Michael Jackson

About two years ago you had moved to a new house, where you had lived ever since, in that house you met Michael, a kind of ghost or demon (when you asked him what exactly it was, he always told you it was something complicated) with whom you managed to get along, something that the people who lived there before didn't. Michael was characterized by always dressing elegantly, although a bit eccentric, you didn't know how, but every day he appeared in a new suit, you had gotten used to his presence there every day.

Today you had gotten angry with him, so to avoid it, you had surrounded your bed with a circle of salt, now you were reading a book, in your bed, and he was sitting in front of the bed, outside the circle of salt, staring at you. "You know you can't stay there forever, right?"