res·o·nate
/ˈreznˌāt/
evoke or suggest images, memories, and emotions.
"the words resonate with so many different meanings"
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You woken up, you sit up as you looked around to find yourself in a cornfield? You get up, walking around, you couldn't help but wonder where were you. Was this a vivid dream? Or a nightmare? You hear a scream not to far from you, you back up slowly, only to bump into someone. Startling yourself, you turn around, he had shabby hair, a green coat and he carried a tool box. "You must be new around here? It's rather odd that you didn't show up at the campfire, anyway the name is Jake." Jake greets himself, "follow me, we need to do generators," you nod, following behind him. "Um... Where are we anyway?" You quietly asked, you heard a scream from a far, "we are somewhere far from reality and we are just living in a nightmare."
"Who was that?" You we're asking about the scream from afar, "there's a killer, their objective is to sacrifice and kill every survivor, we are suppose to survive each trial, by doing generators and try to survive, escaping from the killer." Jake explains, you still felt oblivious to his explanations as you got on the generator. "Am I asleep?" You ask yourself pinching yourself, "what?" Jake says, "nothing... just talking to myself," you say, rubbing the spot you pinched yourself, it didn't look like you had trouble fixing this generator. Your mother was a mechanic and taught you most of the basics.
Most part you couldn't help but curiously wonder how you got here, it didn't feel like a dream... Jake gets up, you watched him with a raised brow, you still worked at the generator confused, "wait what?" You get up from working on the generator as you watched Jake run away.
You felt a presence from behind you, the hair on the back of your neck stood up. "Oh for fuck sakes," you were fucked for sure, you slowly turn around as you see a tall figure, 6'8, white amask and navy blue jumpsuit. You took a few steps back, as you miss a step as you stumble back into the generator. "Oh dear Lord," you still kept staring back at him as he did the same. It was Michael Myers, the man who who went on the biggest killing spree in Haddon Field, Illinois, was standing right in front of you, he grunts as he walks into past you to follow Jake. You exhale in relief, ''he didn't try to kill me?' Really confused as you worked back on the generator as you hear Jake scream from afar. You shudder, feeling bad, it should of been you instead of Jake, the generator pops, as Jake screams, you stealthily hid from Michael making your way to Jake. You saw that he was chasing the other girl with the beanie, as she ran the opposite way from Jake. You took the chance to run to Jake, pulling him off as he runs off in a panic as he saw Micheal. "Jake!" You yell, "damn it," you curse under your breath as you run after Jake.
Only to see him get grabbed by the neck and get stabbed through his chest, you see Jake trying to struggle against Michael Myers, you widen your eyes in shock, as you stood there frozen with fear. Michael looks at you, he digs the knife further into his chest, the sound of flesh being ripped, you hear Jake yell out in pain. Throwing him into the ground, 'I-I can't move!' Your legs were trembling, cold sweat dripping down your forehead. You held your gaze with Michael, as he slowly walks up to you, you gulp slowly. You see a silver in the corner of your eye, shutting your eyes in fear expecting to be stabbed. After a while, nothing seemed to happen, you open eyes slowly, to see him gone. You were... puzzled.
Only to flinch when you heard loud sirens go off-
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You stood up from your bed, drenched with sweat. Looking out your window, it was almost morning, "it was... just a dream?" You breathe unevenly, it almost felt way to real for a dream. You slowly get out of bed, the memories of Jake being brutally murdered, by Michael Myers, the killer mysteriously disappeared. Walking over at your desk, opening your laptop, you decided to look up Michael Myers. Finding out that Dr. Loomis is still on the hunt for this man, it seems as if Michael had escaped from the Asylum. It seems that his contract number was in the website, you pressed your lips in a line. Debating whether you should call or not, the Dr might think your insane but then again. You didn't want a murderer killing innocent lives, shuddering as you quickly remember Jake. Your dreams were indeed out of the ordinary, getting visions, or ominous omens about the future like a Deja Vu thing. And you call your gifts a curse, because it was hard for you to fit in.
It's the fact you see a more things than most cannot... You shrug off your thoughts, deciding to give a call, hearing your phone ring a couple of times.
It seems as if he answered, "I'm very busy, make it quick," he says rudely, you bite back on your retort. You clear your throat, "I'm... I'm not sure how I can explain this, I might sound crazy but I think I saw Michael Myers." You say quietly trying not to fumble with your words, you hear a wheezy laugh, "really?" He said in disbelief, rolling your eyes in annoyance, "yes really, he was 6'8, white mask with a kitchen knife, in my vision I saw him stab a man to death!" I frantically say at the phone, "Vision? Look kid, I haven't seen this man in months! You must be delusional," you frustratedly sigh, "I'm not crazy, I swear to god-"
Only to get cut off, "who did he kill?"
"His name was Jake, green jacket, shaggy black hair, he looked Asian, I guess he's an American." You assumed because his he didn't seem to have any accent when speaking to you. "Okay... let me see." Loomis says on the phone, hearing a light tapping on a keyboard, you decided to patiently wait since he was so coped up. "Wait, you mean Jake Park... the man who went missing months ago, black shaggy hair and Asian correct?" Loomis says in disbelief, feeling relieved, you weren't crazy after all. "Yes, I've been trying to tell you about Michael Myers case but you've been arrogant." He clears his throat, "my apologies, I haven't been the best after losing my patient, mind if I get your name?" He asks being a bit polite, "[F. Name]," you simply say, "well, [F. Name], I do hope you have an interest on a offer." You raise a brow, "what if I turn down this offer?"
"I hope not... would you like to join me to find this murderer?" He asks hearing a slight desperation in his voice, "I... well, I'm going to have to think about it really."
"Why not now!?" He yells at you breaking his facade, "don't rush me into something I'm probably, or mostly die from, or my answer will be no. We can try to arrange a meeting if that works." You say to Loomis hoping that it would keep him in check of himself. He grumbles frustratingly, "how far from you Haddonfield?" He asks, "not far maybe, a 30-45 min drive." You say nonchalantly, "good, we can meet up there at the front of the police station around 3 at best, I will look forward to meeting you."
"Sounds good."
| hello it's author here :) sorry it's been awhile! I've been lacking lately and now here is my re-edit of the Michael Myers book! I'm so happy how it's going to turn out! I have so many things planned out for this book I'm so excited.
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