Michael Jackson Scary Novels & Stories

said Cynthia . " No ...you guys don't understand ...it's horrible ." exclaimed Jackson which was almost an cry . What's it ? Why are you scared of using the ouija borad ." asked Cynthia . " It's nothing ." stuttered Jackson . " Are you telling the truth or should i compel it out of you ." snapped Damon . " Ok fine if you guys wanna hear i'll tell you but don't blame me if you won't be able to go to pee alone at midnight ." said Jackson .

Suddenly the smile on her face disappeared and her eyes widened in horror as she watched her daughter struggling to breathe. Suddenly Miya's entire body when cold, and She felt so scared that she forgot how to breathe, and when she opened her mouth, her words deserted her as fear choked her. “Lucas!” Miya finally screamed in terror as tears rushed down her face unknown to herself. As Jackson wore his tie, he paused for a moment, heavily sigh, and thought, ‘Why would you allow that woman and her mad husband kissing scene to live in your head rent-free for a month. Ahh, just thinking about it makes me annoyed.”

"I promise, Michael. I'm scared. I have a bad feeling about Emma's disappearance. What if what I did back then gets exposed?" "You don't need to worry," Michael reassured her. "I'll protect you, no matter what." They exchanged affectionate words and hung up. I stared at Michael, the weight of Jessica's words sinking in. "Did Jessica have something to do with Scarlet's murder?" The question burned in my mind, but I couldn't voice it. Instead, I held onto my anger and fear, knowing I had to stay strong to survive this. Michael's eyes met mine, a predatory gleam in them. "You heard her. She's scared. And if you don't keep quiet, you'll give her a reason to be even more scared."

Really bad and scary as f*ck. "For f*ck's sake, Michael, you can't force me to love you, and even though I unfortunately did, we can't be together! You're my stepbrother, dammit! We have the same father! It's f*cking forbidden!" I retorted, but for f*ck's sake, why did my voice come out trembling? I couldn’t show him I was terrified as sh*t. "Oh, that. That's not a problem," Michael said, his voice suddenly dropping dangerously low as an eerie smile crossed his lips.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

I blinked my lashes in response, letting him know I was definitely certain about it. “Fine.” He mouthed, flexing his jaw one more time before turning away. “Thank you,” I said to him before turning back to Michael. His face looked petrified. He was clearly scared; there was no denying it. So I wondered where he got the audacity to even try to cross Horace in the first place. “Michael, get out of this place right now if you do not want things to get out of hand.” I threatened. He swallowed, clearly still shaken from what he thought Horace was about to do to him.

Trenton shut the door behind me and the chatters stopped. I had a way of making people cower at my sight. Of course, I was Michael Jackson, the CEO of Xenos Incorporation and a big name in the business world. Anyone who had attained the wealth I had was surely going to be feared and respected by everyone. "Is everyone I asked to be here, in this place?" Everyone nodded. "Well, I don't believe that. Trenton, ahead with the attendance sheet." I could see the fear and confusion on their faces as they pushed to their feet. I couldn't tell if it was a pretense but I sure as hell didn't trust anyone here.

Michael smiles and reply Monster that "I killed him" Monster was so scared, he was confused with a surprising face, and look straight into Michael's face and asked him, why? how? who are you? Michael asked him that which one of your questions did you want me to answer? if you don't want me to kill you also, release my friends we don't mean any harm we would leave your community in peace. Monster told him that he doesn't know any of he's friends. Monster was using style to move closer to his inner door room so that he can escaped but, Michael sense it and he brings out a gun from his pocket and shoot all the windows that was locked up inside Monsters room.

They all met up near a pawn shop. "I think your brother must have skipped town, man, " began Matt, who was in a red leather jacket with its sleeves rolled up and classic black pants that ended with loafers. His hair was also redesigned to look more wavy and glossy and had explained to the others after they'd met earlier that he was Michael Jackson. He even went on to attempt a 'moon walk' dance. It was terrible. "So, you hypnotised and things went south, " Julia added, "I still don't quite get how he's possessed by a demon! "

"You might want to hold on to that chair little one." "Shit!" I exclaim as suddenly we are moving down and of course my arms are holding the chair tightly like my life depends on it. We come to a stop with a loud thud, and while I feel like my head is going to explode any moment from now, Michael is actually stiffling a laugh. "What the hell was that!" I gasp out, I can literally feel my heart beating out of its enclosure. Forget my tough ass bitch role, Even an assassin as a point in their life when they are scared of death.