𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅, 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍 𝑴𝒚𝒆𝒓𝒔 (Michael X Reader)

𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

The TV buzzed softly in the background, barely registering as I scrolled through my phone. Then, a headline caught my eye: a murderer was on the loose-someone mimicking Michael Myers. The adrenaline surged through me at the thought. There was something undeniably sexy about the way he operated, his dark presence both terrifying and thrilling.

Michael Myers was the embodiment of obsession-a man whose relentless pursuit captivated me. That emotionless mask, that towering figure, ignited a forbidden desire. I couldn't help but envision the power he held, how he moved through the shadows with an allure that was impossible to resist.

The news reports of the chaos he was creating only fueled my fascination. The thought of him, that killer instinct paired with an intoxicating charm, sent a rush of excitement through me. It was as if he was pulling me in, blurring the lines between fear and desire, and the thrill of his obsession awakened something primal within.

I leaned back on the couch, the light from the screen casting a soft glow as I read the news. The killer's shadow was everywhere-witnesses in a panic, reports filled with fear. It was a striking image that brought chills. I found myself drawn to the danger, a mix of excitement and dread. Imagining him watching me stirred feelings I couldn't quite ignore.

I wrapped a blanket around my shoulders, feeling a shiver go down my spine. The intensity of the story was hard to shake, and I questioned whether it was wrong to be intrigued by it all. The broadcast shifted to live coverage of the latest scene, showing flashing lights and chaos that only heightened my anticipation.

"If only he would notice me," I joked to myself, but the thought lingered. The mix of thrill and fear captivated me. As I closed my eyes, my heart raced at the image of running-my pulse quickening. What if I didn't want to run, though?

This dangerous obsession stirred something inside me, urging me to break free from my routine life. I glanced back at the TV, where updates about his crimes continued to roll. Maybe it was reckless to follow this fascination, but the pull of that darkness was hard to resist, reminding me that sometimes the lines between good and bad can blur, and maybe it was okay to be drawn to the thrill of obsession.

The sudden knock on my door jolted me from my thoughts, and I chuckled softly as I turned off the TV. Checking the peephole I noticed outside stood a group of little kids, their faces bright with excitement. Dressed in colorful costumes, they clutched candy bags, eager for treats.

I opened the door, and they shouted, "Trick or treat!" in unison.

I grabbed the bowl beside the door, filled to the brim with an assortment of candy: Snickers, Milky Ways, fruity gummies, colorful jelly beans, and crunchy candy corn. I enjoyed buying candy for Halloween-it felt good to share something sweet and simple with others.

I scooped handfuls of candy into their bags, admiring their costumes as I did so. "You all have such nice costumes!" I said, and they beamed back at me, giggling.

"Thank you!" they replied cheerfully.

"Now go check out more houses!" I encouraged. They squealed in delight and ran off together, a lively bunch, their laughter trailing behind as they dashed down the path.

As I leaned against the doorframe, I noticed the street filled with kids in colorful costumes, parading from house to house. Ghosts, superheroes, and witches flitted around, their laughter echoing in the cool evening air. It was a vibrant scene, with families gathered on porches, enjoying the festive ambiance.

I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings in Lakewood. The houses are charming, lined up in a neat row, each with its own character. My home is a cozy two-story building. The downstairs has a spacious living room that opens to a modest kitchen, while upstairs holds three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I often appreciated the extra space, even if I lived alone. Sometimes, I transformed one of the bedrooms into a cozy reading nook, filled with books and soft throws.

Each day, I trudged off to my stuffy office job, surrounded by cubicles and the hum of monotonous work. It wasn't the most exciting place, but the paycheck made it worthwhile. It provided me with the comfort of my home, allowing me to fill it with little joys, like the candy bowl on Halloween.

Watching the children enjoy the evening made the long hours feel less burdensome. I leaned back, savoring the sense of community and warmth that filled the air, grateful for the little moments that made it all worth it.