My baby, Micheal Jackson..

Chapter 11 👽

After what felt like eternity, Marilyn reached an old, rusty cabin. The wood looked as if it was going to fall down any second, the roof was full of leaves and junk and the the lawn? Disgusting.

Marilyn slowed her pace down and started to walk over the side of the house. She stood on top of a pile of rocks to get a quick glimpse inside, but nothing. The windows were pitch black.

All she could see was her reflection.
She sighed as she tried to look inside with every window around the house.
Same results.

"Okay. Looks like I'll have to go inside then." She mumbled to herself. Fear and deterioration was what she was feeling.
She had no idea if she would keep going or just call the cops.

Her thoughts were disrupted by a babies cry.
Marilyn stoped on her tracks as she tried to listen more closely.

"He's here!" She said as she let out a gasp.

Her desire on was made, she's going in.

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Marilyn stood in front of a rusty old wooden door with weird marks and scratches on it. She slowly turned the door knob and opened it.

The inside was a lot more creepier and ugly than the outside. It had a really bad smell that made her want to puke right there....

Which she did..

After a while, Marilyn walked slowly and carefully around the house to see where baby mike was.
"Oh come on... give me a sign or something...please?" She said.
Nothing
"Oh please dear lord... please! I gotta find him" she prayed with her hand touching each other.

Sure enough there was another cry. Although this time, it's cry sounded more in pain.

"Thank you!" She whispered in joy. With that, she ran where the noise was coming from which lead her to an old basement.

"Well this is great. A basement. Why did it have to be a basement?"
Marilyn wasn't having it, but eventually gathered the courage and walked in.
Step by step, she felt weak and nauseous.
By a distance, she could hear a voice of a woman talking and laughing to herself.

The woman looked beaten up, her hair was messy, her clothes raggedy, and her face...eww.

Marilyn crouched down and hid behind two large vases as she peeked to see her.
As she looked, she couldn't find the baby anywhere. No cries, nothing.
Instead, there was a tall, thin man with curls all messed up, tied up against the wall with no shirt on.
Marilyn saw how he was in despair and wanted to help even though she was looking for the baby.
Ideas didn't go through her mind except one.

Distraction.

She grabbed an old steel from in of the bottom shelf's and threw it as hard as she could over the basement stairs.
The noise triggered the old woman.

"Ahh, I see that she has arrived, huh?" She said as she grabbed an old cloak from the chair.
"I will be back dear, don't go anywhere" with that she laid a kiss on his cheek and laughed her way out the room. The man gave a disgusting face and put his head down in surrender.
He knew his faith and how he would never be able to do what he loves most.

He then felt hands on his wrist. It was a young woman.
"Don't worry. Ok? I'll get you out but you have to be quiet, ok?" She whispered, as one of the hands were free.
"Marilyn?" He said.
She stoped and froze.
"What?...what did you say?" Marilyn questioned. How did this man know what her name was?
She never even told him.
"Marilyn. It's me, b-" before he could finish his sentence there was a voice yelling from afar.

"Hey! What did you think your doing?!"
The old lady.
Marilyn turned around to find the old woman pointing a gun at her.
Her heart skipped a beat as she was in shock.
She placed her hands up as she and the man slowly walked their way around a steel pot that separated both them and the woman.
The woman walked towards them still holding the gun up.
"Give my Michael back!" She yelled. The house started shaking which made Marilyn scared but confused.

'Wait wait,what? Michael? Pft' she thought.
"No you bitch! Your insane! And now that your here, where is my baby?!" Marilyn yelled. Again the house shakes.

The woman just laughed, it only made Marilyn angrier but then cry.
She didn't want to think of the worse. Realization came.
"You..you killed him?! Huh?" She yelled with her voice shaken up.
The woman just laughed.
"I'm talking to you!"
Same response.
Marilyn began to cry as two pair of large arms hugged her from behind.
It was the strange man.
"Your baby is not gone" he said "he's here"
"Wait what? Really? Where?" She said.

As he was going to tell her, the woman charged at them with furious eyes.
The man quickly reacted and pulled Marilyn out of the door way and shut the door before the woman could get to them.
Marilyn went to grab a large vase from around the corner and place it in front of the door so she wouldn't get out.

"I will get you both!" The woman yelled as her voice started to sound more deeper.
"Let's get out of here" the man said as he grabbed Marilyn's wrist.
"No! I need to find by baby!" She said.
And with that she freed herself from his wrists and started to look around...

To be continued...