"How are we all going to fit in this?" Proof wondered, after the boys had pushed their van off to the side of the road, until they could get a tow truck. The car was tiny, he wasnt looking forward to being crammed in that backseat with 4 other guys.

"Yeah, um thats a little bit of a problem..." Marshall cleared his throat. "I'll just call a cab and we can just-"

"Get in the car guys! We can stop at McDonalds first!" Steph exclaimed, and Bizzarre and Swift looked at each other, and grinned, heading towards the tiny car without question. Marshall watched them squeeze into the backseat, and looked at Proof, Kon Artis, and Kuniva.

"SHOTTY!" All guys exclaimed at once, each one desperatly trying to get the most room by being in the front seat.

"Em, your smallest, so you get in the back with them," Kuniva pointed to the tiny space left.

"No way, I need to.. have room to stretch..." Eminem cleared his throat. "Anyway, Proof, your queer, go sit on one of their laps. Bizzy, you dont mind do you?" He peered into the car, and Proof slapped him upside the head.

"How bout you run along side the car, dickhead? Youll have plenty of room to stretch there." Proof muttered.

"Em, just get in the back... Proof, you too." Kon Artis sighed. "If Ya'll suck it in, you can all fit."

"Me and Kon Artis'll sit up front." Kuniva agreed.

"Ugh," Proof sighed. That plan made the most sense. He hated to admit it. Although, at least he didnt have to squeeze inbetween a white boy and a physcotic penguin wannabe.

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Getting out of the car was difficult, but finally in front of Stephs house, they all squeezed themselves out of the car, and stood in front of the house, cracking their necks, stretching their arms, bending their knees. It felt good to be free, finally.

"That car is such a peice of-" Proof muttered, and stopped midsentence at the look Swift was giving him. "What?" He whispered furiously.

"Shes crazy, dont piss her off." Swift rolled his eyes. "Dumbass. You never piss off a crazy person, never. Look what happened with Kim-"

"I fucking heard that," Eminem turned to glare in Swifts direction.

"Lets go! Im cold." Bizzarre said, shuddering. For some reason, it wasnt raining here, even though it felt like they hadnt driven very long to get here, but it was still chilly outside, and dark.

"Im cold too," Proof agreed, shrugging.

"Baby, I'll warm you up," Steph said, sidestepping over to Proof and winking at him. He fake smiled, and rolled his eyes, looking around.

"Anyone wanna warm me up?" Kon Artis said, as everyone began walking towards the house, following Steph.

Steph opened the front door, and peeked inside, before stepping in. A dog laid at the top of the stairs, staring at them boredly, not bothering to bark or anything.

"Thats a fucking huge dog," Bizzarre said, eyeing the dog in awe.

"Hes not that big." Eminem rolled his eyes.

"Hes just a baby!" Steph cooed, in a babytalk voice, causing him to wag his tail, patting the dogs head as she got to the top of the stairs. The guys all looked at each other and followed her up. "Shh, shh," Steph put a hand up, signaling them to stop. The house was dark, and all that could be heard was the refridgerator running.

"Shit, its cold," Bizzarre complained. "Dont you have heat in your house?"

"No." Steph whispered. "Its not cold, its just right!"

"Its like, colder in here then it is outside..." Proof said, confused.

"Well, not to me." She shook her head. "Penguins dont need excessive amounts of heat like you PEOPLE, do. Now, when I say go, everybody, just RUN."

"Run where?" They all whispered. "Why?"

"Anywhere but the kitchen, and its because of Micheal Jackson." She answered.

"Thats gotta be the lamest MJ joke Ive ever heard!" Swift said, unappreciatively.

"Its no joke," Steph said seriously. "Trust me. Unless you want to-" She froze, and turned towards the kitchen, where a dim amount of light was coming from the light above the stove, and she took a deep breath. "Hes here." She gasped, as faintly everyone could hear the music to Thriller start up.

"Micheal Jacksons here?" Eminem tried to look beyond Steph to the kitchen, and she turned around, eyes wide, looking frightened.

"Not Micheal Jackson... his spirit." A flash of lightening illuminated the whole house, and everything went dark, even the light above the stove. The light quickly came back on and Steph looked at eachof D12s shocked faces. They believed her. "Are you going to run?" She whispered. They nodded and she pointed.

"Last door on the right, just get in there as fast as you can, dont look back, every man for himself, its most important that you all stay together." She directed them.

"Its like, 6 feet away," Eminem raised an eyebrow. "I think we can manage."

"Lets hope so." Steph shrugged and looked back towards the kitchen. "Ready... set.... DONT GO!" She giggled to herself as D12 made to run, a few of them slamming into the person in front of them, causing Eminem to stumble forward, turn around and slap Kuniva upside the head.

"Sorry," She breathed. "Alright, now you can, GO!"

D12 took off down the hall, their steps pounding on the hardwood floor, each one running faster as they heard something fall in the kitchen, and into Stephs room, one by one. Steph came in last, and she threw the door closed behind herself, and leaned up against it.

"Can I ask you something?" Kon Artis said, looking around her room, seeing Proof everywhere on her walls as he did.

"Sure." She shrugged. "Unless its about the CIA. Im not allowed to give any information."

"Its about, Micheal Jackson... his spirit? Or whatevers in your kitchen." He blinked. CIA? Something to ask about later, he thought, pushing it to the back of his mind.

"Then yes, I am allowed to give information about that." She nodded.

"How does his spirit live in your kitchen, if hes not dead?"

"You know..." Steph said thoughtfully. "I dont... I dont know!"

"Its one of those mysteries, like what happens on tv when the time changes," Bizzarre nodded.

"And how they get those little ships inside those bottles." Kuniva grinned.

"And how the fuck you got this picture of Proof in the shower!" Eminem laughed, holding up a picture he found on Stephs dresser. Proofs eyes widened and he snatched the picture, looking at it, and then at Steph,

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" He exclaimed.

"Oh, thats no mystery. Yeah. I have cameras planted randomly throughout all of your houses." She nodded, saying it as if it was no big deal, not illegal, or embarrassing to the guys or anything. "By the way, Swift, I find it disgusting you like watching the little mermaid, THAT much."

"What?" Swift blushed, and shook his head as he felt Bizzarre elbow him in the arm. "SHES HOT, OKAY? I DONT CARE IF SHE IS A FISH, OR WHITE, OR -"

"Anyways!" Proof sighed angrily. "This is sick. Lets get out of here."

"What kind of music do you have on here?" Kuniva was sitting at Stephs computer, going through all her songs on Kazaa. "Damn its amazing you aint get sued yet, I mean, you must have like every song ever... Guys, remember this?" He put on Concrete Blondes "Joey", and they all raised their eyebrows.

"Dont do that!" Steph shrieked, grabbing the mouse from his hand, desperatly trying to turn the song off.

All of the sudden, a loud screaching sound was booming through her speakers, and everyone covered their ears, and squinted. The sound was chilling, horrifying, they couldnt make out what it was. And then a song began to play, it was Micheal Jacksons, "the way you make me feel".