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...
The next few days were paradise with me and Michael. After that one night I just knew I was in love with him and he was in love with me. And I didn't care what anyone would think or say, not even my mom. The last few days had been the same routine, and I loved every bit of it. I felt like a housewife in a way and it was fun, made me almost forget that I'm on the run with a serial killer, and I also killed my ex boyfriend. I would spend everyday looking through the house and cleaning, sometimes reading too. Then by the evening Michael would head out on his killing spree. I would go to sleep and get up 5 in the morning to start cooking breakfast cause that's exactly the time that he came back, he would eat and then he would go to sleep and wouldn't wake up till the afternoon and the cycle would repeat.
As much as I enjoyed this "Housewife" life it was getting pretty boring, I was curious about where was Michael going every night. I mean I know he was killing people, but where? I wanted to go to, I had the blood lust. After what I did to my ex I wanted to do it all again. I loved the rush, I loved the feeling of taking someone's life in my hand and then taking it away from them. I loved watching the life leave Antony's eyes. And I also loved the sound the knife made every time I plunged it into his guts.
Later that evening I was cleaning the kitchen as I saw Michael head upstairs, he had been outside all day doing god knows what. He came back down with his mask on and his knife in his hand, and I knew exactly where he was heading. I stood up approaching him as he was about to leave, he looked down at me not saying anything. "I want to come." I simply said.
He slowly tilted his head, then he walked back upstairs. I was worried that he wasn't going on his killing spree anymore, but then he came back downstairs with a jumpsuit similar to the one he was wearing in his hands. But this was gray and there was grease stains all over it. I think the man who use to live here was a mechanic. He tossed it at me and I caught it, I eagerly put it on grinning so widely. After I had it on I dashed to the kitchen taking the longest knife out of the knife holder. I was ready to leave but I forgot one thing...
"Wait, don't I need a mask?" I asked him
He walked away and was went to the small closet near the door, he shoveled through it then came back out holding something, he tossed it at me and I caught it. It was a vintage looking Halloween mask and it was the devil's face. Perfect....
(This is your mask)
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I put it on and we both headed out to the car, ready to begin our killing spree.
We had only been driving for 10 minutes when he finally stopped and parked his car. We were parked in the woods, but in the distance I could hear people so I knew there was a small town near by. Michael got out the car and I followed behind him. My heart was racing so fast with excitement, and I had a little bounce in my step as I walked. This is gonna be so much fun.. I thought grinning like the Cheshire cat behind my mask. We were heading in the opposite direction from where I heard all the people. We were instead walking down a hill through the woods, it was almost dark and the sky was a dark purple, and it was quiet except for the sound of our feet stepping on the dead leaves.
Michael stopped in his tracks, and I was so busy daydreaming about the killing that's about to happen that I ran straight into his back, falling to the ground. I was about to quietly swear at him, but before I could he had grabbed me by the collar of my suit and pulled me back up on my feet. As I dust my suit I walked up to see what he was looking at.
It was trailer park, some of the trailers looked so ran down, that I would've probably mistaken them as abandoned, if it wasn't for the dim lights shining through the windows. In one of the trailer's yard there was a huge truck and a confederate flag sticking out of it.
Rednecks....
I grinned as I cracked my knuckles, Oh I'm gonna enjoy this...
I followed behind Michael as he walked slowly around the trailer park. He was heading for the house with the flag. As we got close I could now hear people talking inside the house.
"Yeah, the other day they said they found Paul stabbed to death inside his own bed." A man was saying.
"Ain't no telling who did it.." I heard a women's voice say.
"Isn't it obvious Becky? It's that Michael Myers guy, from the other town. He went missing and kidnapped that negro girl." He was saying..
My smile widened as I listened to this bigot talk. Oh they're in for the surprise of their lives..
"Yeah you probably right, but don't worry; aint no negro or that Michael Myers bastard is gonna get us- ole Betsy will do the trick. Let's get to bed I'm beat." The woman said.
I could heard footsteps moving around and then the lights all went out, I guess they were now heading to their bedroom. I was definitely gonna murder them, especially that man who called me a damn negro. I was ready to sneak to the door but Michael stopped. Me, I could hear a commotion going on at the other end of the trailer...
I scrunched up my face in disgust. Yeah they were definitely fucking, I kind of felt sick thinking about how we were gonna kill them and they were gonna be naked, I don't wanna see that shit!
After about 15 more minutes it was quiet, and all I could hear was an owl hooting and Michael's breathing. He was slowly walking to the door, and I slowly crept behind him. We made it to the front porch which was ran down and had all kinds of junk cluttered on it. Michael walked up to the door and for a second I thought he was gonna knock on it. But he instead bent down and flipped their dirty welcome mat over revealing a key. I chuckled softly to myself. These motherfuckers were bigots, and they were stupid.
Michael quietly unlocked the door and crept inside, I crept in behind him. The trailer smelled like cigarettes, beer, and ass. I scrunched my face up behind the mask, it had to be strong if I was still smelling it with it on. Michael was slowly walking to the end of the trailer where their bedroom must've been. I would expect the floor to be creaking judging how raggedy that place was. But the wooden floors actually looked brand new and clean, and the were shining in the moonlight. At least they were good at something....
As we were getting closer to their bedroom I could feel my heartbeat picking up and I was starting to breath a little heavier. I was so excited for this, I wanted this.... I'd been craving this..
(Of course I left a cliffhanger- mainly because if I had continued the chapter would've been superrrr long- and I like to even them out. I hope you enjoyed ! Update coming after this so sit tight! 🎃🎃🔪😁)
