Welcome Home Michael Myers (Michael Myers x Black Reader Part 2)

Chapter 10

OCTOBER 31 6:37 HALLOWEEN

My daughter hasn't left her room all day, I've been sliding meals under her door. It's starting to get dark, and I can feel my heart nearly beating out of my chest. I'm so nervous- but I'm so excited! I know I'm gonna see him tonight- finally! I sat in the living room now cackling away like a witch. I've waited so long, so long- you have no idea. But tonight I'll finally be reunited with him, maybe we can go on another killing spree, like the good ole days. Then I remembered Janet, I can't let her know.

Times up Y/N! a voice said in my head. I sighed sitting up, I can't let this go on, I have to tell her tonight. But I don't know how, I don't wanna bother her right now, she's still mad at me. Then an Idea came to my head, the house.....

I can go to the house, right around 8 o' clock, maybe he'll show up- he has too. I walked upstairs getting dressed now, I put on a t shirt and some jeans, then I got my boots and a jacket. Tonight is the night, and the night is very young, but soon Michael will be in my arms again. I sat in the living room for another hour, drinking some Vodka. I wasn't feeling drunk, I was too wide awake and alert. After about another 30 minutes I glanced at my phone to see the time- it was now 8:00 on the dot. I jumped up quickly knocking the vodka bottle to the floor, it smashed and broken glass and vodka spilled all over the rug. But I didn't care, Michael was way more important- I'll clean it later. I ran out the door, and started speed walking up the street. My house isn't that far away from the Myer's home. You might think it's just a coincidence but no- I knew this day would come.

There were dozens of kids out in costumes going trick or treating, accompanied by their parents of course. I shook my head watching them all gleefully skip around in there costumes, their trick or treating buckets filled with candy. I don't understand why the hell they would be out trick treating when there's a killer on the loose- idiots. As I walked further up the streets there was no one around but me, of course no one would be stupid enough to be around the Myer's house or on the same street as it on Halloween. When I finally got to the house, I stood there in front of it, admiring it. I haven't seen it in a while, when I drive to work I always avoid going the street of it, it brings me bittersweet memories. Yes, this is where I met the love of my life Michael, but my best friends were also killed here, right on the street. I now looked at the large oak tree across the street shuddering. When my bestfriends Freddy and Jason got hit by Antony's car, their bodies flew. One of their bodies got caught in that tree- I forgot which one. I could see two crosses under it, I couldn't read what was on it and I didn't want to. I don't wanna cry or be sad right now, I'm seeing Michael tonight.

Just the thought of seeing him melted my sadness away, and I quickly forgot about my friends being murdered here. I walked up to the front door, there was caution tape in front of it, but that's not gonna stop me. I gave the rusty door handle a hard tug, but it wouldn't budge. I took a few steps back and kicked the door with all my strength with my foot. It opened and fell right of the hinges, making a loud thud. I walked inside and looked around, I could still see Stewart's blood on the wall and on the floor. I feel uneasy being in the same area where my friends were murdered. I know he killed Stewart, but I can forgive him for that, he probably didn't know he was my friend. I made my way upstairs to the same room Michael put me down in to sleep almost 16 years ago. The bed was still there, the mattress was now molded and had moss growing all over it. I got a closer look at it and saw maggots living in it. I stepped back now gagging, this place is fucking disgusting. But this is Michael's home, I'm not gonna disrespect it.

The streetlamp outside was shining into the boarded up window, I noticed something small and dark laying on the floor. At first, I thought it was maybe a knife, or a stick- it was a huge turd. And from the looks of it, it was fresh poop, I looked around the room now covering my nose, someone's here. "Whose in here? Come out right now!" I said loudly. There was no response, not one noise, it was so quiet that I could hear the trees outside rattling in the wind. Oh well, whoever left it there must've left, I made my way to the door, but before I can go out of it someone grabbed me by the shoulder. I turned around smiling, ready to hug and kiss Michael.

It was a homeless man.

I screamed and shoved him away from me, then I started running down the hall, I could hear the man following after me. All of the doors down the hall was closed or boarded shut. But there was one door that was slightly open, I kicked it open and ran inside looking for a weapon. There was nothing in here but old furniture and a wooden china cabinet in the corner. I cursed at myself, why the fuck did I come here without a weapon. I should've known that hobo's would be squatting here. I could hear the homeless man now muttering to himself, he was coming down the hall now. I had closed the door behind me, hoping he wouldn't know I was in here. The door busted open in the man came inside, he had a pocket knife in his hand, and he smelled like urine and onions. He pointed it at me muttering something I couldn't understand then charged at me. I quickly darted to the left missing him, and he crashed right into the china cabinet. I fell back and now I was in a corner, the homeless man stood back up, there was a large gash on his forehead now. He dabbed at his forehead and looked at the blood on his fingers, then he pointed the pocketknife at me again. "Now you've really done it you bitch!" He growled, he was now slowly walking towards me. I shut my eyes excepting my fate, at least now I won't have to worry about explaining shit to Janet.

But now I'll never see Michael again, I can feel the tears stinging behind my eyelids, as I waited for the pain.

I heard the homeless man yelp, and started gurgling. I opened my eyes and saw him on his knees, holding his throat which was now gushing out blood. And standing behind him was a very tall man, he was so tall the his shadow completely covered the dying homeless man. He was wearing a dirty dark jumpsuit, and his face was ghostly pale, eye sockets pitch black. I rubbed my eyes and now I could see much clearly exactly who it was.

"Michael.." I heard myself saying breathlessly.

(I am so sorry for the wait I've been resting a brainstorming, I'm beginning another fitness program tomorrow but I've gotten the hang of it so I'll have plenty of time to write and complete this book🎃🎃🔪)