Horror Movie Scenarios & One Shots!

♥After They Abduct You♥

Michael Myers:
You let him embrace you, your tear-filled eyes sparkling with tired confusion. He just killed your best friend, her parents and Dr. Loomis. How the hell were you meant to escape from him? What did he even want from you?

At least he didn't want to kill you. By the sounds of it, he just wanted to keep you close to him and this creepy house; like some sick stalker. His touch was oddly calming, his hands gentle as he stroked your back in a comforting manner.

"I...I'm tired. I want to sleep. Please." You made up an excuse so you could regain your shaken composure, wishing he would leave you alone for a bit. There was no way you could escape - this guy was like a fucking god.

Michael had taken several bullets to the body without even breaking a sweat, he killed several people and he didn't seem the least bit out of breath. Who on Earth were you dealing with here?

You jolted in shock when he scooped you up bridal-style, giving a soft nod before carrying you out of the desolate basement. Perhaps you could-...no, your body was in no form to escape right now. You needed rest and if he wasn't going to harm you, you could use that to your advantage.

He moved you into an upstairs bedroom, the room clearly belonging to a female. Probably this "Judith's" room, Laurie's-Cynthia's older sister. This whole tale was so intricate and confusing - it's like you never knew Laurie at all. Why had her older, murdering brother spared you? That was the question that kept buzzing around in your brain.

Michael set you on the slightly-dusty bed and your eyes immediately fluttered shut; too exhausted to even thank the killer for the kind gesture. Your dreams were full of the previous garish horror, causing you to get a horrible night's sleep.

When you awoke, he was standing up a few metres away...just watching you sleep. With a sharp gasp you jumped and accidentally fell off the bed from the other side, actually scared by the creepiness. You gripped the edge of the bed with two hands and peeped above, Michael still standing there. Watching. Stalking.

"Have you been watching me...sleep?"

A tiny nod confirmed this disturbing accusation.

"All night?"

Another small nod of the head was given to say yes.

"W-Why?! That is the creepiest thing a guy's ever done to me! Oh my god!" You freaked out, your fear trickling away as anger took hold.

"What is wrong with you?! First you kidnap me and now you watch me sleep? You're just a psychotic creep!" You started to rage and went as far as to try and leave the room.

You tugged at the door but it didn't matter; it was locked up right. It wouldn't budge in the slightest. Panicking, you even slammed your body against it - your attempts unsuccessful.

"Wh-What the hell...?" You stuttered defiantly, and froze when you felt two strong hands wrap around your waist.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why won't you let me leave?" You whispered in horror; not understanding why he kept trapping you.

Michael left to go fetch the notepad and biro before communicating with you again. And so began the strange contact with Michael Myers.

I'ᗰ KEEᑭIᑎG YOᑌ ᔕᗩᖴE. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE, TᖇᑌᔕT ᗰE. [A/N "I'm keeping you safe. Please, trust me."]

"Safe from what-?" You calmed down a little from confused curiosity and he scribbled out another message as fast as he could.

ᔕᗩᖴE ᖴᖇOᗰ TᕼE ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ. YOᑌ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᔕTᗩY ᕼEᖇE. ᖴOᖇEᐯEᖇ. ᗪOᑎ'T EᐯEᑎ TᖇY TO EᔕᑕᗩᑭE. [A/N "Safe from the world. You will stay here. Forever. Don't even try to escape."]