Are You Scared Yet?

Are You Scared Yet?

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This is a horror story dealing with two friends invading Michael Jackson privacy. I'm a Michael Jackson fan I love him to death! I wanted to try something different from what most people are writing. This was inspired by his song "Ghost". It's my first story I hope you guys read it and enjoy. Everyday I will be updating until it's complete. P.s. If you all can get my story to 1k. I will add you as a character in the second book I'm currently writing. That's if you would like to be added. So share this with your family, friends, everyone! It would mean alot to me. :) ~Thank you~ ♡ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Other books from this Author that are similar; Are You Scared Yet? Part 2 and Are You Scared Yet? Part 3
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(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved

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