Still Grace's P.O.V.

I giggled as I closed and locked our hotel room door behind me, I stood motionless, leaning against the door for a few seconds, just listening.

Complete silence.

Was that good or bad?

I sauntered in the direction of our bedroom, slowly, cautiously, for some reason I felt on edge.

The dark hallway to the bedroom seemed to stretch on for longer than usual, it was creepier, felt paranormal.

I saw the bedroom door was closed, a warm, orange haze seeping from underneath the door, a slight more comfort crept upon me as I knew safety was in there.

I gripped the golden door knob, twisting it.

Suddenly the door was yanked from my grasp, a large built creature jumped in front of me, screeching at the top of its lungs, fur and sharp white teeth were the only elements of terror I peered at before clenching my eyes shut and screaming loudly in fright, covering my eyes with my arms and banging my back against the wall.

Breathing heavily, I slowly regained composure, I took my arm away hesitantly as I heard the hysterical laughing of Michael.

Damn. He's got me back, and big time.
I looked around in panic, nothing of any harm was around, just Michael in a stupid Halloween mask, I felt so silly!

"JACKSON! ARE YOU OUT TO KILL ME?!" I yelled.

Only making him laugh harder, he had collapsed on the bed, his face burrowed into a pillow, muffling the sound of his mocking laughter.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" He howled.