Back For You - Yandere Michael Myers X Reader

Prologue

Y/n POV

I'm Y/n, a journalist. I've studied and investigated Michael Myers and his sister Laurie. I've even luckily got the chance to speak to Laurie and to my surprise we became good friends. She even told me all about her her brother and about the night he came after her, while still maintaining our friendship.

Today was Halloween so I was planning on visiting her, even staying over her house. I wanted to make sure she didn't feel alone in her day of fear.

Right now I'm at a gas station, filling my car up for the drive. Boring so far, right?

Suddenly I heard faint screaming coming from where I think the bathroom is, a man running towards the door from his car.

I ran up to him as he reached the door, wanting to help.

He looked in a panic, like he was afraid, his eyes widened as sweat dripped down the side of his face. His hand was shakily grabbing onto the handle, fear keeping him from opening it.

"Please wait, let me help?" I say in worry as I stop him at the door.

He looks up to me. It looked as if me being here was more of a tragedy than a help.

"No- just stay out of there and get help!" He yells, then rushes inside.

The door closes but I quickly grab the handle. I hesitate to look inside, thinking there's some way I could help them rather than just running away.

I sigh, taking my hand off the handle. I then ran around the building, knocking on the window to get the mans attention at the front desk. He looked to be sleeping.

"Sir please help! You need to call the police!" I screamed, though he didn't budge.

I started to bang on the glass.

"Wake the fuck up!" I yelled at him, the bang of my hands shaking the glass.

I watched as the man fell over and out of his chair, his face mangled and unrecognizable, covered in blood.

I almost fell backwards when I saw him but took a quick breath as I realized I had to try to help them as quick as I could.

I ran inside, smashing the window of his locked door and unlocking it. I then wearily reached over the dead man for the phone.

I grabbed it just to realize the line had been cut.

"Fuck!" I cursed at myself, running my fingers through my hair in stress.

My car. It has my phone and the files of Laurie and Michael; Could he really be back?

I ran out and to my car, opening the front door and rummaging through everything on my passenger seat.

I grabbed Michael and Laurie's files, finding my phone under them. I grabbed it and pressed the buttons:

Nine

One

O-

"AH-" I screamed as someone tightly grabbed my waist, pulling me out of the car.

They yanked me out, smashing my head on my backseat car door.

The pain at first was numbed as I weakly hit the man, but it slowly came back like a burst, throbbing pain spreading through my skull.

My hands went limp as the man held me, my phone dropping to the pavement.

I watched dizzily as he picked it up, tilting his head as he observed it.

I looked to his face, a white mask. That's definitely Michael Myers.

He then crushed it with his bare hands, the pieces of it dropping to the ground.