Michael Jackson Scary Novels & Stories

His soft hands held no warmth at all. As if he had found a safe harbor, Jackson leaned against Madeline’s chest and held her tightly. “Jack, tell me, why are you here all alone?” she asked softly. “There are so many people out there. I hate it…” Jackson’s childish voice was trembling as he spoke. “It’s dark and I’m scared…” Madeline was shocked when she heard his reply. This child was scared of crowded places and he was also afraid of the dark. He got so scared that he even secluded himself in a corner. Why?

She thought Justin must dislike Catherine to offer her such and it made her happy. “You should avoid him at all costs, he’s a very dangerous man. Inside the school he’s not very scary but outside, he’s the scariest man ever…I’m concerned about you, don’t have anything to do with him because it wouldn’t end well, I’ve heard stories… It never ends well for girls who are beside him and considering yourself, it’d be best to face your book squarely” Diana warned and Catherine nodded, agreeing with her. She knew Diana was saying the truth because she could tell herself that Justin was a ruthless and terrifying man who instilled fear in people.

*** Jesse I noticed Michael coming back down the hall and nodded towards him. “She okay?” “She is going to be. No thanks to the bullshit you pulled out there.” I shrugged. “I know it wasn’t a good decision, but that is why Lia was able to talk me down. If I didn’t want to let myself get talked down by her, then I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be, Michael.” “Yes, but usually it's I am the scariest person they have ever met.” He huffed. “I don’t find you to be very scary, to be honest. But that might just be me.”

I replied, giving Nelsom a side eye. He folded his arms across his chest, a small smile at the corner of his mouth. "Or he's probably scared" I rotated my face to him "Scared?" I shook my head "That doesn't even makes sense" Harry Michaelson is not scared of anyone or anything, a lap dance from me does not even mean anything to him, I'm sure of that. "Harry is not scared, Nels" I murmured, suddenly aware of my heart beating so loud and hard in my chest. It signifies my fear. I was the one scared but I'm not about to tell that to anyone.

“Still, it shouldn’t have happened. None of it should have happened. If I wasn’t… whatever I am… they wouldn’t be afraid of me. They wouldn’t look at me like I’m a monster.” Michael’s jaw tightened. “You are not a monster.” His voice was firm — steady — but I couldn’t believe him. Not when I saw the fear in those people’s eyes. “I am,” I whispered. “I felt it — the power — and it wasn’t… it wasn’t normal. I didn’t even know I was doing it.” “Jessica,” Michael said, his voice lower now, “you are more than what they fear. You’re more than what they think you are. And I swear — I will never be afraid of you.”

I knew Michael was ready to explode, and I didn't want to witness anymore of his wrath. Michael hurried me to large garage doors, lifting the panels with a shriek that made me shiver more. Every movement, every sound was terrifying. I just wanted to go home. "I said I won't kill you. Stop shaking." Michael ordered me. I was honestly thankful he was here, and a part of me knew he wouldn't let me die, but I was still scared. I couldn't just switch it off like he did. "I'm trying. It's not that easy to be fearless." My voice cracked as I spoke.

" Taaaaah" "Haaaaaaaa", Jackson screamed shaking fearfully like he would die any moment thinking he has been caught only to see Annabella rolling on the ground laughing her ass out like she wasn't concerned about his safety. " You!!", he fumed, "Stop looking at me that way, were you able to scare your rival with those huge eyes of yours", she mocked. "Oh come on, it not funny", he said holding his chest in fear. "Now you believe when I say you're afraid of those guys?",

Relief floods through me, the thought that it was another one of her almost psychic dreams made me ready to pack and go hide her. “Daddy.” I turn, and MJ is standing there looking scared, no doubt Alena’s screams woke him. “Jackson get him settled, I will be fine Marcus can sit with me.” Jackson walks out with MJ, sitting next to Alena she is shaking, and my arms wrap around her, I hear Jackson on the monitors, and Alena becomes heavier falling asleep. “No, mummy is fine, she had a bad dream just like you do, only mummy's dreams make her scream like a crazy woman.” Jackson laughs, and I can see him tickling MJ, trying to ease his worries.

I laughed a little louder regretting it the very next moment. "Ahhh!!" Michael shouted horrifically and started jumping on the couch really crazily. "What happened Michael?" Kate asked worried. "Who screamed?" Michael snarled. "I laughed. Sorry!" I said biting my bottom lip. "Oh my God! Actually I was sleeping and I thought we were watching a horror movie. And I assumed that the nun screamed." Michael said rubbing his chest. "Don't dare call her that!" Luis protested. "I didn't say that to Jessy. I was sleeping." Michael groaned.

I yelled at Michael who was still standing looking at me weirdly. My chest heaved up and down I was scared of what was happening. Michael looked like he was seeing a ghost, and I swear I felt like my height was growing. I was scared of myself too, I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or it was real. He stood up ready to pounce at me, I on the other hand was busy imagining things although I took his right hand that was making its way to my face easily like I anticipated his move and crushed it with my own hand that looked bigger than his like a wet sponge. ‘Enough!’ a voice yelled making me cringe.