The night was cold. The date was October 29th. The wind was blowing hard that night in Haddonfield. Michael Myers was standing on the balcony of his old house. He had murdered his mother and his step-father here. He had killed his older sister brutally as well, but had left his youngest sister alive. Why, nobody knew. A lot of people believed not even Myers himself knew. Of course, Michael never really thought about such complicated things. His mind was only focused on who would be next, who would be the next victim of his never ending rage. He looked down and saw two teens walking along. Both of them stopped in front of his old house and looked around. One was a boy, the other was a girl. They were a young couple. The boy pulled at the girls hand, pulling her through the front gates of the Myers home. She did not want to follow, but went along anyway. They went through a broken window and crept into the house. Michael turned around on the balcony and walked in as well. Fresh meat had arrived…..
Jeff walked through the abandoned highway. In one hand was a bottle of Jim Bean, in the other was sharp kitchen knife. He belched from time to time as he stumbled along. When the bottle of liquor was empty, Jeff tossed it aside, where it shattered on the road. Jeff's eyes were trained forward, unblinking and cold. He kept stumbling along the way, until he saw a sign. It read, "Haddonfield, A Place to be Calm and Relaxed". Jeff looked at the words for a second, his drunkenness making it hard to read, but it was making the feeling stronger.
"H-Haddonfield? What a stupid fucking name. O-Oh well, this place should do nicely." Jeff said. The words were slurred and hiccups began interrupting his speech.
Jeff began his drunken exodus again. The feeling was growing stronger and stronger. It was like a beast screaming inside of him, crying out for something to quench its thirst. Tonight, it was in the mood for blood….