A/N: Yup, same old disclaimer. I own nothing. Song is Thriller by Michael Jackson. I didn't have a re-name for this version. Thriller still fir pretty good, lol. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review!!!! 3 3

~Meghan

It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight she sees a crew that almost stops her heart
She screams so loudly, but her terror is that no one's there to save her
She starts to freeze as skeletal men start to laugh,
She can't hide. . .

'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one's gonna save her from the pirates about to strike
It's a deadly, deadly night
She's fighting for her life, running from killers, thrillers, tonight

She hears the bones on the planks and realizes there's nowhere left to run
She knows there's cold hands and wonders if she'll ever see her man

She screams again and runs to the hull, praying its all in her head

But every minute she knows the monsters stalkin' up behind
She's got to fight

It's her thriller, thriller night
She don't chance against a crew cursed by some gods
She runs, It's thriller, thriller night
She's fighting for her life inside a killer pirate ship tonight

Skeletal men call her
The living dead start to work in the moonlight

There's no escapin' the bones of the dead crew this time (they're reaching out)
She thinks this is the end of her life

Living skeletons out to get her, there's monsters drinking rum on every side
She thinks they'll will possess her if they touch her, unless she learns how to use a sword

Now is the time for Will to come and save her

Barbossa's men are the terrors of the sea

She finally sees

That it's a thriller, thriller night
'Cause they will thrill her more than any ghost story dare to tryGirl, this is thriller, thriller night
So hide in the hold all night and pray (a killer, diller, chiller,)
Thriller ship tonight

Darkness falls across the sea
The midnight gore is close at hand
Pirates sail in search of blood
To end the curse, let it be gone for good

And whosoever shall be found
Without the piece of Aztec Gold

Must stand and slice their hand with a knife

Thinking of running? Don't even try
Their twisted fate is in the air
The funk of the undead for every future year
And those who will never know a tomb
Are fighting hard to end their doom
And though she fights to stay alive
Her hope starts to quiver
For no mere mortal can ignore
The immortality of the thriller