Michael Myers Imagines

Time of the month

You've just got home from work thankful that you finally had another weekend. You got in a pair of sweatpants and a plain t and popped open a bottle of pills that are suppose to lessen cramps. You plop down on the couch with a heating pad and put on a horror movie.

It was about thirty minutes into the movie that the pain was becoming unbearable and an audible groan escaped your lips. A figure standing in the sliding door window of the kitchen startled you. You squint and barely make out the shape of a man wielding a knife.

Any normal person would call the cops or find a weapon to fight back with. Some would even run and scream in horror. Not you. You sat there and stared back at the man everyone in Haddonfield feared. Michael Myers.

You've grown accustomed to him coming and going as he pleased that it rarely bothered you. He never overstayed his welcome and for some unfathomable reason he hasn't killed you. Yet. With your attention back on the pain, you lay down in an attempt to get comfortable and forget all about where the boogieman is.

Swift like a cat he's towering over you as you close your eyes. He observed your discomfort. The arm that clenched your pelvic region, the sudden movement of your legs being brought inward toward your stomach to reduce the pain. He tilted his head in wonder. He rarely saw people in pain that wasn't associated with him.

You briefly opened your eyes seeing Michael. You sigh and roll onto your back and stretch your legs out. Mother always said that being in a fetal position only made it worse. He watched your every move. His uncomfortable gaze made you squirm slightly. No matter how many times he does it it never feels right.

Michael kneeled down and reached out to touch the heating pad strewn across my pelvis. He could vaguely remember the days his older sister Judith would be in the same miserable state. You widened your eyes and watched his huge hand grasp the pad to remove it.

"Michael" your voice but a whisper.

He examined the tiny spot of blood lining the front of your bottoms in curiosity.

"Michael" this time you put more force into it. You nearly forget he still had his knife until it was right in front of you hanging loosely in his hand. Telling Michael what to do let alone speaking to him was not the best thing to do.

He snaps his hand away from you and stands back to his full height. He tilts his head ever so slightly to the right. The man never gets this close to someone without the result of death.

Your eyes travel from the knife to the eyeholes of his mask. He stood there long enough for you to doze off and when you woke he was no longer there. The pain finally dulled and you went upstairs to take a warm shower. Lost in preparation (getting a towel, washcloth, etc.) you didn't notice someone lurking in the guest bedroom across from the bathroom.

You hopped in the shower and pulled the curtains closed. While you rinsed the shampoo from your hair you thought you heard the door creak. With caution you pull back the curtains just a tad. Nothing. The door was shut just as you left it. 'Get it together y/n' you shook your head and continued.

Meanwhile the stranger in your house creeped back down the steps and left something on the coffee table. It left the house without a sound.

About twenty minutes or so you were redressed in a fresh pair of pjs and your hair was in a messy bun. You make your way back down stairs and into the kitchen. It's around 8:30 so you make yourself a meal for one and eat in the living room.

It wasn't until you reached for the remote to switch from dvd to tv that something caught your eye. There on the coffee table was a pack of y/f/c. There was no note or anything attached to them, and no one in this town knew you well enough to know what candy you liked. Nobody accept maybe the shape.

You grab the bag and set it beside you, trying not to think of the poor soul who likely died, saving them for dessert. After what seemed like forever you find a channel you like and zone in on the show "The Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy". You decided dishes could wait, so when you put up your bowl you sat back down and ate some candy. It was almost Halloween after all.

At about midnight your eyes began to droop. You yawn and roll up the half eaten bag and place them back on the table. Too tired to fully understand why the shape had left you a gift when for sure he'd just kill you. Too tired to notice that he was indeed watching you one last time through the slide in door as you trudged over to the staircase.

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The next morning you woke up to the crisp daylight seeping through the white drapes clinging to the window. You stretch out and crank your neck to the side to see what time it was. 9:00 am. Perfect. As you set up from the bed you notice there's a stuffed teddy bear sitting upright on your dresser. 'The hell?'

Perhaps you had a secret admirer. You get up and examine it for a card or a note. None. The next thought to cross your mind was the fact someone was in your room while you slept. Your heart began to pump faster. What if that someone was still here. As if on cue you felt eyes on you. But not from inside. In the corner of your eyes you saw a porcelain mask outside your window.

You move the drapes aside and spot Michael Myers staring straight through your soul. Jesus even from afar he's frightening. The more you stared back the more you swear he looked at the brown teddy bear in your hand. You followed the eyes down to your hand and studied the bear. There were letters etched into the belly MM. 'Are those his initials?' You thought.

How did he get this? It's not like he could just waltz into a store and buy it without being seen. Yes, he did that with his mask, but today isn't Halloween. He would for sure get noticed? Oh god did he get this from a child?

You wrecked your brain with thoughts and when you finally looked back at the window he was gone.

Disclaimer: No Michael did not kill a child to get a teddy bear lol. I'll let your imagination figure that out.