The Secrets of The Boy in Haddonfield | Corey Cunningham |

3. Quality Time

Few Days Later...

Y/N and Corey are hanging out under the bridge, leaning against the concrete wall.
It's around mid-day, the sun starting to set but not yet dark.

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Corey: "So..tell me about yourself" he says and looks at me, leaning his head up against the wall.

Y/N: "Well, I'm from Indiana..I live with my Aunt, and.." I shrugged, "I guess I don't have much to tell about myself" I laughed.

Corey smiled: "More for me to learn for myself then I guess" he smiles, then it turns into a smirk.

I couldn't resist a smile, and his smirk filled my stomach with butterflies.

Y/N: "What about you mystery man?" I laughed.

I watched as his smile faded, and he looked down at his hands.

Corey: "Well...I-I from a-a-around here" he studdered and I could see his hands start to shake.
Before he could continue talking, I took his hand and held it.

Y/N: "Hey..it's okay. I don't think either of us are ready to talk about ourselves just yet" I gave him a reasurring smile.

I saw his eye light up at me, and he nodded.

Corey: "Agreed"

     Corey walked me back up to the road, we said our goodbyes and walked our separate ways.
The bridge was only a block or so away from the house so I decided to walk.
I walked down the road, reminiscing on my time with Corey. I could tell he's different, and I really liked that about him. It made me feel like I could be myself around him..

"Hey sweetpea!" a man yelled out of his car at me. I turned and saw a man drive up to me and slowly drive as I walked. Immediately I felt uncomfortable and nauseous.

"You new around here? I'd definitely would remember a face like yours" He chuckled.

The man was older, maybe in his 50s. He was mostly bald, with a salt and pepper beard. He was gross.

Y/N: "Uh..huh.." I mumbled and walked faster ahead of the car.

"Aye! You tryin to get away from me? What'd I do wrong now?" He huffed.

Y/N: "Nothing sir..just gotta get home" I gulped and looked away from him keeping my eyes forward.

I hear his tires sqeak as he parked his car. He slammed shut his car door and I could hear his footprints coming toward me.

"Look at me you bitch!" he grabbed my hoodie and pulled me down. "You ever learn how to respect your elders!" he spit down on me and kicked me before he ran back to his car before anyone else could see and drived off.

     I lied there weeping for a moment, and tears came down my cheeks. It took me sometime to get up and get back on my way to the house..
I was used to this abuse, and it's sad it doesn't affect me anymore...

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POV Corey:

I was watching from a distance, I saw it all go down and it pained me not to intervene. I knew better not too, my face was too recognizable.

He finally drove off, and I followed behind.

The man parked in the middle of his yard.
He lived in an older trailer home, his yard was full of old and smelly trash bags.

I could feel my blood boil inside me, and it was like I didn't have control of my own body anymore..

I snuck into his house.

⚠️Gore Warning⚠️

The man was sitting in a rocky chair, watching television.
I put my mask on over my face, and I could feel my veins pop out from my arms.

I walked behind the man, and wrapped my arm around his neck.
He choked, he yelled, but to me it was all just a muffled noise.
He fought, he hit.

I let go, and the man instantly stood up to come after me. The man was weak though..
I managed to slide my knife through his throat as I listened to him gargle his own blood.

He fell onto the floor next to me, and he was dead. Yet I could feel my anger wasn't over. I just kept going.

I stabbed and sliced, and hurt the man as much as I was capable too.
By the time I was done he was unrecognizable.

Soon I realized what I'd done..
The guilt filled up in my heart and I could no longer stand.
I wrapped myself up into a ball and cried.

"What have I become.."

"What's wrong with me.."

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POV Y/N:

After showering and taking my medication, I sat down with my Aunt on the couch. She had the news playing on the TV..

News: "Garbage bag with a body inside found in the local dumpster. We believe the man could be Frank Brussel although hard to identify" as it shows a photo of Frank.

It was him..

It was the man that harassment just a couple hours ago..

I didn't know how to feel- was I the last to see this man alive?

I didn't feel guilt, but I did feel horrified..yet a sense of peace in my heart and mind.

I was curious now. What..happened? Could that has been me?

Who killed this man?

Is Micheal Myers back?

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