Chapter 3: Michael Jackson- Thriller

Note: This was my brother's idea. He gave me the idea to turn "Thriller" into "Chiller". I just expanded it.
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It's close to Zero,
And something cold is lurking in the dark.
Under the moonlight,
You're hit by cold that almost freezes your heart.
You try to scream, but cold takes the sound before you make it,
You start to freeze, as blizzards hit you right between the eyes.
You're paralyzed...

'Cause it's a Chiller, Chiller night,
And no one's gonna save you from the cold wave gonna strike,
You know it's a Chiller, Chiller night,
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, chiller tonight.

You feel your feet freeze,
And realize that now you can't escape it.
You feel the cold hand,
And wonder whether it'll ever be cold enough to melt it.
You close your eyes,
And hope that this is just imagination, girl.

But all the while,
You hear the blizzard raging behind you,
You're out of time,

'Cause it's a Chiller, Chiller night,
There's no more second chance against minus forty degrees,
Chiller, Chiller night,
You're fighting for you life inside a killer, chiller tonight.

Frozen winds calling,
The ice starts to walk it's masquerade,
There's no escaping,
The jaws of this biting wind,
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life...

'Cause it's this Chiller, Chiller night,
'Cause I can chill you more than any ice would ever dare to try,
Chiller, Chiller night,
So let me freeze you harder, share a
Killer, diller, thriller, chiller here tonight.

'Cause it's this Chiller, Chiller night,
Girl, I can chill you more than any ghost would ever try,
Chiller, Chiller night,
So let me freeze you hard and share a
Killer, Chiller, ow!

(I'm gonna chill you tonight)
Snow falls all over the land,
The freezing hour is close at hand,
The snow's so cold it freezes the blood,
To freeze y'all's neighborhood!

I'm gonna chill you tonight, ooh baby,
I'm gonna chill you tonight, ooh darling,
Chiller night, baby, ooh!

The frigid feeling's in the air,
The cold of minus forty thousand degrees,
And deadly snows from every tomb,
Closing in to seal your doom.

And though you fight to stay alive,
You're body starts to shiver,
For no mortal can resist
The evil of the Chiller.

 

The End

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