Signs Of The Past

Chapter 18 - Confronting the Past

My life was perfect and yet it changed all in matter of seconds. The warmth in the car left my body shivering, while my eyes were scanning each centimeter of it. The radio was playing a familiar tone, relaxing the aura around me and uplifting my rather gloomy mood. Loomis, who was currently driving the car, tapped with his finger on the wheel while humming with the music in sync. I sigh, turning away from that man and begin to stare out of the window. The darkness of the night left the trees in a rather dangerous spot, causing em to look threatening and not as beautiful as they are supposed to be in the daylight. The heavy wind mixed with the rain went through each single leaf, causing them to move from one side to the other. Only some land posts helped my vision to see. The storm is getting heavier. The reflection of my face stared right back at me, mirroring the terror in my eyes who didn't leave till now. Pictures of the Boogeyman cloud my head as I watched deeply into my own eyes, though it seems as if he was staring back at me. His dark orbs haunted my vision. It was as if I still felt his icy breath going down my neck. As if his hands still had a grip on me, covering my mouth not letting out a single word, suffocating me on spot. My heart was pounding against my chest as suddenly a lighting struck, showing his mask to the fullest. I held my own breath as I sunk into the seat and opened the window. The rain began to tickle my cheek, giving small kisses to calm my nerves, pulling me out of my thoughts. Just then I notice Loomis eyes on me. Sympathy radiated from them as he tilted his head slightly.

"Are you okay?", he questioned as he focused on the street yet again.

"I will be", I answered shortly, not interested into falling for his false sympathy.

"You don't seem like you are."

I sigh. "Why do you care?", I questioned as I glanced his way, scanning his facial expression for any changes and yet it didn't. He kept up the same expression, sorrow and a bit of guilt.

"I care, because to many have died by the hands of my patient. I care, because it feels like I am the one, who has done those gruesome things", he glances now my way shortly, "I care, because I know you and won't let harm coming your way."

It was silent between the both of us. I stared into the side of his face, confusion radiated from my eyes as I tilted my head at the strange psychiatrist.

"You know me?", I questioned confused and shift in my seat his way, showing my complete attention. He nods his head silently at my answer. Nothing passed his lips. So I asked again.

"How do you know me? From where?"

"Michael has been telling me a lot about you, before he fell into complete silence", he explained while checking the mirrors on each side, driving down a different path.

The name yet again seemed familiar to me, ringing some memories in the back of my mind. Loomis sees my expression change, slowly nodding his head.

"So you remember him?"

"His name seems familiar and yet I can not pinpoint why...", I explained and leaned into the seat.

"A once so carefree little boy who fell into madness and slaughter, killing a small boy in cold blood and almost killing you as well...", he continued to say. I hung on each word, taking every information in, that he could give me in this second, "If it wasn't for your brother back then, you wouldn't be sitting here dearest. Though he paid the price, didn't he? Getting the knife stabbed into his throat as he protected your small frame."

"No, you're wrong. He died in a car accident. My parents told me-", the old man cut me off before I could continue my sentence.

"They lied to you...to protect you. Make you forget."

"Make me forget about what?"

"Michael Aundrey Myers. Your childhood friend."

I froze. Now I know why he seemed so familiar. I knew him from back then. It makes sense to me now, and this time no headache surprised me. It was a relief. Though I was mad, mad at my parents that they lied about the death of my older brother. I know they said those things for specific reasons, and yet I can't help but nearly burst out in anger. A shaky sigh passed my lips.

"Why is he after me?", I questioned after a minute of complete silence.

"Revenge or obsession. I am not certain about his intentions with you. Though I do know you angered him back then. Some kind of event stuck in his head, nesting itself into his brain, which kept him awake."

I gulped at that. I couldn't tell what I did wrong to deserve such uncertain fate. I felt very uncomfortable with this situation I was put in, for something that happened years ago. I was a child back then, not knowing what I do and which consequences it might bring. Seeing what that monster did to Anthony and what he has planned for me, it made me shiver. Especially because he spared his life, yet still managed to form him into a seemingly looking corpse. I was petrified by what that man has in store for me, knowing he has fallen into deep anger because of me.

"Do not fear though, (Y/n). I assure you, that you'll be fine. Nothing will happen to you, I guarantee you that", Loomis said, calming my nerves in a heartbeat. He slowed down the car, turning another corner and approach an old gate. The car came to an hold. He pressed a button, pulling down the window and granting access to a speaker.

"Hello", an old rusty voice came through it, from the other line.

"Evening, Dr.Samuel Loomis. I'm back with the girl."

I stared at Loomis, who stared towards the gate, not giving me a single glance. The old gate slowly opened itself, taking its time. Loomis then drove through carefully, not speeding up as he did before. The gate closed itself as soon as we passed through it. I stared at it, seeing it getting smaller and smaller the further we drove the way. Consumed by the darkness and then completely fading out of my vision.

"We're here."

His sudden voice caught my attention. I glance at him before staring at the building approaching.

"Welcome to the Smith's Grove Sanitarium."