Halloween Kills

Michael Myers stood there, staring down at the bloody corpse of what had once been Karen Nelson. Just a few feet away was the mirror where he had killed his sister. He could still smell the scent of sweat. She was brushing her hair. It was long and silken. She turned around and shouted when she saw him.

He remembered panic setting in. He knew they were alone but Michael feared the neighbors hearing him. Danny had just left and he could have possibly heard and come in and tried to stop Michael from his savage mission to kill his sister. ''The whore must die,'' Michael thought.

He could still hear the snickering older kids whispering about his sister's promiscuity. Mom and Dad did the stuff that Judith and Danny did but they were supposed to, they were my parents, they were supposed to do that.

They were married and loved each other, they were making each other feel good. Danny and Judith were just slobbering dogs in heat. I was too little to murder Danny but I have killed Judith and Bob over and over again. Every idiot who analyzes my work believes I picked Laurie because she reminded me of Judith.

That's utter bullshit. Anyone with an IQ higher than seven knows that Lynda was much closer to being like Judith than Laurie ever was. Tits were the same on Laurie and Judith, granted, but really, Face and hair, dumb as stumps and boy crazy. Laurie was just a girl I saw and decided to stalk. I was going to leave her friends alone but Annie mouthed off and had to go.

I specifically killed Laurie's friends to leave her alone and vulnerable. I had no idea she was so resillient. Now I have slaughtered her daughter, The bitch was asking for it. Running her mouth, bringing up Judith, tricking me, stabbing me in the back and luring me to the mob.

I will find Laurie and hunt her down and kill her. If Allyson is there, I'll kill her but she's alright. That idiot Sartain had to be stopped. Allyson was not too bad. She was never really a problem but Cameron had to go. As did Lonnie.

That punk kid thought he was some player? Some scrawny, confused, most likely queer little fucker wanted to confront the shape? Haddonfield's Boogeyman? I snapped his neck and listened to Allyson's screams. I love to hear them scream, my victims. A surge of power rushed through me as I made my way down the stairs. I had her but that bitch Karen stabbed me in the back.

And my finest hour was that of slaughtering the entire mob. They said I was an old man. Well, this old man showed them this old dog had plenty of fight left in him. Michael stared out the window. His rasping breathing was the only sound filling the otherwise screaming silence.

His bandage continued to bleed and there would be no doctors to treat his wounds. Michael would continue to decay. He would feed on any vermin or animals or perhaps any hitchhikers that passed by. The wounds would eventually turn gangrenous and in four years time Michael would no longer resemble the shape he was tonight nor had he been prior.

Michael had already won. The darkness had already set inside her and whether or not Michael lived it did not matter. Michael murdered her daughter, destroyed her life, and tormented while the shape saw her as nothing more than that girl he tried to kill.

The Boogeyman had no idea that he would meet Corey Cunningham and meet a wannabe Boogeyman. This kind of darkness will eventually be the strongest of all us. A life with no joy or love and only anger and death and grief and despair is a life filled with only misery and hate. Michael would soon feel the weight of his own darkness start to crush him over the next four years but as for now, the shape just looks upon the town he had terrorized for forty years with the same indifference he looked at Judith with after watching her sprawled naked on the floor, bloodied and mangled beyond recognition back in 1963.