After Y/n's parents separate she has to move to Haddonfield with her mother and sister .
Everything seems to be going well until she learns the terrible and brutal backstory of the town and the dangers of Halloween.
Though Y/n doesn't take it too se...
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NOVEMBER 1 5AM
She tried to jump up and make a run for it but I was too quick. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back making her fall on the floor, then I flipped her over. I towered over her pointing the knife in her face. "This is for all the shit you did." I said. I stabbed her twice in the stomach, I watched as she choked on her own blood. I wasn't gonna kill her like I did Antony, I wanted her to die a slow and painful death.
As I sat and watched her suffocate, I heard something that made me stand up fast. It was a loud scream... Someone was here. I looked at Michael who hadn't move an inch since I killed Antony, he slowly walked towards the door opening it. "Wait, you forgot your knife-"
He was already out the door and down the hallway. I sighed and looked back down at Tiffany who was still choking and trying her best to breath. She should be dead when I come back... I thought. I walked out the room and down the hallway where I heard the scream, whoever they was must've found the man Michael killed. When I got to the front of the motel it was very quiet, so I walked behind the desk and almost tripped and fell over a woman's body.
She looked like she was in her 30's, don't know why she was coming to the motel by herself at this time of night- but that's none of my business. There was a telephone cord wrapped around her now purple neck, Michael must've used it to kill her. I don't know how he managed to kill her so quickly, that man was definitely a supernatural or something.
I turned around and ran straight into Michael's chest. He didn't have his mask on so his dark brown eyes were piercing into mines. I sat frozen staring back, hypnotized by his handsome face. I finally broke eye contact looking back down at the body, my face burning with embarrassment for staring. That's when I saw the phone on the ground, with 911 still dialed on it.
"She called the police Michael." I whispered at him. He didn't move or say anything, I could hear police sirens in the distance and knew they were on their way here. Before I could react Michael had already grabbed my hand and was dragging me out the door to his car. I got in without a fight and we pulled off down the road.
We were already pretty far from the motel when I looked back. I could see the red and blue lights and some people which they looked like ants now. I turned back to Michael who had his mask back on, his hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. He was definitely mad about something and I wasn't sure what, nor was I about to ask.
"Where we going." I asked without thinking, I mentally slapped myself for talking. Of course he said nothing, not like I was expecting him to talk so I don't even know why I asked. Maybe it was because of how nervous I was? I looked down at my bloody hands, I didn't want to talk to him again because he looked angry so I just wiped them on my jeans. I realized I was still holding his knife.
I could cut his throat easily and somehow get away...
But that's when I remembered what I did. It didn't matter whether I got away or not, I had murdered two people so I would most definitely be going to prison, so what was the point?
I think Michael knew that too, that's probably why he hadn't bothered to get the knife back or even lock the door..
I was stuck with him...
(Apologize it took so long, I write them in a journal then I reupload them in my notes to edit and then I upload it to here, it's a slow process but I found out the books I've written in my notebook or much better. 🎃🎃🎃🔪🔪)
