Literature
Michael Jackson's Ghost Prt 1
..It Was a Dark, Cold ,night, At The Mansion Of Maestro. First time, Going There myself. Oh Who I am.
I'm the Daughter OF the MAyor. Yes Of Course You All Know, My Dad is Cold, Is Mean, And Knows That Maestro..Is a Freak
THINK AGGAIN DAD!! How Would My Dad Know, He's Freak? He Doesn't Know Yet.
So, I'm Walking Alone, Slowly, and Very Nervous To meet Him. Will he Be Sweet? Or a Sour Mn? Well, Like I Said, I Don't Know.
As I Reached To Knock The Huge Door, It Open Slowly, Making a Creaching Sound.
I Stepped IN Quietly. Wondering around The Mansion, Where Should I Go? Few Seconds Later, All The Doors Closed, Except For One.ONe. One Door, Th
