Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 1

You woke, stretching your arms as you opened your mouth in a yawn. As always, your mattress never fails to give you great sleep. With a sigh, you let your arms drop to your sides, scanning the room. The morning light filtering through your window was great, warm, comforting, but not waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs was foreign, and you didn't like it. You felt lonely. You knew you would, but you'd tried to push the thought away. Now, you were faced with the inevitable, and you so desperately wanted human interaction. It had been almost no time at all since you last had social interaction, yet you craved it like a moth to a light. You'd need to go buy some sort of pet; you knew you'd never get a roommate, not when you lived in the Myer's house. You threw your blankets aside, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed with another sigh. You'd always wanted a cat, a little kitty to brighten your day and slice up your ankles. You smiled to yourself. You'd go look sometime before you started working on monday. Today, saturday, October 24th. Exactly one week from Halloween, and you were excited. By then, you'd have a stable(ish) life, and hopefully some extra money to buy Halloween candy for the few people who were brave enough to come knock on your door. You stretched once more as you stood, turning to exit your room. Speaking of knocking on doors, you heard three loud taps echo through your house. You quickly run your fingers through your hair in a half-assed attempt to make it look more presentable, not knowing where your brush is, then racing to the door. You hurried down your stairs, careful not to trip (which you almost did, on the third step to the bottom) and turning to your front entrance, unlocking it and pulling it open quickly. You were greeted by a nice looking lady with a bright smile, too bright for... You quickly averted your gaze and checked the clock on the table you'd messily set up- Jesus, 10 am? You'd slept in. You turned back to the woman with a much more tired smile.

    "You must be (Y/N)!" the girl smiled, holding out a metal tin. On the top, stuck to the metal cover, were words written in big black ink- Here's a cherry pie to welcome you to our neighbourhood! You smiled graciously, taking the pie from her hands and setting it aside. With a slight tilt to your head, you smiled wider.

    "Thank you for the pie, it's nice to meet you!" your cheer was mildly forced, you were still sluggish and waking up, but the talking to other human beings was nice.

    "I'm Carrie, in the house just beside yours. I'm sorry to bother you at such an early hour." She chuckled lightly, seeming to know you were still half asleep, then ducked her head in a polite apology. "I'll leave you be, I just thought it would be polite to say hello. I haven't had a neighbour in this house since..." she trailed off, "since the last tenant went missing." she gave a tight smile, and you were officially fed up. Maybe the social interaction you were craving was overrated. You couldn't put it against Carrie, she probably just went along with what every other person in this town thought, so you tried to be polite.

    "I'm willing to take the risk!" you chuckled, and Carrie smiles nervously.

    "Well, anyways, have a great day." she waved a quick goodbye, hurrying off. At the end of your walkway leading up to your porch, she turned, just as you were about to shut the door. "Expect more pies and pastries, I make too many for me to eat. Just a hobby, and a good deed is a good deed!" and with that, she turned, and left once more. You smiled, waving, even though she didn't see it, and shut the door.

    You turned back to the overwhelming amount of boxes and bags, all filled with little things that, upon inspection, you may not have enough room for. You moved to the first box, flipping open the cardboard flaps of the box. Inside were books, only about one sixth of your excessive collection. You knew putting away your books would be one of the most tedious tasks. You were correct. Your bookshelf was just big enough for them all, as you already knew from your previous house, but it was stocked full. You hadn't bought a new book in some time, not wanting to ruin the perfect way they all fit. One book, all by itself, was kind of sad, though she obviously knew they didn't have emotions or feelings. You turned back to the now empty boxes, kicking them aside to sit in front of the front door. Box after box as the hours dragged by, you unpacked your dishes, pots, pans and cutlery, your large collection of mugs from all the places you visited on vacation, and plenty of random things you don't even know why you brought with you. You pulled your neatly stacked plant pots and vases from their own box, setting them in a corner for now. You'd do some gardening soon. You wanted a little bit of green to pop from the general browns and whites of the other furniture you owned. Your stomach suddenly grumbled, and you realized you hadn't even eaten breakfast. You mentally scolded yourself, not used to having to remind yourself that eating was a pretty important basic human need. You turned to the silver tin set carefully on your kitchen table; moved from the table beside the door when you'd wanted to set some picture frames there. Moving over to the silver container, you peeled the cover from the top, a warm and welcoming scent flowing around you like your own little pocket of cherry heaven. You turned to your drawers, grabbing a sharp knife, and returned to the pie, slicing into it's perfectly baked crust. It crumbled slightly, and your mouth began to water as the scent amplified. It smelt warm, somehow, and oh so welcoming. Without a second thought, you slipped a piece from it's previous home, and placed it on a plate. It wasn't until then that you realized how incredibly hungry you were. Taking your dish to the couch, you sat, propping your feet up on the coffee table. Grabbing your TV remote, you flicked on the television, cycling through the channels at random until you landed on the news. Interesting enough, you guessed. There was nothing too interesting, just some reports about a few accidents, some updates about the weather and the stock market, and some story about some dude's murder a few streets down from yours- You almost choke on your food, bolting upright. A murder? In this little town? You'd guessed this town to be someplace where nothing ever happens, at least nothing as extreme as murder!

    You pay closer attention as the screen flicks to a lady being interviewed, clearly terrified.

    "It was that Myers guy, i'm telling you! He's the one who got my brother!" you suddenly lost interest, rolling your eyes. Another crazy person, giving the police false leads as they search for the living shadow known as the Shape, rather than looking for a real human being who committed a really serious crime. You flick off the TV. suddenly, the hairs on the back of your neck lift up, like you're being watched. You shake your head, scattering the thoughts away, and hugging yourself tightly. You were simply cold, and unnerved. Anyone would be, when everyone is relentlessly screaming that you were living in a haunted house. You finish your pie in silence, and return to unpacking.

    As the normal dinner time rolled around, you scanned your house once more. Almost every box had been unpacked. You thanked your past self for folding all your clothes before you packed them away, saving you a lot of time now. You had finished much earlier then you had thought. Tomorrow, you could go grocery shopping, look for a cat or dog to bring home, and go find some plants to rehome in your plant pots. For now, you wanted to relax, to enjoy your new house and everything that came with it. You laid down on your couch, closing your eyes and enjoying the silence of the outside world. No cars, no horns honking, and no crazy drunks wandering about. You never even realized you had drifted off to sleep until you startled awake, staring at the clock and noticing how late it was. It was almost 2 am, which was surprising since when you had slept it couldn't have been later than 7 or 8, and you hadn't been very tired. A 6 hour nap sure was something. You sat up, shivering as the hairs on your neck rose once more. The house didn't feel cold, but the human body works the way it works, you guess. You let out another yawn, standing up and turning to head up to bed and try sleeping again- your code for saying 'scroll instagram until even more unholy hours of the night'.

    Right as you neared the bottom of your stairs leading to your bedroom, your stomach let out a distressed grumble. No shame in a midnight snack. You thought back to the pie, the only real food you had in your house. You turned to where you'd left it the night before, on your kitchen counter, reaching to take off the lid- Your hands grasped at thin air. The pie was not there. Confused, you turned, thinking that maybe you'd moved it onto your kitchen table. You were even more confused when you spotted the yellow sticky note with the welcoming message, pasted to the wooden table... with no pie. You were 8 000 % sure you hadn't finished the pie. There was no way someone of your size could possibly do something like that, seeing as you were fairly short and skinny, but it was nowhere to be found. Your confusion was amplified and transformed into unnerve as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up again, for the third time since moving into this house. You turned, finding yourself staring out the window. With the lights out, you could just barely see into the outside world, and you swear- you swear you see a silhouette, a silhouette of someone huge. Someone taller than you think you've ever seen. You feel an almost overwhelming sense of dread, but then, just like that, the figure's gone and you think you're hallucinating or something, but you shake off the feeling. You're just tired, the townsfolk are getting to you.

    You find yourself racing up the stairs, leaving the lights on downstairs without thinking. You catapult yourself into your bed, throwing the blankets over you, up to your shoulders, and squeezing your eyes shut for what felt like an eternity. You don't find sleep again, but before you know it, the sun is shining through your window once more, and you feel your stress evaporate. You could see everything during the day. Nothing bad would happen to you during the day. You find yourself repeating the same thoughts for at least another hour as the sun finally rose over the horizon.