Trick Or Treat || Michael Myers X Reader

Chapter Twenty Five

He was alive.
Michael Myers was alive and he was in my house.
He'd been right in front of me.

My hands gently shifted against the mattress my body rested on, my palms moving to feel a mask right beside my immobile head.

I furrowed my brows, hesitating for a moment before opening my eyes, the light from the lamp overhead burning my irises.

"Hum..." I muttered, slowly tilting my head to the side so I could see what was sat beside me.

My hand crafted bunny face mask.
I carefully placed the palms of my hands against the soft mattress, pushing myself to a seated position, only to realize I was in a completely different outfit than earlier.

The wedding dress I had taken from Mrs. Olif and used on that horrid halloween night now clung to my body. The clothes I had been wearing before I passed out nowhere in sight.

I swallowed hard, finding there to be a lump in my throat.

I bit my bottom lip and looked around the room— still a mess.

"Michael..." I mumbled a small moment later, my mind returning to those shocking memories of finding him in this exact room who knows how long ago.

Had I been hallucinating?

I placed my hands over my face, hunching over and shaking my head, trying my very best to snap out of my odd state of mind.

My heart was thumping against my chest in a speedy motion, the speed enough to give me butterflies.

I waited a moment, attempting to collect myself before slowly standing up and moving away from the bed, only just then connecting the dots that I was still in Mrs. Olif's room.

I sighed shakily, wrapping my arms around my waist and stepping out of the room after finding that the bedroom door had been left cracked open. So with that, I entered the hallway and turned to the bathroom, taking note of the fact that the light was no longer on.

I thought for a moment on what to do before concluding that I should investigate the rest of the house before narrowing in on the washroom.

I eyed my bedroom door, hearing light howls of my puppy from within the room.

I hurried over, my feet pounding against the wooden floorboards whilst I threw my hand forward and took hold of the door knob, proceeding to pull it open and watch as my unnamed dog bolted out of the bedroom and back down the stairs; reminding me of what had happened just a bit before.

I stood still for a moment after reaching the head of the stairwell, my eyes studying each individual step as I considered returning to Mrs. Olif's room and laying in the bed until something happened. But what if nothing happened? What if I dressed myself up in my gown and just forgot?

I huffed, growing impatient with myself.

I placed my hand against the railing and began my way down the stairs, tilting my head and listening to the ground creak beneath my weight.

What was going on?
Was it really Michael I had seen?
Was he truly alive?
If so— how? He was shot more than three times that night, it surely should have killed him.

I chose not to question too many thoughts just yet, since I had no conclusive answers.

With that, I made my way to the bottom of the stairs and looked around, only to feel my heart jump in alarm when a loud thud came from the kitchen, along with the sound of my puppy yapping.

I hurried into the hallway, adamant on finding Michael, even if he planned on hiding again.

"Michael?" I called, growing nervous.