“Michael Jackson’s” Corpse

Date: 7/6/2020

I had bought “Michael Jackson’s” dead body, seeing it as some weird kind of collectible to add to my collection of toys and other cool stuff. He was wrapped up in black trash bags except his head and they were sellotaped around each part of his body, although his head looked completely normal as if he’d only died a day or two before I bought him. When I bought him I’d took him home and left him in my room at the bottom of my bed amongst all of my other toys and cool collectible stuff, he was still in the black bags and I had no intention of taking him out because I was assuming his body would be rotten and smelling horribly like death. Sometime in the future, a couple months I’m assuming; I was sitting downstairs eating dinner with my parents and my 32 year old sister Laura, and it was silence, the only noises were the sound of the cutlery clanging on the plates and people chewing their food, so quiet you could hear my dogs every time they even moved an inch. Suddenly my mother says “You left Michael Jackson in the bath tub again.” and rolled her eyes into the back of her head (I would play with all my cool toys in the bath tub and sometimes forget to take some of them back out with me which she would be bothered by a lot.) I sat there confused and feeling a horrible sickness in my stomach, over the months I had completely forgotten I had even bought MJ’s corpse and I never interacted with it or even acknowledged it was there every single day since I’d bought it. It was always just lying there on top of all my other toys, with it’s head sticking out from the black bags. I didn’t know what to say, I began sweating and suddenly I could feel like I was being watched very closely, as if someone was right behind me staring down at me intensely, the paranoia was just overwhelming. I got up dropping my plate and shocking everyone in the room. My dogs coming over and eating all my food on the ground, I said nothing.. and stood in complete shock knowing that it had to be impossible unless somebody had stolen him from my room. Quickly I rushed to my living room door, sprinted up the stairs to the bathroom and barged through the door and ran straight to the bathtub. There was MJ. He was just floating in the tub, but all of his plastic bags had been removed from his body and he was completely naked.. his body had been completely cleaned out of his guts and insides and he was exactly like an empty scarecrow, just skin with barely any decay, almost like a costume of a human being or something for you to just hop into. The bath water was also surprisingly clean. The smell was just like death itself, I was constantly coughing and hacking and coming close to throwing up my dinner. All I could think to do was put him in the trash because I had completely no use for what was left and it’d be stupid to keep the remains, so I put my hands under his soggy skin and lifted him out of the water with his fleshless head just dangling almost as if it was just some kind of mask or a pumpkin that had been completely scooped out of all its insides. The horrific smell had caused me to throw up all over the corpse multiple times before I even got outside to the trash, the vomit was shooting right up my throat and out my mouth. I arrived at the trash and just dumped him in, all the weird brown juices all over my arms. I walked back into the house almost as if nothing ever happened, not even cleaning myself up, sat back down with my family who were sitting eating their dinner also as if nothing had just happened. My sister Laura says “Apparently Michael Jackson just committed suicide today.” So who the hells corpse was I keeping in my room for all that time? Who knows. How did it get from my bedroom to the bathroom? We’ll never know. Do I love having weird dreams and writing them down on this Dream Journal app for myself and anyone else to relax and read for themselves? Bet yo ass I do 😉 Stay well 🙏🏼❤️