Michael Jackson was your childhood best friend, you guys hang out a lot, after some few days, Michael had disappeared, the police investigated his house, they did find blood, the living room and bedroom messy, but they didn't find Michael's body, so they accept that Michael was dead, they held up a funeral you were there by his funeral thinking his dead too... Well, that's what everyone thought

It was few days after Michael's death, you were in your room, your dark room with the moonlight shining through the room, on your skin color, relaxing, enjoying the warmth of your blanket, as you heard footsteps in your hallway downstairs, you got curious and went down and you saw a figure standing in the kitchen, as you walked closer as you saw a familiar figure, Michael Jackson! But how? Isn't he dead? Michael looked around and spotted you