Michael 's soccer team decided to spend the night in a motel out in the middle of nowhere traveling to a tournament. He has a weird vibe about the place and the owners are acting a little crazy. Michael soon finds out that the owner's son, Luke, went supposedly missing, and are paranoid that his spirit is haunting the motel. (MUKE FAN FICTION)

"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking as they rested on the table. "You have a dark spirit following you." Who knew from that day, Michael's world would get turned upside down, all by a dark spirit named Luke Hemmings.

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