I woke up to my alarm going off next to me. I groaned as I got up and went into my bathroom for a quick shower before getting ready. Once my shower was over, I went back into my bedroom and started getting dressed. I slipped on a pair of neon green skinny jeans, a neon hot pink Blood on the Dance Floor band T-shirt, and black converse. Then, I started putting on my peircings. I started with my ears. They were peirced all the way around, I had three small silver hoops at the tops of my ears and black, pink, and green studs on the bottoms. Once all my earrings were in, I moved on to my silver hoop nose peircing. I also put on my snakebites and angelbites. After that was done, I grabbed my straightener that I plugged up before my shower and started straightening my black hair. My hair also had purple, pink, blue, and green streaks in it.
I'm ready, so I go downstairs and walk into the living room. My dad is reclined in his chair watching the news. Apparently, theres been a lot of killings in the area.
News Anchor 1: Theres still no telling who's responsible for the killings, but police think it's somehow connected to the psycopathic killer, Michael Myers.
His picture came up on the screen, so people could identify him.
'Michael Myers? That sounded familiar. . .but where. . .MOM! She talked about him when I was smaller. I wonder how she knew him. . .well, I'll ask after they're done talking about him. I want to know everything the police has to say before asking mom about it.'
News Anchor 2: They are, however, not sure. Twenty-five years ago, Michael Myers was announced dead. There was no evidence, but the body was never found. If you spot him, please call this number.
The number to call came up on the screen. I grabbed a pen and started scribbling it down on my hand, just in case I happened to need it.
'Lets see, 304-969-6659. Ok, now to go eat breakfast and ask mom about him.'
I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. "Hey mom."
"Oh, hi sweetie. Didn't hear you walk in."
She sat a plate of pancakes with butter and jelly on them down in front of me.
"So-uh-mom. . .I was wondering. . .what you knew about," I paused and took a deep breath. "Michael Myers." I finished.
I heard plates smashing and turned around to find that my mom had dropped the plates she had been holding. When she kneeled doe=wn to pick the broken glass up I stood up and stopped her.
"No, it's ok mom. I'll clean it up." I said.
"H-How do you know that name?" My mother asked shakily.
"I just heard it on the news and I remember how you used to talk about him when I was younger." I said picking up the last piece of glass.
After that, me and my mom had a talk. I'm not aloud to talk about Michael Myers anymore. On my way to school I kept thinking I heard something behind me, but everytime I would turn around, no one would be there. Strange. After school I started hearing the same thing I was hearing this morning. The next thing I knew, I was being pinned to a tree, out of view of anyone who could possibly call the cops, with a hand over my mouth. I looked up and saw. . .