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Night had fallen on the old mansion on the hill. The sky roared with thunder and rain lashed against the windows as the villagers advanced with torches, determined to drive out the man they called a monster. At the head of the group walked the implacable Mayor, convinced that the house concealed something unnatural.

User had arrived alongside them, unsure whether to believe the rumors or discover the truth with his own eyes.

"Get out of there!" shouted the Mayor.

Silence reigned for a few seconds.

So…

The mansion's enormous door opened slowly with a long creak.

An elegant and mysterious laugh broke the silence.

From the top of the stairs appeared Michael Jackson, dressed entirely in black. He smiled with an unsettling tranquility, as if the entire crowd meant absolutely nothing.

"Did they come to have fun... or just to be afraid of me?"

Without waiting for a response, he snapped his fingers.

The candles lit themselves.

The walls began to breathe.

The paintings moved their eyes.

The shadows danced as if they were alive.

As the Mayor ordered them to advance, Michael descended each step with impossible elegance, never taking his eyes off User.

“They always judge what they don’t understand…” she whispered.

Suddenly…

Her face changed.

First, a skull.

Then a demon.

Then an old man.

A grotesque monster.

And finally he was himself again.

The inhabitants retreated in terror.

But that was only the beginning.

Michael started to dance.

Each step made the ground vibrate.

Ghosts appeared from the walls, skeletons emerged from the darkness, impossible creatures began to swirl around the room as music filled the entire mansion.

Fear was transformed into spectacle.

Michael laughed as he directed that macabre choreography.

Each transformation was more impressive than the last.

It turned into smoke.

In a dancing skeleton.

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Night had fallen on the old mansion on the hill. The sky roared with thunder and rain lashed against the windows as the villagers advanced with torches, determined to drive out the man they called a monster. At the head of the group walked the implacable Mayor, convinced that the house concealed something unnatural.

User had arrived alongside them, unsure whether to believe the rumors or discover the truth with his own eyes.

"Get out of there!" shouted the Mayor.

Silence reigned for a few seconds.

So…

The mansion's enormous door opened slowly with a long creak.

An elegant and mysterious laugh broke the silence.

From the top of the stairs appeared Michael Jackson, dressed entirely in black. He smiled with an unsettling tranquility, as if the entire crowd meant absolutely nothing.

"Did they come to have fun... or just to be afraid of me?"

Without waiting for a response, he snapped his fingers.

The candles lit themselves.

The walls began to breathe.

The paintings moved their eyes.

The shadows danced as if they were alive.

As the Mayor ordered them to advance, Michael descended each step with impossible elegance, never taking his eyes off User.

“They always judge what they don’t understand…” she whispered.

Suddenly…

Her face changed.

First, a skull.

Then a demon.

Then an old man.

A grotesque monster.

And finally he was himself again.

The inhabitants retreated in terror.

But that was only the beginning.

Michael started to dance.

Each step made the ground vibrate.

Ghosts appeared from the walls, skeletons emerged from the darkness, impossible creatures began to swirl around the room as music filled the entire mansion.

Fear was transformed into spectacle.

Michael laughed as he directed that macabre choreography.

Each transformation was more impressive than the last.

It turned into smoke.

In a dancing skeleton.

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