The ghost who loved Michael Jackson

The ghost who loved Michael Jackson
August 23, 2009
Eddie Middleton
Examiner.com

The most amazing paranormal event I witnessed while living in the former servant quarters of the old Lee House Victorian mansion in Memphis, Tennessee occurred in the Winter of 1998, about six months from the time I moved in. To appreciate more the circumstanes surrounding this event, it's necessary to give a little bit of the history leading up to it.

Shortly after I moved in, my apartment was broken into while I was away teaching one of my philosophy courses. I was completely cleaned out. I decided to have an alarm system installed to try to deter future assaults on my belongings. Where I lived might have been a cultural oasis of Memphis historical heritage, but it was located in an unsafe area of town just down the street from the most crime-infested neighborhood in Memphis. At night it was like I was on an island surrounded by a sea of night prowlers and crack-heads. [After living in this place for five years, I came to be much more apprehensive of the flesh and blood intruders than of the ones without physical bodies.]

About a week after my alarm system was put in, the paranormal happening alluded to above took place. I had gone to teach my night class out at the Southwest campus which was a good twenty-minute drive to the east of where I lived. When I returned about 10 PM and was just driving up to the back of my apartment, I was alarmed to notice that the lights were off in my kitchen. I always left this light on when I went out at night, especially after the burglery had occurred. I was afraid my worst fears were going to be confirmed when I entered my apartment.

I was greatly relieved to see that my door was not standing wide open as it had been in the recent break-in. I very cautiously approached it, still feeling a lot of trepidation about the lights being off in the kitchen. "Thank God" I thought to myself when I found the door was still locked and the alarm set. No one had broken in! I went in and immediately turned the kitchen light on, thinking by then that somehow I had just forgotten to leave it on. I quickly looked around to see if anything was amiss. Apparently not. But then my gaze was directed towards the stove.

There was a coffee mug sitting on top of it, right in the middle, appearing perfectly equidistant from the four burners. "What the hell!" I thought out loud. I must stress that I never left anything on top of the stove---absolutely never. My cat Gracie often would lie up there so I always made sure to keep it cleared completely off to accomodate her. I was as certain as I could possbly have been that I didn't leave the cup sitting there. For one thing it would have had to have been a deliberate action on my part to have so symetrically positioned it. And to think I would have done this knowing full well the inconvenience it would cause my cat was simply unthinkable.

And then I got a jolt that made a cold chill run over me when I saw that this was a cup I had never seen before. It was a big white coffee mug inscribed with black lettering with the following statement : "I love Michael Jackson." There was also an imprint of a red lipstick kiss under the saying. The cup was dirty and sooty on the inside. My first thought was that someone very clever was playing a practical joke on me, but this would have had to have been someone who could have managed to have entered my apartment without setting the alarm off and then been able to reset it without knowing the code. Some agent from the CIA could have pulled this stunt off, but nobody I knew. And besides who would want to go this trouble just to scare me?

Then it really hit home. It was the ghost who did it. She had literally materialised this cup on top of my stove out of thin air or teleported it from some "God knows where" location, probably from some garbage dump. I still have this artifact in my possession as a personal memento of an undeniably paranormal event. Could the ghost of Laura Goyer have been a fan of Michael Jackson? Even though the Pepsi Generation was more than a century after her time, she could still be around in her disembodied form tuning in to the Pop scene in America.