Michael Myers Imagines

The Myers House

You sat alone on your couch bored out of your mind while the noise from the tv grew distant. You were zoned out looking out the window. You watched the clouds turn grey and knew a storm was brewing. That didn't seem to bother you until your eyes locked onto the house next door. The Myers household. That place was creepy in broad daylight. Everyone at school and around the neighborhood talked about the place being haunted. You've never believed in that shit.

The more you stared at the house the more alluring it became. Maybe you should go over there. While you didn't think it was haunted, if you were the first person to check it out and come out alive it would quiet the rumors going around. Besides you were bored as fuck. You get up and put on your jacket and shoes and head for the house. Your conscience screamed at you. You know the little voice inside your head that tells you not to do something but you do it anyway?

When you approached the front door a heavy feeling of dread waved over you. Maybe it's just nerves, yeah that's it. You turn the knob and the door creaks as you open it wider. The feeling got stronger as you walked inside. You kept the door open half way just in case you needed a quick escape. The place still had old furnishings and a few common household items that hadn't been touched in ages. Needless to say it was abandoned.

You made your way to the kitchen and looked around. There were a lot of kitchen knives in a drawer and most of them had thick ass blades. Who the heck needs this many knives? You thought. You knew exactly who, but decided to play dumb. That meant less fear. You closed the drawer and saw a spice holder with a decent amount still there. One of them caught your eye, so you picked it up and read fennel.

It was new. You gulped as your body gave in to the uneasy feeling. The soft pitter- patter of rain beat against the house in contrast to the creak of a door closing shut made you shiver. Time to go. You exit the kitchen and froze. The figure standing by the front door made every hair on the back of your neck stand up. It couldn't be. The figure was male in structure, he wore a white mask with dark brown sprouting at the top, some dark blue coveralls, and a pair of boots. That wasn't what scare you most.

In his hand was a kitchen knife. Just as thick as the ones from the kitchen. The boogeyman has come home. Or maybe he was already home. You stood stock still. You could barely make out the eyes staring back at you behind the eyeholes of his mask. His heavy breathing heard from across the room despite the storm outside.

When he didn't move you finally ran back through the kitchen and tried open the door but it wouldn't budge.Shit. You opened the door next to it and it lead you to the living room but of course the windows were boarded up partially.

If you had enough space to squeeze through you would. You saw the shadow from under the door and ran into the dining area hoping to find a place to hide in there. There was no time to dilly dally so you dove under the table and prayed he wouldn't find you. The chairs on either side of you might delay his reach if he did.

The door shut and you covered your mouth. You could see him stalk toward the table and stop just a few inches from the chair. The knife covered in fresh blood stains. Jesus christ it wasn't even Halloween yet. He moved again out of your peripheral vision but you dared not move.

You clung to your sanity as the silence tugged at you to come out of hiding. A minute that felt like an eternity and a knife came swinging at you. All you saw was a blur of steel and you staggered out from beneath the table running opposite of Michael. He straightened up watching you run away. Was he playing games?

Your adrenaline was on full throttle and you sped up the stairs cursing yourself the whole way. The first room on the left is the one you chose. You recognized it immediately from the papers. Judith Myers. You glanced at the vanity where she had been sitting before she died with a frown. You didn't know her, but seeing the place of death struck terror and unease.

The stairs moaned and creaked making you jump into action. You closed the closet door and hid under the bed in hopes he'd check the closet first.

Heavy footsteps entered the room. Michael assesses his former sisters room and as you hoped he went directly for the closet. You scoot closer to the edge and waited. The second his knife made contact with the closet door you sprinted out the door. You didn't look behind you and just as you made it to the bottom step a hand snatched you up by the nape.

You let out a scream and struggle to get away. Your pulled into his chest and the knife is at your throat ready for more flesh. You grip Michael's arm tightly and squeeze your eyes shut waiting for death. It never came. The grip on your nape loosened and when you opened your eyes the knife was out of sight.

You heard his breathing so you knew he was still standing behind you. You slowly turn around and find him staring down at you. 'What the hell was he doing?'

The two of you stood at the bottom of the stairs staring for some time before you spoke. "Umm, I-I'm just gonna go" you back away never leaving his eyes in case he tried anything. 'Why did I open my mouth'.

Michael tilted his head at you. You wondered if he was curious or processing what you were saying. As your hand made it to the door he made a move toward you. With wide eyes you yanked the door open, turned, and ran. Again Michael caught you. He gripped the hoodie of your jacket and with a tug you were pulled off your feet and back inside the house. 'What the fuck' you thought. You stumbled backwards and landed on your bum with a thud.

"Ouch" you glared up at him. He only stared back. Silence. Even the rain had taken a break.

You broke the silence with a huff. "What do you want Michael?"

The shape's hand twitched around his knife at the mention of his name. With a slight tilt of his head he pointed at you and then reached down to cover your head with the hood of your jacket. You jerked slightly at his sudden touch.

He was still again. 'What does that mean?' You sat for a moment piecing it together. Hoodie over the head. Cover. Hide? He wants me to hide again?

Hide and seek. He did seem to enjoy catching me after. He didn't kill me either.

You stood up to find his dark eyes following your every move. It was unsettling and... somehow sexy at the same time. Yup you need help.

"Hide and seek?" You said.

Michael nodded slowly. The first response since the death of his sister.

AN: I literally looked up in the movies house layout lol. I probably still messed up, but oh well. Enjoy Our boi acting like a child.