Dear Michael Myers ( Michael Myers x Black Reader) (COMPLETED)

Chapter 25

He stood there for a moment then quickly slammed the door. I could hear him walking back down the stairs. I stood there shocked and confused wondering why he just busted in the bathroom like that. I mean he knew I was taking a shower, he could've knocked! Or maybe he was just making sure that I was still there and hadn't ran off or tried to escape, yeah that makes more sense. I have to keep constantly reminding myself that I'm on the run with a deranged serial killer, and we've both done some awful things. At least he's a cute serial killer... I thought to myself as I dried off. I forgot to take some clothes with me to the bathroom, so I wrapped the towel around me and walked out the bathroom.

As I made my way downstairs back to that hideous girl bedroom, I didn't see or hear Michael anywhere. Maybe he just went outside or something. I rummaged through the drawers trying to find something nice and comfortable to wear. Surprisingly, all of the clothes looked very modern and up to date. I found a Queen t-shirt, and a pair of orange pajama pants, with carrots and bunnies printed all over them. After I got dressed I looked at myself in the mirror, it fit perfectly. I studied the Queen's t-shirt, feeling sadness coming over me. Annie loved Queen, it was all she listened to and talked about. I realized how much I missed my friends, and how I'm probably never gonna see them again. I could feel the tears coming but I wiped them away. There's no reason to cry now. What's done is done.

I walked out of the room and explored around the house a bit more. As big as the house seemed it was very simple. There was a dinning room, and even a mudroom in the back. Upstairs there were two bedrooms, I was guessing that one of them were for the guests. It looked the cleanest so I guess that's where I'll be sleeping. But where will Michael be sleeping? Does that man even sleep? I mean of course he should, he is a human being after all. But if he was how did he survive all of those gunshots?

Something was just not adding up.. I could probably ask him, but he won't speaking. Speaking of, where was he? I checked all around the first floor and he wasn't there. So I went back upstairs and checked all of the rooms, "Michael!" I called, as if he would even answer me. I noticed there was a smaller corridor at the end of the hallway. I slowly walked down it, only to be met with a dead end. "Who the fuck builds their house like this?" I thought out loud to myself. As I was about to leave the corridor to go lay down, something dripped down and fell right on my forehead.

It's just water. It's just water... This is an old house Y/n... I thought to myself slowly starting to panic. I wiped whatever it was off and looked at my hand..

It was blood.

I slowly looked up, starting to tremble. There was an attic trapdoor that I never noticed. There was blood dripping from the crack around it. It was also seeping through the old thin ceiling. I sighed knowing what was about to be up there. I grabbed the string that opened the door, my hands were sweaty and shaky. I don't see why I'm so nervous, this isn't the first dead body I've seen, and it won't be the last. I gave the string a hard shake and it fell open. Before I could see the previous victim something heavy fell on me and knocked me to the ground. As I grabbed whatever it was to push it off, all I could feel was cold skin, then I knew that the body had fell on me. I quickly shoved it off and scooted away. It was the body of an elderly man, guessing from the color of his skin, which was a bit yellow, he had been up there for a long time. I could now smell that awful fucking stench of rotten flesh. Now that I opened the trapdoor the smell was all around me. I got up now covering my nose and mouth with my hand, still looking at the body.

The old man had no clothes on, just a pair of underwear and a pair of gray and black socks that looked handmade. I could see where his throat was slit and there was blood pouring out of it, all over the wooden floor. I felt some more blood dripping on my shoulder and looked up, but I wish I hadn't. There was the body of an elderly woman hanging down through the opening. Her eyes were still open, and her swollen purple tongue was sticking out. There was a hammer sticking out of the side of her head. The wound was so bad I could see her skull and bits of her brain, that's where the blood was dripping from. I slowly backed away and tripped over my own feet. I just sat there screaming. It had to be the most horrifying and disgusting thing I had ever seen, besides Jason and Freddy's death.

As I was screaming and freaking out I could hear loud foot steps sprinting up the stairs. Michael appeared through the archway of the corridor. His frame was so big it covered the hallway and all the sunlight from the windows. He was breathing so heavy, and in his right hand he was clenching his knife. I could see his eyes through the mask that he had put back on. They looked wide and crazy. I stopped screaming and stood back up, looking at the bodies in horror. Michael didn't seemed fazed at all by any of this; After all, he did kill them, and who knows how many more. We both stood there in silence, there was nothing but the sound of his heavy breathing, and the dripping coming from the blood. "Jesus fuck Michael!" I said out of the blues, I was pissed off. I had just taken a shower and now I was covered in blood and who knows what else. "I MEAN YOU COULD'VE BURIED THEM PROPERLY OR SOMETHING! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU STICK THEM UP THERE LIKE THEY'RE CHIRSTMAS DECORATIONS?!" I screamed.

I was chewing his head off, and he was doing nothing. He sat there watching and listening, he scratched his head a few times too. After I was about five minutes into cussing him out, he picked me up out of the blue and threw me over his shoulder, catching me by surprise. "PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN I'M NOT FINISH TALKING!" I screamed hitting his back with my balled up fists.

He didn't listen and walked back down the hallway, and straight into the bathroom. He plopped me down on the toilet, I was too tired to say anything. So I just sat there with my arms crossed glaring while watching him. He left the room and came back with a fresh towel and a bottle of something. He put the towel in my lap and I watched as he ran some bath water. He poured whatever was in the bottle into the tub and I realized he was running me a bubble bath.

The media made him seem like he was just this heartless sociopath with no feelings, just a killing machine. But if he was then why was he doing all of this? Why hadn't he killed me yet? He picked me up off the toilet and placed me back on my feet. Without a warning he sliced through my bloody clothes with his knife, and ripped them off. I stood there shocked (but kind of turned on) at what he just did. I was now in the bathroom, naked with Michael Myers.

(Sorry for the wait! I really hate school right now, and I'm planning on taking lesser classes. I was gonna take two this summer that I failed but I changed my mind. I need a break from the school work. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Expect more updates now that I'm on summer break!🔪🔪🎃💖)