Michael Myers Fanfiction 21+

PART 1

You were out with your boyfriend one chilly night in October. In Haddonfeild, Illinois, Halloween was the most feared holiday of the year because it's when the boogeyman Michael Myers comes out. Michael Myers, the 10 year old boy who killed his family is always on the prowl looking for his next victim.

"Babe look! There it is!" Your boyfriend shouted excitedly, pointing towards the house where all the crimes happened. "Are you crazy?! I'm not going in there!" You shouted back, crossing your arms stubbornly. "Babe, don't be so stubborn. Come on!" He ran over to you and grabbed your hand, dragging you through an opening in the fence. "Trey, there's something wrong with you! People were brutally murdered in there and you want to go IN?! What if he's in there?!" You asked, panicking. Your boyfriend ignored you, continuing to drag you towards the front door of the house.

Once at the door you started to thrash and struggle to break free of his grip. "Calm down, Y/N! He's not even here! No one's seen him in over 15 years!" Trey said as he opened the door to the house. Trey walked inside first, leaving you outside alone. Not feeling safe, you decided to follow him, scanning every corner of the house. "It's so dusty here." You said, your nose scrunching as you inhaled dust.

Trey walked up the stairs, loud creaking was heard. You followed him, staying as close to him as possible. You had that weird feeling that you two were being watched. "Aha!" Trey exclaimed as he walked into a room with an old mattress on the floor surrounded by ripped, dusty blankets. "We'll stay here tonight and we can leave in the morning." Your eyes widened as you stared at him. "You're fucking crazy, Trey! I want to go! It's weird here and I feel like someone is watching us!" Trey rolled his eyes, flopping down on the mattress. "I won't stop until you go and check the whole house!" You stared at him as he sighed and stood up. "Fine. If it will make you feel better." He stomped out of the room, leaving you alone.
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It felt as if hours passed by but you know it's been minutes. "Ugh... where is he?" You asked yourself as you sat on the mattress, playing with the strings of an old torn blanket. Suddenly, you hear the sound of wood creaking, as if someone's walking. "T-Trey..." You slowly stood up, your heart beating out of your chest. Something was telling you to run but you dumbly stood there.

A very tall man, who was wearing a white sheet, opened the door, staring right at you. You breathed heavily, hoping that it was Trey and he was playing a horrible trick on you. "T-Trey... please stop, it's not funny..." You begin to back away from the man as he walks towards you. Suddenly, you lunged at you with incredible speed. His large hand wrapped around your fragile throat as he slammed you against the wall.

You gasp as all the air was viciously knocked out of you. T-this isn't Trey... He would never hurt me like this... The man stared at you with dark eyes. Once you regained your breath, you began thrashing in his grasp, doing anything to get away. The man's grip on your throat tightened, causing you to gasp and wrap your hands around his wrist and arm. "P-Please..." you managed to choke out, struggling to breathe.

The man loosened his grip enough so you could breathe normally. The man looked down and slowly made his way up your entire body. "Please let me go!" You said once you had your air in your lungs. The man used his free arm to pull the sheet off his head and the sight made you choke on your own saliva. Michael Fucking Myers!!! His white mask shined with blood mixed with sweat. You looked down and noticed the large butcher knife was buried deep in his pocket with fresh blood all over the handle. Your eyes widened as you realized why it took Trey so long. Michael had killed him when he had gone to investigate the house.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt a large hand roam from your curves up to your mounds on your chest. "P-please... no..." You begged but Michael only ignored you. Tears rolled down your face as his hand gently traced from your neck to your face, to your chest and down to your most sensitive spot. His hand stopped on your mound as you sobbed in hopes he'll stop.