The Shape from past

Chapter 7

(Y/n)'s POV

Dr. Loomis grilled me about everything I remembered about Michael. How we met, how was he like when we were younger and what kind of relationship we had. I tried to answer truthfully to his every question but he looked at me like he was suspecting something. Sheriff Brackett waited for us to finish talking. Toby was looking at them with hatred in his eyes while his fur was puffed up. Dr. Loomis looks at him and Toby hisses at him. "I'm so sorry. He just doesn't really like men." I apologize but Dr. Loomis only shakes his head. "It's okay. I asked everything I needed to." He says and reaches in his pocket.

He gives me a business card and I look at it for a while. "If you see it, call me immediately." He says and turns to leave. Sheriff Brackett follows Dr. Loomis to the door and I show them out. "I will contact my parents and tell them about Mark." I say to sheriff Brackett. He nods as he opens the door. "Take care miss (L/n)." He says and starts to walk back to the car. I turn to look at Dr. Loomis, thinking about one question.

"Dr. Loomis. If he comes here, what would he do to me?" I ask him as he looks over my house. "I think it would kill you." I look at him little scared. He wasn't right at all. Michael wouldn't kill me, right? He hasn't done it yet. But one thing still bothered me. "Why do you call him it?" I ask curiously and Dr. Loomis looks at me, hate filling his eyes. "It isn't human." He says and walks quickly back to the car, turning to give me one final glare. I look after him dumbfounded but then quickly get back inside.

I close the door and head upstairs, leaving the business card on a counter. I think I did great but I still was little uncomfortable. What if Dr. Loomis knew I was lying to him? I shake my head and try to get him out of my mind. I should go and take a look what Michael was doing. I open my bedroom door and see that he was going through my wardrobe and cabinets. "Michael? What are you doing?" I ask little shocked. He turns his head to look at me, his face still covered by the mask. My clothes were all over the room and now he was going through my diaries I used to write long time ago.

"Give me that!" I say and take the diary from his hands. He looks at me through his mask eye holes and I put the diary on my bed side table. "I didn't say anything to them about you but if you are going to stay here there needs to be some rules." I say to him and he gives me a little nod. I sit on my bed and start thinking what I should say. "Firstly, no going through my stuff without permission." I say to him, making him huff and nod.

"Secondly, you can have the guest bedroom. You can have your privacy there. You also can sleep there." I say and he shakes his. "You don't want to have that room?" I ask but he shakes his head again. He gets up from the floor and walks over to me. He gets on my bed and lays down on it, stretching his back to relax on it. "You want to sleep here?" I ask him and he nods. I pat his stomach but he doesn't even flinch.

"Michael, this is my bed. I'm sleeping here." I say to him but he shrugs his shoulders. I shake my head little at his behavior. "Fine you can sleep here. But I can go to the bathroom and shower without you." I say to him and he shakes his head again. "You don't need to see me on toilet Michael." I say to him and he nods and then shakes his head again. "You're going to follow me in shower?" I ask him and he nods again.

I look at him little shocked and then I remember my last shower. "Were you in my shower last night?" I ask and he sits up. He touches my back gently and my jaw drops open. "You were?!" I ask and he nods. I feel a deep blush form on my cheeks. "You sneaky bastard. I almost died in there because I got scared!" I say to him and I could see that his shoulder was shaking from his silent chuckles. I slap his shoulder and get up from the bed.

I turn to look at him and look over his clothing. "You can borrow some of Mark's clothing from his back but I need to buy you some more." I say to him and he looks down at his overalls. There were some bloodstains on it, which made me feel little uncomfortable. He turns to look at me again and shakes his head. "You are not going to wear that all the time. You already smell terrible." I say to him calmly as I start picking up my clothing to put them back in my wardrobe.