- ➴ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍- 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒.

《 10. Haunted. 》

    

     Over at Smith's Grove, There's a small, dim-lit room at the end of the hallway. Within that room, there sat a huge man on a chair, his hands worked on a mask. He didn't seem to want to stop until he completed it and when he did, he slowly got up from his chair and hung his finished product on the wall, next to the various he's made over the years. All four walls are decorated with them, heck, even the ceiling had masks on it.

He sat back on his chair and stared ahead. By his desk, newspaper clippings are taped against the wall, all read about his past homicides as a youngster. He kept them there as if those murders he committed are something he should be proud of.

His eyes travel down to see two pictures his mother gave him on her last visit. One was with him and his younger sister and the other one included (Y/N) (L/N).

The masked man tilts his head to the side, a large finger reaching out and tapping the younger girl's head. He knew he was just touching an image, but he has a feeling that they will soon cross paths.

Michael Myers was sure of that. He also promised. Anywhere he went, or anywhere she might have moved on to, he promised that he was going to do everything in his power to return to her.

Everything.

Even if it meant killing those who get in his way.

He will show no sympathy.

   Michael once heard that he is going to be transfered to another facility. Sure, he might appear like he's not listening, but he actually is. He has great hearing, but there is a plan. He always planned ahead of time. Whenever the moment comes, he'll escape, he just needs to come up with a strategy.

If he is successful, then he'll go back to Haddonfield and find his sister as well as the person he can't seem to EVER forget. After that, he'll make sure to take them away.

*

" F...Fuck! " (Y/N) grunted, feeling the sweat drip down her forehead. Her eyes are wide open as she sat up on her bed. She sighed, covering her face with her hands.

Ever since she opened that shoebox, she's been having nightmares, mostly about that day she saw three bodies being wheeled out of Michael's house. Other nightmares were about her being chased down by a giant man and damn, was she terrified.

The female didn't remember his face, just specific things such as a suspenseful walk and heavy breathing.

She shivered and stood up, her knees feeling a bit weak, but after a while, (Y/N) managed to walk to the kitchen. It was dark, so her hands slide against the wall, trying to find the light switch.

" Found it. " She muttered, turning the lights on, hissing at how bright they are. Her eyes soon adjusted to the light, and she went to pour herself a cup of water. The cool drink went down her throat, making her feel awake.

" Damn. " She cussed, throwing her head back, placing the empty glass of water to the side.

Halloween was just around the corner and now whenever she thought about October 31st, she'll always have those horrible memories in her mind.

She sometimes wondered if he had to do anything with Wesley's murder. The boy had gone missing the exact same day that happened and they didn't find his body until a few days later. It came to everyone as a shock.
The school didn't stop talking about it and suspected Michael did it.

If she had the mentality she has now, then she'd obviously think it was his doing.

Wesley would often tease Michael. He went too far with bullying, that there were times Michael got enraged, scaring the crap out of her.