Conrad Murray. The same Conrad Murray who killed my father.

Paris' POV

It's kind of hard to get to far away destination on foot. There's something wrong with dad. On the way, he started flickering. He would disappear for a moment then come back. Neither him or I knew what was going on. I sure hope he doesn't have to go right now, we need him.

We got to Conrad's house in 15 minutes. The front door was locked, but I took care of that. I simply just grabbed the flower plant that was sitting on porch and threw at the door.

When we stepped inside, I could see why he smelled so bad. The inside of his house smelled like the inside of a camel. The place looked like it had been abandoned for months. The couch had orange and brown stains on it, holes all over the front and back, stuffing spilling out from different areas.

The living room was a total pigsty. Empty dorito bags and soda cans all over the tv set. The tv even had a hole in it. I didn't even think about the kitchen. I couldn't stand to look at it any longer. I went to where I thought Blanket was: the basement.

I opened the basement door to be greeted by darkness. I slowly walked down the steps, careful not to trip abd fall. I saw a dim light lighting up a majority of the room. A chair in the middle with somebody sitting in it. And a man on the far left of it. I couldn't see them because their back was facing me. I needed to get closer. So I tiptoed and hid behind a stack of boxes, my dad right behind me.

Since the man was getting something from a table he couldn't see me. But then I sneezed. He immediately snapped his back. I knew he knew that that was a girl sneeze, so he slowly walked all around the basement trying to find out where it came from. All the while, I was praying he did not find me. But my prayers were not answered because ten seconds later, he found me.

"Oh. Look who we have here. Paris Jackson and...Michael Jackson?"

' He could see him' I thought to myself.

"You can see him?" I asked aloud.

"Yes. I can. So now I get to kill you, your little brother, and your dad...again."

"You will not touch them!!" my dad said popping up.

"Who will stop me?'" he asked challeging him.

"I will."

He just laughed at my dad's comment. It was more of a gunny joke kind of laugh. So while he was laughing, I took the opportunity to punch him. I quickly ran over t Blanket and began untying him. I didn't get to finish because then I felt arms grabbing me. Knowing it was Doctor Murray, I just kicked him where I knew itwould hurt. He fell to the floor groaning in pain. I finished untying Blanket and quickly ran to the basement door to find it was being guarded by Doctor Murray.

"Let us go!!" I shouted angrily.

"Never!!" he said bitterly.

Then all of a sudden, I see dad coming towards him with a metal pipe. With one swift swing, he knocked him out cold.

"You did it dad."

"No, you did it."

Then all of a sudden he started flickering again before he disappeared completely.

"Dad? Dad? Where are you?" I looked down at Blanket who had a worried expression on his face. "He's gone."

"No!" he said in a whining tone.

"Think about it this way, he came down here to finish business, and he did it."

Blanket did nothing but sighed and walked away. I didn't blame him. I just followed him.