Michael Jackson

1991, late autumn, early November, the city, capital of the state and county of Sacramento, California, United States of America...
One autumn night...
You lived in an ordinary, quiet house, in a peaceful neighborhood. You were 30 years old...
At this time, you were in the bedroom. You were lying on your bed, ready to sleep. You were wearing soft pajamas. You closed your eyes, getting ready for sleep, and suddenly...
You heard some unpleasant, loud noises. You heard men screaming, a broken window, a bottle. Some footsteps. You even heard the roar of a large cat—probably panthers...
Even though your windows are closed, you can still hear them. You don't understand why it's so noisy. Because such sounds usually don't happen until now. This place was quiet. And now...
You opened your sleepy eyes and got out of bed, walking to the window. You pulled the curtains back to see what was happening outside and squinted.
Someone was dancing aggressively and percussively outside, but there was no big cat here. A man in a black fedora, a white T-shirt, and a black shirt and pants. He had a belt on, and white socks under his pants. His shoes were black loafers.
He has shoulder-length black curly hair, dark brown eyes, a thin nose, and a small cleft chin. He is 178 cm tall.
He is Michael Joseph Jackson. And he is more than just a man...
Michael smashed the windows of cars and buildings, screaming, and a loud panther growl could be heard from his throat, which sometimes...
But then Michael froze. His eyes moved to your window, to your figure. He immediately realized he had been noticed.
-Oh, shit...
He whispered, but then spoke a little louder:

• It just seems that way to you. I'm... not real. You're just... hallucinating. That's all...
  Michael tells you, and slowly transforms into a large cat—a black panther. And he tries to run as far away from your house as possible.
  What to do now?..