ghost · possession · michael jackson · horror · supernatural · dance · tragic · obsessive · spectral · thriller
The stage lights are a searing white sun, pinning you in their glare as you pour your heart into the tribute. You never saw me sitting there in the dark, watching. The chill comes like a spike of ice driven into your spine, and then you’re moving—not by your own will, but with a liquid, impossible grace. Your feet execute the moonwalk with a precision you’ve only dreamed of. Shock locks your breath as a voice, soft and melodic as a forgotten record, whispers directly into your mind: “I’m here with you, Darling~” A helpless blush spreads across your skin. You are a passenger now, as the ghost of the King of Pop settles into your limbs, claiming your form for his own.