MJ Imagines(+18)BASED OFF REQUESTS!

Ghosts and Boners(Dangerous Era)(18+)

(Vinny's POV)

"So is your mother picking you up on Sunday?" Michael asked me as he poured himself a small glass of whiskey. I kept my eyes on my black vase as I watched it with boredom.

"Mhm..." I said. He then put the bottle back and sat across from me at his island.

"Is there anything you want to talk about? Your mom said you were going through something or having some type of demonic phas-" I grew irritated at my mother's accusations.

"First off, I'm not going through a phase. I just like exploring new things and they have a lot of educational books for that in the library" I told him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, obviously not believing me.

"Oh so a public SCHOOL is just letting CHILDREN read about black magic and the devil?" I shrugged.

"I mean do you think Christian's just went along the earth only knowing about positivity without being aware of negativity?" He squinted and held his cup up to his lips before drinking it.

"You're definitely not like other kids..." he said.

"Because I know the reality of life" He shook his head.

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I laid on this big bed in this big lonely room as the faint sounds of moans filled it. I grew disgusted at the sounds of Michael tearing down his wife. I tried my best to drown out the sounds but I couldn't so instead I just tried to find something to do that'll distract me.

"Now where is something I could break or tear apart?" I asked myself as I wondered around the dark room. All of a sudden I tripped over a small table that caused me to fall down. After I fell I heard something that was made of glass shatter. I popped up as fast as possible. I frantically started searching my pockets for my phone. Once I got it I instantly turned on the flash, looking around for the broken object.

My heart dropped when the light landed on a few books that were covered in black glass pieces. The huge bottom part of my vase was the last thing that was stable.

"Ohhhhhh I'm in trouble...." I whimpered. I sprinted out of the room and went to Michaels door. I pounded on it until he opened it. A towel was wrapped around his waist as his straight hair hung down his shoulders. A woman was sitting up in the bed with a sheet wrapped around her boobs. She sat there happily watching tv while eating a bowl of popcorn.

My face twisted at a certain smell that came from Michael. I clenched my nose with my hand.

"Ugh, you smell like ass" I said while looking up at him.

"I just got done eating it"

"Makes sense" then the realization hit me.

"OH MICHAEL!" He lightly jumped at the sudden change in my voice. The woman also snapped her head towards the door too.

"Something happened..." I said. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Like...?"

"I broke a vase.." his eyes got kind of big.

"MY GOLDEN ONE?!" He raised his voice. The woman slowly shoved a huge handful of popcorn in her mouth as if she was watching a full blown movie.

"No dumbass, MY vase! The black one!" He shrugged.

"Welp, that's your problem not mines kid. Goodnight!" He quickly said as he began to close the door. I quickly pushed pass him. The room felt very hot.

"Michael you don't understand! That vase is VERY dangerous!" He scoffed.

"Why? Because it's black? Did you make it at school?" He mocked and giggled. So did his wife.

"No it has souls in it!" He walked up to me and slapped his hot damp hand on my cheek. My face twisted as I shuddered at the thoughts of why his hand could be so damp and where it could have been.

"Aww you're so adorable. You should be a witch for Halloween. We could really use a real prankster"

"Ouu that's a great idea!" His wife said. I was becoming very fed up with how they were making this whole thing a joke.

"THERE ARE SPIRITS WALKING AROUND IN YOUR HOUSE!" I yelled.

"Ouuu..." his wife exclaimed.

He furrowed his eyebrows.

"Who are you yelling at? You better watch your tone little girl" he said.

"IM YELLING AT YOU, YOU TALL DRUG ADDICT LOOKING-" my sentence got cut off by a strong force blasting me up into the air, slamming me against the ceiling. I fell with a loud thud and crack. I coughed as the dust of the ceiling got into my lungs. It took about a minute to gain my consciousness. His wife quickly used the sheet as a dress and made her way to see if I was ok.

I tried my best to use all my strength to lift myself up off of the ground.

"Now do you believe me dipshit?" I groaned as I rubbed the back of my head. Michael stared at the ceiling in awe as if a ghost was looking right at him.

"Call ghost busters...now." He said as he stared at the ceiling. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.