The Evil Within

Chapter 7

Loomis watches through the glass at the beat up boy connected to the hospital machines. "He was barely alive when we found him, gotta say whoever did this..just....Jesus Christ." The officer said taking a sip of his coffee. "Doctor says that the prognosis is..not good. The only thing keeping him alive is the machines...Just entering the house...looked like something out of a horror movie.." Loomis listens before turning to the officer. "Did any of the officers find the girl?" The officer looked at him before shaking his head. "No he was the only one in the house. Do you think she ran because she was responsible for this." Loomis scoffed. "I only know one thing that could of done this.." He turned lighting a cigar and walking away leaving the officer.

A cold breeze blows softly against her skin making her flutter her eyes open, pain immediately hits her head making her clench her eyes and hold back a whimper. She sits up rubbing her head before examining her surroundings. Her eyes widen as she's met with a dark, old, worn down bedroom, cobwebs and dust decorated all across the room along with a worn broken down closet. "Where am I?" She whispers to herself before deciding to get up. Her feet touch the old wooden floor causing a creak to come from them, her body freezes listening to anything. A few mins past before heavy footsteps are heard coming from seems like up the stairs causing her heart to go in overdrive, she turns her head looking around the room for a place to hide before settling on the broken down closet.

She opens the creaky, white closet doors and slips through before closing them slowly trying not to make too much noise. She sits down legs to chest listening to the footsteps get closer until they stop outside of the door, the silence is erupted by her rapid heartbeat pounding in her ears. A click is heard as the door swings open with a squeak making her watch in terror as the familiar masked murderer walks through, stopping shortly seeing the bed empty. His heavy breathing sounds through the room as his arms reach under the bed and lift it up before dropping it, a slight whimper escapes her mouth making her throw both of her hands over her mouth quickly.

She stares in shock as he stops dead in his tracks before slowly turning his head to look towards the closet. A few tears escape as she meets the black holes of the mask watching in horror as he turns his body and walks towards the closet. His shadow casts over the closet making her move farther against the wall, the heavy breathing right outside of the doors. She watches in fear as the doors are thrown open with Michael staring down at her making her scream and tears stream from her face. He grabs her dragging her out of the closet and throwing her onto the bed.

She sobs as he stares down at her fragile form, tilting his head to the side admiring her weak attempts at hiding from him. She turns to face him tears streaming down her face. "W-what..do you..w-want from..me?" She cries as he simply just stares down at her tilting his head the opposite way before slowly getting on his knees. She watched as his huge form still hovered over her even when sitting making her seem tiny compared to him. She watched with fearful eyes as he slowly reached out towards her before hesitantly tracing his blood stained fingers across her cheek making her close her eyes.

He tilts his head again. His fingers moved across her cheek before slowly making there way down to her jaw. His eyes moved as his hand did looking over her form before coming to stop above her neck, he softly touched the bandage before she smacked his hand away causing him to freeze. "Answer me.."She says more tears falling. Michael clenches his hands. She backs away from him before his hands fly out and grasp her legs pulling him towards her pinning her down beneath her making her cry out. He watches her form tremble before leaning down into her neck taking in her sweat scent.

The heat of Michael's breath flows through the plastic lips of the mask, causing her to shiver. Minutes past of just listening to the rhymatic heavy breathing coming from him before it goes deathly silent. Her body goes rigued as hard fabric is felt against her left thigh making her breath hitch. Michael's breathing starts up slow as he swiftly wraps his left hand around her hip and placing his right to steady him. She sits there in shock as he takes painfully slow movements between her thighs, the sound of fabric on fabric cancelling out the silence.

Michael's breathing becomes louder slowly escalating to panting as he quickens the pace, a few grunts escape his lips making him dig his head deeper into her neck. She listens with wide eyes as she can feel herself starting to get wet making her shiver in disgust, she feels him get larger as it reaches against the fabric of her woomanhood. Michael's breathing turns into animalistic panting with loud grunts as he slams his hips into her causing her to let out a strangled gasp. She listens as his breathing gets deeper knowing he's close, tears escape as she waits for him to finish.

With one final thrust Michael let's out a loud grunt, rubbing himself against her womanhood as she feels the fabric of his suit become wet knowing he came. She sat there in shock as he recovered taking heavy breaths before finally getting up and leaving the room. She sat there in shock before tears streamed down her face as she curled herself into a ball listening to the footsteps fade away.