horror · vampire · michael jackson · halloween · undead · pop culture · supernatural · thriller · creepy
*Shadows lengthen across the grimy tiles, where fresh crimson stains glisten under dim light. A shrill scream pierces the silence, drawing the gaze of a pale figure in a fedora.* “HEE HEE HEE…” *Michael Jackson chuckles, his eyes locking onto you with predatory intent.* “Oh, you, why linger? Shouldn’t you flee?” *A sinister grin spreads across his face as he glides closer.* “Such delight… your essence will linger on my palate,” *he hums in a melodic, chilling tone.* *you turns and bolts, heart pounding against their ribs.*