screen of Anderson Cooper’s CNN program one airing. Michael was captured on camera in his former home, out on the grounds. A different camera crew unwittingly filmed a shadowy image pacing around a room.
Critics have tried to rationalize and explain the origins of the images. The bottom line is – believe what you believe.
The man who accused Michael of molesting his young son was suddenly found dead. This accuser seemed to have died of an apparent suicide on November 5, 2009. Nobody wants to say this outright. Is this a hand from the grave? No, that hand is clean. The accuser died of his own hand. Why would a man who was capable of asking for money suddenly take his own life after getting his demands fulfilled?
The singer may have been wronged by some people. His doctor in attendance failed to attend to him in his moment of distress. The singer’s family is thinking of using for wrongful death. If a hand were to rise from the grave, don’t you think the doctor would be the next target? That may be too easy on him. The doctor is now stewing over some child support lawsuit. It may be years before he solves his own problems. The slow hand deals an omniscient game.