Horror Movie Scenarios & One Shots!

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Michael Myers:
After you and Michael made the agreement about him seeing you, you went to sleep that night; knowing he could probably slip in at any passing moment. It was extremely creepy but you let it slide, sleeping until the next morning.

You had school - so of course your annoying alarm clock began to shriek. However, you just ignored it - turning over and hugging your pillow cutely. School could wait. At least another ten minutes...right? Wrong. A gentle hand touched your shoulder and gave you a little shake, obviously trying to help you get up. It was probably Miles. Great.

"Miles I don't want to go to school today, buzz off..." You sighed sleepily, nuzzling into the warm covers and not even opening your eyes.

He kept shaking you, causing you to grumble and wake up at last. With a shocked expression you saw that it wasn't Miles, but Michael Myers himself, making you take a deep breath. You guys were cool; he wasn't going to harm you or Miles. You just had to remain calm.

"Um..morning." You awkwardly greeted as you sat up, trying to wake up properly. Michael gave a soft nod, like he was repeating the morning greeting back at you.

The alarm was still ringing subtly in the background, so you reached over and turned it off - clearing your foggy mind. School...School! You needed to get ready! You leapt out of the bed and ignored the stalker in the room as you shoved open your wardrobe, your eyes critiquing each piece of clothing.

Eventually, you picked out a black-and-white polka dot shirt with porcelain-coloured pants and black Vans. You combed your hair into a high ponytail and added a bow pendant/necklace around your neck; wanting to look presentable. You were so busy you didn't even realise Michael had silently watched you get dressed, his dark eyes trained to your hurrying figure.

Racing down the stairs, you snatched your schoolbag up and entered the kitchen, grabbing a cereal bar from the cupboard as you continued to get ready. Textbooks? Check. P.E uniform? Check. Other school utensils? Check. You glanced at the clock on the wall nervously -it was 8:42. School started at 9!

You threw your bag over your shoulder and finished your small breakfast, throwing the wrapped into the silver bin before turning to leave. Michael however had a different idea, intentionally blocking the path from the kitchen to the front door.

"Hey what are you doing-?! I have to get to school! I barely have time!" You panicked, repeatedly trying to force your way past the tall male. Michael shook his head, bringing out his notepad and thereby making you groan in frustration.

YOᑌ ᔕᗩᗯ ᗰE KIᒪᒪ ᑕYᑎTᕼIᗩ ᗩᑎᗪ TᕼᗩT ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ ᗪOᑕTOᖇ ᗩ ᖴEᗯ ᗪᗩYᔕ ᗩGO, ᗩᑎᗪ YEᔕTEᖇᗪᗩY YOᑌ ᗩᒪᗰOᔕT ᒪOᔕT YOᑌᖇ ᗷᖇOTᕼEᖇ. YOᑌ ᔕᕼOᑌᒪᗪ ᔕTᗩY ᕼOᗰE. [A/N "You saw me kill Cynthia and that stupid Doctor a few days ago, and yesterday you almost lost your brother. You should stay home."]

"Well...yeah, that may be true - but if I don't turn up for school then the authorities will check round, meaning they'll find out about you and about Miles. I have to go." You replied tensely; your heart aching when you thought about Laurie.

I ᑕᗩᑎ EᗩᔕIᒪY TᗩKE ᑕᗩᖇE Oᖴ TᕼE ᗩᑌTᕼOᖇITIEᔕ. YOᑌ ᗪOᑎ'T ᑎEEᗪ TO ᔕTᖇEᔕᔕ YOᑌᖇᔕEᒪᖴ. ᑭᒪEᗩᔕE. [A/N "I can easily take care of the authorities. You don't need to stress yourself. Please."] You shivered at the easily take care of part; knowing that he'd kill them in one quick heartbeat.