Halloween [✓] (Michael Myers X F!Reader)

Chapter 14

Three things.

There were just three things you could tell with absolute certainty as you stared through the narrow slats of the closet you were cowering inside of for any signs of movement.

One, one of your best friends that you've known since elementary was dead.

Two, you still hadn't found Lynda.

And three, Michael Myers was hunting for you.

Lack of vision made your other senses ten times more sensitive- every sound, smell and every sensation you could feel.

Heavy worker boots thudded on the floor, moving forward. The door to the room creaked open, and your heart made every effort to vault itself into your throat that bubbled with thick fear, like vomit.

Adrenaline muddled with terror tasted like copper on your tongue. Michael made no effort to hide himself, knowing as well as you did that there was no need to anymore.

Miraculously, you saw his body slide back into the hallway, and that was all you needed to leap out and down the stairs, directly to the front door...

That was now locked.

You glared at the door with wide eyes.

What now, what now, what now...?!

You practically tossed yourself into the direction of the kitchen, snatching the telephone up to call emergency services.

...And froze. Ice cracked in your veins, so much it felt like there was no flush left to your body. Every limb felt leaden, every intake of air laboured.

It was dead.

No dial tone, no static noise. It felt like a tightrope that had been under you had been cut at one end, a lifeline ripped away. You had never felt more despair at that moment, unable to even get the word 'no' out past the fear blocking your throat.

The only other thing you could do was going to hurt for sure, but it probably didn't come close to what Michael was going to do once he had his hands on you.

The thoughts of your parents, Annie, Tommy and Lindsey urged you on as you mustered up the willpower to smash your fist through the glass double doors, feeling shards of glass cut away at your skin as you fumbled for the lock on the outside.

*Click*

It worked and just in time too, because the feeling of dark pupils stripping you bare from the inside out constricted you once again.

Your breath came out in short, panicked spurts as you raced out of the backyard, past a series of shrubs and back onto the road.

Your right hand that you clutched with your left was aching terribly- warm, sticky blood seeping through the cracks of your fingers.

Groans as well as small whimpers slipped past your lips as you pressed on. No matter how much it hurt, you had to keep going.

Getting to the Doyle's house felt like running a marathon but you made it nonetheless, raising your bloodied fist to pound on the door, to jiggle the handle, to do anything in order to get away from your pursuer that was taking his time to cross the street.

"Tommy! Tommy! Open the door!" You grabbed a planter on the porch, stepped back and hurled it at an upstairs window. "Let me in!"

His sleepy voice came somewhat muffled from the other side. "But Lindsey said you told her not to. Lindsey said we shouldn't open the door-"

You cursed in helpless frustration, just barely ducking under the large hand that meant to pull you back by the hair, instead finding purchase on the back of your shirt and yanking you away from the door.