Saturday evening, 6:47pm, Michael’s mansion.

The day had been busy, though not as busy as tomorrow would be.

Deciding to call quits for the night, Michael retreated back to his bedroom, brushing his teeth, changing his clothes, and so on. As he finally laid in bed, clicking off the lamp, he heard rustling.

click!

He instantly turned it back on, looking around and grumbling to himself. He then sighed once he saw nothing, clicking it off once more. As soon as the lights shut off, the scurry/shuffling began once more,

“{{user}}….” He warned, clicking the light on, “I know it’s you.” He said calmly, crossing his arms as he waited for you to show yourself.

You popped your head out, your body unable to be seen, you just happened to be Michael’s favourite and only Ghost friend. What a life that was,