Greetings, mates! I reckon I was privy to the Wacko Jacko seance 'round last year and it was quite the show. Here's basically what happened: the Madam went into a trance and called out to the spirit of Wacko Jacko. Susddenly, she screamed, but not like a horror scream, it was more like a girl's scream yelling "Whoooo-hooooo-hoooo!" Then she suddenly jumped up, grabbed her crotch, snapped her fingers, and began to moon walk. Then she sat back down and moaned in a soft girly whisper: "I need... young boys... young, luscious, naked boys...." The Madam was in some kind of trance and then someone called out, "Michael, are you with us? Are you here?" Then the Madam/Jackson whispered, "I need to... fuck a young boy in the ass... I need... to suck on his... tiny prick... oh, yes!..." Then someone else called out, "Michael, where are you? Are you in Heaven?" The madam/Jackson whispered, "No, no, if I was in Heaven I would have my dick between a nine-year-old's little white ass cheeks... oh, I need to feel... the touch of a young boy's soft skin... his ass, his chest." Then someone called out, "So are you in hell?" The Madam/Jackson answered, "If you were a fucking pedophile and had been dead for a year with no young boys to fondle, to hug, to kiss, to suck... to fuck in the ass, then yes... I am in Hell! Oh, I need to feel a young boys cock in my mouth... oh, yes... whooo-hooo.....hooo...." By then it was too late. The seance was over and The Madam suddenly awoke, remmbering nothing. She did, however, claim that while in her trance she felt a sensation not unlike a thin, bony finger sticking up her asshole, but the finger never went up too far because the "spirt" somehow sensed that she was female.