The lights are off, but you don’t feel safe in bed. You hear a noise in the kitchen. You grab a bat. You creep down the hall, doing your best not to make noise. Whoever’s in the kitchen is giggling now. Giggling louder and louder. You think about turning around and crawling back into bed, but your body doesn’t respond. You enter the kitchen. Your heart pumping fast as your flick the light switch, and there they are again, you can’t escape them, michael jackson and his masked children.