Author's Note: I wrote this story back in 2009, when I was in high school.
It was written for fun and is supposed to be silly, so please don't take it seriously.

Thriller is © Michael Jackson and Epic Records.
I do not own the lyrics.

The girl screamed in horror as the werewolf man chased her through the dark, secluded forest. I laughed and stuffed more popcorn in my mouth as my brother squirmed in his seat.

"Wow Jay, that is so not scary," I chided him as he got up from his seat. Outside the theatre, the air was cool and misty.

Lights flashed around us, the movie poster displays glowing.

"The digital effects made it look so creepy," he admitted, hugging himself while slightly shivering.

"You were scared, weren't you?" I asked, unable to keep the smile off of my face.

"Not really," he mumbled.

"Yeah, you were!"

"I really wasn't..."

"Isn't it funny when the older brother is the baby?"

"Ugh," he scoffed, walking off. Sometimes my brother can be incredibly sensitive.

I ran after him, laughing and teasing. I couldn't help it. The air turned more foggy as we skipped past the cemetery.

"It's close to midnight," Jay informed me.

"And something evil's lurking in the dark," I finished. "It's out to get youuuuuu!"

"Stop that," he complained. "Can't we just walk home in peace?"

We walked down the secluded sidewalk when suddenly we saw dark silhouettes staggering towards us. I stared in disgust as they got closer, their movements jerky and nonhuman. We would have never expected to see what was in front of us: rotting corpses wearing tattered clothing, their flesh decomposing.

Oh, it was so gross! Jay and I looked on, our mouths wide open. We were shocked with horror. They had us surrounded, there was nowhere to run.

"What...what's that on your face?!" Jay cried, backing away from me.

I touched my face and felt the flesh rotting away, turning soft and soggy. I was one of them now.

Without saying a word, I smiled. Like magic, the creatures and I began swaying to the rhythm of a familiar song...

"Cause this is thriller, thriller night, And no one's gonna save you from the beast about strike! You know it's thriller, thriller night. You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight!"

The next morning I woke up to find myself at home, lying in my bed.

"Jay, what happened?" I asked groggily. He came into my room, a strange expression on his face.

"Nothing...you probably wouldn't believe me, anyway. It was just a dream."

"Jay, you were born in 1982, right?" I asked suddenly. I had to know.

"Yeah..." he replied, staring at me suspiciously. "No wonder you're bad at math, you obviously know I'm ten years older than you. Also, why?"

"It's the Thriller year!" I shouted, throwing my pillow at him.

He caught it swiftly. "Chill, it's just a song."

Meanwhile, in his room, Jay slept soundly as a zombie peeked through his window. He woke up drenched in sweat as the sound of evil laughter filled the room.