PLEASE GO EASY ON ME

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.

If Michael dies what will become of his masked children? This is the old mask style. When he would just throw some shit, any old expensive rag made of rare fabrics really, over their heads and call it a day.