Michael Jackson Scary Novels & Stories

“But she scared the hell out of me.” For the first time all night, Jackson looked genuinely serious. “Do you mind if I send Jocelyn to check on her?” he asked carefully. “It might help smooth things over before you become public enemy number one.” I snorted softly. “Go ahead. I almost turned back like a hundred times already.” “Then why didn’t you?” I gave him a flat stare. “Because her friend Mary is terrifying.” Jackson burst out laughing. “You’re scared of a woman?” “You haven’t met this one,” I muttered.

I turned to the rearview mirror, my face wasn't scary nor was I fine, it was in-between, I wondered what happened. "Did you do something behind my back?" Mason questions move my gaze back to him. "What do you think I must have done to make my face not as scary as it was before?" "I don't know, maybe, because you started having a heart and you were worried that you killed her, remember you weren't that scared when you killed other she-wolves but she, you were worried and you didn't even kill her."

Joe does not know what to think about her. "I saw how you looked at Michael," Rebbie Jackson says, and she tries to smile. "I saw your face fall when you saw me with him. I do not want you to get the wrong idea. You know how Michael is. He hides behind a big scary face because he is scared to say the wrong thing. He stays totally quiet unless he gets super mad."

he whispered, his voice dripping with venom, "your man is going to die by my Michael hands tonight” Scarlett's heart pounded in her chest as she watched the brutal confrontation between Marco and Michael. She struggled against Swiftclaw's grip on her hair, desperately trying to break free, but his grasp was unrelenting. The sinister grin on his face only added to her terror. As the battle raged on, Scarlett knew she had to do something to stop this madness. She couldn't let Marco die at the hands of Michael, who seemed possessed by some malevolent force. She scanned the room for any possible means of intervention.

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########## Michael’s POV The moment the call disconnected, I sat there gripping my phone, staring at the blank screen like it held the answer to why my chest felt so tight. Something was going on with Scarlett. I wasn’t just guessing, I knew. The hesitation in her voice, the way she tried too hard to sound indifferent, the way she cut the call too fast. And then there was that damn power outage. I didn’t know why, but the moment she had said it, something in my mind had snapped into place. Scarlett was afraid of the dark. The thought wasn’t something I had consciously tried to remember—it was just there, lodged in my brain like an instinct. And I didn’t know why.

Michael scaremed at the man when he did not soeak. “I….I don’t know but he seemed to care about the girl.” Jake spoke stuttering like a fool. Jake was cowering in his palce in fear. He was startle dot the edge of his sanity when Michael spoke to him in his loud and high tone. There is no use in searching this place.” Michael kept the phone inside his pocket as if it was some kind of treasure. “Kim…Let’s go.” He was about to walk out the door when he stopped.

Michael is way stronger than him. “Let me go, you psycho.” He yelled, holding his knees. Michael paid no attention to him. He dragged him all the way to the gigantic parlor. “What’s the noise all about Michael?” Jackson voice floated into the room followed by the sound of his expensive shoe against the floor. Sol trembled at hearing Jackson’s voice. He tried to release himself again, but Michael gripped him. Jackson finally came into view, and Sol swallowed hard. He was trembling with fear. “You son of a bitch,” Jackson walked to him and threw him a punch. Michael released his grip on his trouser and he staggered, holding his sour cheeks glaring at Jackson. “How dare you hurt my wife?” He th

Michael's sudden aggression caught me off guard. Micheal stood up suddenly, and fear gripped my heart as he pulled off the mask, revealing a scary old face with a large scar. "M?" I muttered, my gaze unfocused. "Micheal is M, M is Micheal. Why is Micheal so old? What's..." I suddenly felt the whole room spin before I blanked out.

Then she slid her pants down. Now she was standing in her bra and panties. Her pinkish-white skin was marred with countless scars. There was a long cut around her navel. Her back was crammed with whip marks. All in all, her body was a museum of scars and bruises. “Do I need to remind you again? Get the fuck out of them,” Michael shouted at her. She hastily started unhooking her bra whereas Michael kept ogling her with lustful eyes. He stood up and paced towards her like a predator. She began to shiver out of fear. Her hands reached down to her waistline as tears started to rain down her eyes. She was scared to death and there was no escape. She slid her panties down and stood like a mannequi