"Whats happening?!" Kuniva shouted over the loud music.

"Hes doing it..." Steph cried, kicking the power strip under the computer, turning it off. The sudden silence seemed louder than the music had been, and everyone looked around, wondering what the fuck happened. Everyone except Steph.

"Whats going on?" Eminem raised an eyebrow. "Can we just, use your phone to get some help for our car, isnt that why we are here in the first place? I didnt come here to chill and listen to Micheal Jackson."

"Yeah..." Steph picked up the green cordless phone that she had left on her desk from earlier that day, and handed it to Eminem, who pushed the talk button and held it to his ear.

"Theres no dial tone..." He said slowly.

"Oh no... the kitchen phone must be unplugged..." Steph said, eyes wide.

"Okay, well, if its alright, Ill go plug it in," Eminem stepped towards the door and she practically threw herself in front of him.

"NO!" She exclaimed, alarmed. "If you go out there... he might... might..."

"What? I dont believe in ghosts, or whatever." He said angrily.

"Not a ghost... The person has to be dead for them to be a ghost. This is a spirit." Steph shuddered.

"Yeah... Right." Eminem blinked. "Im fuckin going out there- spirit or NOT, even if it is Micheal Jacksons real spirit, Im not afraid of him. Who do you think I am? A 12 year old boy?"

"Dont!" Steph shrieked. "Please!"

"Maybe you should listen to her," Kuniva shrugged, and Steph dropped to her knees in front of him, hands clasped in front of her.

"IM BEGGING YOU, FROM ONE PENGUIN TO- well, you..." She shook her head. "Please, dont go out there."

"Bull Shit." He snorted, and turned, grabbing the doorhandle and wrenching it open, causing the dog at the other end of the hall, to raise its head, watching as Eminem stepped down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Im not like, responsible for you guys right? Um, if he gets hurt, he cant sue me right? Since I tried to stop him?" Steph rose to her feet and looked at the 5 tall men staring at her in her bedroom.

"Uhm..." They all shrugged or looked away, except for Proof, who smirked, and followed Eminem quickly.

"PROOF!" Steph wailed, throwing herself in front of his steps. He couldnt stop quick enough, not expecting a body to be in front of him, and he tripped over her, falling flat on his face in the hallway. "I CANT LET YOU FOLLOW HIM!" She cried, as he exhaled loudly and got up, brushing his shirt off and hurrying down the hall, despite her warnings, muttering something under his breath. "This is, really fucking bad." She looked back at the rest of the members of D12."

All of a sudden, they all shuddered, upon hearing the chillin lyrics to Smooth Criminal, playing eerily from the kitchen.

"That means, hes got them..." Steph gulped. "Oh the humanity..."

"Um, yeah. So is it wrong for me to really wanna go watch whatevers happening out there?" Bizzarre spoke up from the middle of the room, and Kon Artis and Swift looked over at him.

"Not really, I kinda wanna see to," Kuniva shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess thats okay. I mean... Hes only like, a horrificly mangled spirit!" Steph rolled her eyes.

"Horrifically mangled? Really? What happened to it?" Swift looked over, interested.

"Um, hes naturally horrfically mangled, nothing HAPPENED, but come on!" Steph nodded towards the open bedroom door, and they all followed her down the hall.

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"Where the fuck is that music coming from?" Proof said, looking around, nervously, standing in the middle of Stephs kitchen. Eminem was busying himself with the phone jack in the corner, trying to get a dial tone.

"Its just her, trying to freak us out," He said, absent mindedly. "Forget it. This is some kind of big twisted, not funny joke to her."

"Isnt everything?" Proof smirked, and looked around the kitchen. Black and White cows were everywhere, magnets on the fridge, stuffed animals on a nearby china cabinet top, a calander, salt and pepper shakers, everything was black and white cows. "I thought this physco was in to penguins, not cows," He said to himself.

Eminem didnt say anything, instead continued playing with the phone. "Man, what the fuck are you doing?" He gasped as he straightened up quickly, and whipped around to look at Proof.

"What?" Proof raised both eyebrows.

"I turn my back for 5 SECONDS and you pinch my ass!" Eminem said, narrowing his eyes.

"I did not!" Proof protested, holding his hands up and looking at his friend with a look of pure disgust. "Man, I aint no fag..."

"Then who did it?" Eminem rolled his eyes. "The fucking spirit?"

All of a sudden, the lights started going on and off, and Proof looked around, backing up against the fridge, knocking some magnets over as he did. Eminem even looked nervous, and glanced at his friend.

"What the fuck is that?" Proof started to panic.

"AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHA!" Screams of laughter erupted from the next room, and Eminem looked around the corner, at the 4 remaining members of D12, and Steph, who was playing with the light switch, all laughing hysterically at the two of them.

"You stupid bitch!" Eminem sighed and shook his head.

"Man, you looked fucking freaked!" Swift clapped his hands together. "That was the shit!"

"Yeah yeah, yeah." Eminem rolled his eyes and turned around. "Your phone, theres really something wrong with it." He picked it up and didnt hear anything, so he held it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked, tentatively.

The phone started playing Billie Jean, and Eminem hung up, tossing it down on the counter. "What the fuck?"

"I told you, be careful of the spirit." Steph looked around. "Hes coming for us."

"How do you know?" Eminem smirked.

She pointed to the wall where the spirits shadow usually hung out, and they all turned to look. "I dont see anything," Proof shrugged.

"Exactly." She nodded.