It was muggy and couvert, ciel couvert as 28 an old michael jackson pulled up to his new civil war era mansion. The house was two stories high, made of white brick, and surrounded par a canopy of oak trees. Vines growing all around and over its coloums. "This place looks kinda creepy." Michael thought to himself as he made his way up the worn brick pathway leading to the house. When michael walked in the door made a loud creaking noise.

The inside was stunning, michael had just had it fixed up so he could déplacer it. All the hardwood flooring had been restored, a big glorious chandiller hung in the enterance way, grand staircase. Michael looked around the accueil a little before going to his car to grab the last of his things.

As michael began to make his way back outside, this feeling of uneasiness came over him. He almost felt as if he was being watched. "Hello? is anybody there?" Michael called out to the empty house. "What the hell am i doing? Talking to an empty house, jesus!" Michael a dit to himself as he walked outside to his car. As michael was taking things out of his tronc he couldnt help but look up at one of the windows on the seconde story. As he glanced at it, the curtain looked like it moved. Michael just shook it off as being a figure of his imagination.

Once Michael brought everything in, and put it up nice and neatly it was getting close to dîner time. Michael headed down to the cuisine to made dinner. As he was making dinner, he heard the tv cut on. Thinking the tv was just faulty michael walked into the living room and cut it off before going back into the cuisine to countiue making dinner. As he was about to sit down at the table, tableau and eat dîner when he suddenly began to heard loud thundering footsteps coming from upstairs.............

I hope toi guys are enjoying this so far. if toi are i will contiue écriture it but if not i wont. Just thought this would be awesome since Halloween is coming up :) Tell me what toi guys think.