Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Twenty One

Sirens blared throughout the disturbed neighborhood. The flashing of blue and red lights reflecting off of the many cars and windows that sat attached to the walls of homes. gaining the attention of unknowing neighbors and drawing them outside.

Loomis stood near an ambulance, talking to an officer who followed one of the stretchers towards the vehicle.

Police hurried around the neighborhood, flashlights in hand.

News vans had began to pull up around the area to film, causing a bit of a ruckus.

Laurie sat on the front steps of the house, crying her heart out while a small blanket sat draped over her shoulders; a doctor cleaned the wound on her head in the process, he'd already done what he could to the teens sliced arm.

I sat completely still, seated in the grass of the front yard, a blanket tossed loosely to my side.

I stared blankly at the ambulance just ahead of me before lowering my head and staring down at my trembling hands.

Tears trickled down my face, unable to stop.

My heart was beating slowly, my breathing unsteady and weak.

I could hear people talking.
The police, the doctors and Loomis. The people standing off to the side trying to make sense of what had gone on tonight.

I shook my head slowly, fighting the urge to sob uncontrollably.

I inhaled sharply, a choked cough escaping my mouth as I raised my head to watch as a few doctors made their way towards me to examine me. I stared past them, watching all of the stretchers as they were pulled to their own ambulance.

I could only make out three stretchers from where I was, and I didn't know how many people Michael had killed since I hadn't actually seen a body. So all I could assume was that Michael was one of the bodies laid out across one of those things.

I couldn't help but to let out a pained cry and bury my face into the palms of my hands.

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Haddonfield, Illinois
November 1st, 1978

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I sighed shakily, begrudgingly getting up from the couch to shut the television off as the news channel continued to tell about the murders from the night before.

"Three victims accounted for, two survivors and two kids caught in the crossfire. All accounted for." The lady on the TV explained, running her fingers through her caramel colored hair for a moment.

"Eh- we do have some news on the suspected killer though. Michael Audrey Myers-" I quickly turned the TV off, not wanting to hear what they had to say about him.

I shook my head slowly and wrapped my arms around myself, feeling the soft fabric of my nightgown against my body that ached for food.

I hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I didn't sleep last night either.

After the crime scene was cleaned up, the news reporters had asked to interview Laurie and I. But we both denied. And since I didn't have very bad wounds, I was free to return home. The same went for Laurie, but she did have to stay behind with the doctors for a little while longer, but not overnight.