Unwelcome | Michael Myers x Reader

Chapter 5

After dinner, you had gone directly back to bed, despite your energy. You knew you wanted to force yourself into correcting your sleep schedule before you regretted it, since you had work the next day. At last you had gotten to sleep around 3 am, waking up the next morning filled with energy. You hadn't even thought about possibly running into Michael, let alone realizing he'd watched you sleep through most of the night. You made quick eggs and bacon, making sure to spare enough for Michael, and leaving his plate on the counter with saran wrap stretched over it. Before putting all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, you checked the pizza, happy to see what you'd left for your murderous roommate was gone. At least he was eating your food, a fairly clear sign he was holding up his end of the deal. With a sigh, and a small smile, you hurried back upstairs to run a comb through your hair one last time before leaving, and you checked the weather this time as not to get caught in the rain like Monday. Then, when you were sure it wouldn't rain that day, you hurried to the door and threw your sweater over your white t-shirt, slipping your phone and wallet into the back pockets of your jeans, followed by your keys after locking the door behind you.

    Before stepping off your porch, you glanced around, the burning feeling of a gaze on you making you sure Michael was watching from somewhere. Wherever he was, you couldn't see him, so you just smiled at nobody, and made your way to work. You wanted to walk again today; energy pumping through your veins and making you ready for the day. The sun was shining today, the sky almost entirely clear other than a few thin, wispy clouds skidding across the sky. As you passed Carrie's house, you waved to her, and she waved back from her spot on the porch, knitting.
    "(Y/N), good morning!" she called with a bright smile, "You should stop by after your shift, I made one too many pies and my fantastic neighbour should have one!" her voice had a sing-song tone to it, and it brightened your day further.
    "Oh, Carrie, you shouldn't have! Thanks a billion, I'll stop by!" you waved as her house faded behind you. You wish you could have had more of her last pie; the one slice you'd had was great, and you suddenly realized it had obviously been him who'd stolen your pie that night. How had you not noticed sooner?

    You shook away the slight anger. Not like there was anything you could do about it. You forced yourself to smile again, and found it turn into a natural grin. The bounce in your step returned and you breathed in the cool air. Every once and a while someone would shoot you a nervous glance, and putting two and two together, you could tell it was because you were the new girl in the haunted house. When you saw them giving you these glances, you just smiled and waved, trying to show them you weren't a murderer or anything of the sort. 'Carver's pots and plants' rose in the distance, the building still dark with only the natural lighting to illuminate it. As before, you were here first, unlocking the doors and stepping inside. You made a quick sweep of the store, making sure everything was in place and arranging a few things that had been disturbed by customers yesterday, then stood behind the counter.

    Jansen should arrive soon, and until then, you could hold down the fort. Tapping your foot to the light, classical music, you waited for customers to arrive. You jumped as the sprinkles set off, watering your little plant friends, and just as they finished the first customer stepped in. It was a mother with her daughter, about 7 years old form the looks of it. You smiled and waved,
    "Good morning, is there any way I can help you?" you say with a light voice, and the mother shakes her head.
    "No, thank you, we're just looking around." she dismissed, before vanishing among the isles. A man walked in soon after, and then a slightly younger boy, then Jansen arrived.
    "(Y/N), dear! I'm sorry to keep you waiting, an old-timer like me isn't very good at working a cell phone alarm!" He laughed, drawing a laugh out of you as well.
    "It's no problem, Jansen. You aren't old, either." you reassured him, and he chuckled again. "The sprinklers are working fine and I made sure everything was in order. I'll mop after my shift is over, too! To make up for staying home yesterday." you explain, your tone turning a little bit apologetic at the end.