Michael Jackson Imagines~Volume 1 :)

~Danger next door~

~Y/N's Pov~

Right now it is Friday in the afternoon and I'm just about done from work. I look down at my watch and see that it is 6:00. In my head I am jumping for joy. No work for the rest of the week. Not even just the week. I have no work for a whole entire month, and I'm still being paid. Life is treating me well. I say bye to all of my friends and partners, and grab my purse and head out the door. I walk up to my car and open the door hopping in and driving off.

~Home~

It only takes me about 20 minutes to get from work and back home, so I parked my car in the drive way and got out closing the passenger door and Locking the doors with my car keys. I put my purse over my shoulder and I am about to walk inside when I spot moving objects from the corner of my eye. I look to my left and see a man that looked to be in his late 60's or 70's staring me down from the window of what looks to be like his kitchen, while eating what looks to be like boiled eggs in a zip lock bag. When the man spots me staring at him, He looks in my eyes giving me a disgusting sly smirk and a wink. I close my eyes and turn my head walking inside disgusted at the actions that had just took place not even 20 seconds ago. Trying to get my mind off of what just happened I call my friend Bryant up and wait for the rings. As soon as she picks up, I run to the window to see if the guy was still lurking near the window.

"Hey Y/N what's going on?" She asks Knowing well that it was me on the other end.

"Hey Bryant, Things aren't going so good. I'm gonna need you hear asap please." I say starting to panic as I see The old guy still staring at me eating whatever the fuck is in the crusty bag.

"Why what happened." She asks getting truly worried about me.

"I-I think I live next door to a pedophile." I say with a stutter.

"Then i'm on my way." Bryant says hanging up the phone.

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This isn't all..Part 2 will be coming up.