My Boyfriend (Michael Jackson Lust Story)

Haunted By Who?

    One month later

Amanda's POV

This is a house in Gary Indiana. No neverland.

  Michael recently went to his brothers' house to help with their baby's room. I didn't like Michael being gone but he was helping his brothers'. That's not the only reason I don't like it when he's gone. I always feel like somebody's watching me. Everytime i walk around it feels like somebody's behind me. I always feel the presence of someone with me. I shook off the feeling and went into the kitchen to get iced tea. The same feeling of someone walking behind me is here. I look behind me to find nothing! I got a cup and poured my iced tea. I turned away from the fridge and leaned on the counter with the elbows on the counter reading a magazine. I felt the strongest presence of someone behind me. I turned around to find a floating sheet with arms waving around in the air, like what kids did when they wanted to be a ghost.

"Ah! Gosh Michael I didn't know you were here!" I ripped off the sheet and no one was under there. The sheet fell to the floor. I froze on the spot and saw a note on the fridge that read "hey darling! I'll be out a little bit later. Randy got more furniture. Anyways see you later! Xoxo - Michael" I couldn't move. I heard bangs coming from the basement and i screamed. Me being stupid enough i went to the basement door. The bangs got louder and i saw the basement door. I held my butcher knife close to me and i froze on the spot once again. The basement door read "redrum"

"What the fuck!" I said

Redrum? Murder? Redrum is murder backwords! Wait why? Redrum, hotel room 217. Thats in a haunted hotel! So why is it here?! I thought. I started running to the stairs to me and Michaels bedroom after i heard loud footsteps coming up the basement stairs. Oh how i wish he was here. I stayed on the first step of the staircase to see what happened. I must really have a death wish. The door knob opened and 2 twin girls came out. The had white dresses and blonde braids. They stood infront of the TV with their backs facing me. They each put one hand on the TV and the TV got staticky. IT WASN'T EVEN ON! I thought. Outlines of handprints came on the static. It wasn't only the twins' handprints and other handprints as well. I heard whispering. Faint whispering. They turned to me and said "Shhh! They're here!" The twins' said in unison.

"Fuck!" I said and ran upstairs. I locked myself in the bedroom. I called Michael and he answered right away. Thank the fucking Lord!

Phone call

"Hey babe!"

"Michael!! You need to get here quick! There's 2 fucking little girls in the living room and they put their hands on the TV and it got staticky and they looked at me and said 'shh they're here!' Michael please come here quick!!" I said sobbing. I heard Michaels conversation with his brothers all of them. Thank god! "Get the guns!" I heard Michael say. Michael with a gun. What a hot badass he would be. I'm in danger!! The fuck am I doing?! I heard the car radio and car engine.

"Fuck!!" I whispered and yelled at the same time.

"What's happening?!" Said Michael. I heard footsteps at the stairs. They were slow, loud footsteps. Getting gradually louder at the second.

"They're coming up the stairs! Michael hurry I up please! Help me Michael!" I said crying. I was a hot mess at this point. I mean who wouldn't be?

"I'm pulling up baby! Lock yourself in the bathroom! I'm coming Amanda! GO GO GO!" I heard car doors slamming. Thank god they're here! "YA'LL CHECK THE HOUSE! DON'T GO IN THE BASEMENT!" I heard the front door bust open.