There were footsteps that creaked the floorboards. You heard the familiar breathing from behind a mask and you couldn't help but smile.

There he was; Michael. You had been taking care of him. Why he let you live was unknown but it was most likely because you respect his home and take good care of it.

Michael looked down at you through the black eyes of the mask. Of course he was staring. He always stared and never spoke, just standing, completely towering over you.