Just Stories That I Write

𝙳𝙱𝙳 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚋𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝙾𝙾𝙲,𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝.
𝚃𝚆: 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

The tension was thick, almost enough to be cut with a knife, as the fog was building up, making it almost hard to see. Once the fog vanished, in sight came multiple houses. Haddonfield, Illinois.

No killer in sight yet.

Head was spinning around tho, and with one glance at the arms, realization hit hard as the claw marks were visible. The mark for the killer's obsession.

Awesome. And it was even more awesome that the map was Haddonfield, aka Michael Myers' area. That bastard was annoying as hell, even more with the fact that he would have been hard to detect if it wouldn't be for his loud ass breathing.

Generators should be done fast this round, knowing Michael, he would definitely go directly for his obsession and no one else. If that guy gets set to catch someone, he will definitely go all the way just to catch them.

Starting to work on the first generator, everything was going well. Once it was done and moved to the next one, a rather loud breathing was being heard in the small distance, right at the entrance of the house the generator was in. Turning around to glance at the entrance, your eyes met with the empty eyes of Michael's white mask. Your heartbeat sped up once Michael started taking small steps towards you, chef's knife held tightly in hand. Michael's jumpsuit and knife were covered in blood, fresh one. He probably caught someone and either hooked them or straight up killed them.

You quickly stood up, leaving the generator half done, and went towards the back door to leave and get away from Michael. Very light footsteps were heard behind you as Michael was starting to catch up, you couldn't try to run away or else a trail would be left behind that the killer could see and follow. And it would be too risky to try to crawl around since it would be too slow.

But there was no way in hell you would let that masked guy get his hands on you.

Finally getting to the backdoor, you were about to walk out when suddenly got grabbed by the shoulder, getting hit in the shoulder with the handle of the knife, making you grunt in pain from the force used, as you stumbled forward a little. In the next second you were grabbed by the back of the shirt and lifted, Michael's breathing becoming louder as you were now closer to him. You huffed as you were raised in the air, your feet no longer fully on the ground, as Michael's knife was still held tightly in his hand, the blade of it pointed directly at your stomach. You tried to wriggle free, looking at Michael to see if he would try to kill you or try to get you to a hook. No other survivor was in sight at that moment, leaving you alone with the killer. Suddenly Michael yanked you over his shoulder, making his way towards a hook, as you wriggled around in his grasp, trying to get out, yet to no avail as he kept a tight grip on you. You felt him squeeze your back as if he knew damn well that you won't be able to get out of his grasp anytime soon.

You rolled your eyes, still trying to get out of his grasp as your heartbeat was fast, while he was getting closer to a hook. In the last second, when you were about to get away, he moved faster and hooked you, earning a loud yelp of pain from you as the hook penetrated your shoulder. Michael left you hanging there, watching as you bled out. After a while, the black tendrils came out and snatched you, officially killing you. All the while Michael watched you with his cold, emotionless eyes.

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