I watched, tiredly, as the young woman walked down the street. She was held down by dozens of grocery bags, sh wouldn't be a threat. The question was, should I kill her? He needed the food, but he wasn't sure if he had enough energy to attack. He was so tired. I lightly began panting as I continued stalking her down the street, observing her.

She was odd looking, not at all similar to the woman who usually lived in this hell hole of a city. She had bright pink and light blue hair, pink on top and blue underneath. She was pale. Her eyes, from what he could see earlier, were a light greyish blue color; an odd color he hadn't seen was small, very small. She wouldn't reach my shoulders, and I believe I could encircle her body with my hand. Her pants were black and clung to her like a second skin and her shirt was white, also clinging to her skin. Her shoes were tight and went to her knees. If I remember correctly, I believe they were called Converses.

A couple blocks later and she finally turned onto a small lawn, lit dimly by the street light a few houses down. I nearly snorted. She's small and wouldn't put up a fight, she's alone, and on a dimly lit street. If this isn't asking to be murdered, I don't know what is. I turned my attention back to her.

Surprisingly, there was no one there. I cocked my head slightly to the side, confused as to where she was, before a light inside the house turned on and revealed her location. I took a deep breath and went to the door. I glanced over to the lit window before knocking heavily on the small, flimsy piece of wood. She yelled out to the door.

"I'll be there in just a moment!" I sighed and stepped back from the door slightly, not wanting to frighten her when she opened her door.

Just as she said, she came to me quickly. The door swung open and she stood in front of me, giving a couple pants, indicating to me that she had sprinted. She looked up at me curiously, asking silently what I wanted. I took a few calming breaths through my nose before I spoke.

"Ma'am, I have a favor to ask of you." I grimaced slightly in my mind. Overly polite, I needed to sound as if I actually belonged in this era. The side of her lips twitched slightly into a smile before she quickly gained control over herslef again.

"And what would that be?" I had the strangest urge to shift on my feet, almost as if I were nervous. I scoffed to myself mentally. I'm a mass murderer, not a nervous little boy. I straightened my back as I came out of my thoughts and stood to my full height as I looked down at her.

"I need a place to sleep and eat. Seeing as you are the only one awake, I thought coming here would be the best place to go." She blinked up at me slightly, almost as if she were confused. I fought the urge to kill her and settled instead on narrowing my eyes slightly.

"Well," she began hesitantly, "I guess you could stay here...but I don't have much food, so I can't give you that much. And you'll have to sleep on the pull out couch, I don't have another bed." This confused, she didn't have a lot, yet she was willing to share her stuff with me? That's a lot nicer than I expected people to be, I had only met rude and mean people. I looked back down to her, to study her.

She was nervous, I could almost feel that in the air around us. She was confused. She was frustrated, probably annoyed with me coming so late and nearly demanding to be allowed to stay, and she looked as if she hadn't had a decent nights sleep in a long while. But she was honest, she truly meant what she said, that she would allow me to stay. I realized I hadn't spoken in a while and decided to grace her with an answer.

"That will be perfect." She smiled brightly up at me and I was frozen. No one had ever looked at me like that, as if I were a close friend. I stumbled forward as she stepped back to allow me entrance into her humble home. I immeadietly began looking about the room.

Just as she said, it was small, not a lot of room. She had a small, rugged looking couch squezzed into the far corner of the light green room. A book shelf was on the wall beside it, which was crammed with books of varying sizes. A small, short table was in front of the couch. It was littered with tons of folders and a small portable radio. She had pictures covering all of her walls, some were crooked. There were three doors, including the front door. One doorway had no door and led to a small bedroom. It was a small bed in the center of the room. Around it was a sea of clothes and large and small cases. I cocked my head slightly, curious as to what it was. The room we were in now faded into a kitchen with only a fridge, sink, microwave, counter, and trashcan. I could only assume the last door led to a bathroom.

"You can sit on the couch while I make a quick dinner." It was just then that I noticed the bags from earlier sitting in front of the lone counter. I nodded and moved to the little couch. I was surprised as it sunk beneath me and was oddly comfortable. "So, what's your name?" I froze up and sat forward a little.

"Micheal...Keratin." I believe I saw that word on the back of a bottle once...but I can't be sure. I sat back and looked at the woman again, who was directly in front of me because of the layout of the house. "And you?"

"Hm? Oh, Luka. Luka Lauryl." She turned around to face her microwave as it began beeping. Luka Lauryl, a fitting name. Unique and...beautiful in an odd way. "What do you do for a living, Micheal?" I relaxed a little further into the couch before I answered, an explanation already made up.

"I was a mechanic, but I was layed off a while back and kicked out of my home, that's why I'm here." Who cares if no had been layed off recently? I wasn't about to tell her I was chasing after my little sister and trying to kill her, all the while killing others on Halloween and being chased by a Dr. and the police. Yes, because that would deffintly go over well. "And you? You don't seem to make much, no offense." And oddly enough, I meant it. I was usually never nice to people, even if it was only in my mind(seeing as I hadn't talked since I was first taken to the mental hospital).

"I'm give music lessons and I instruct a fighting and meditation class and I'm a part-time college student." Well, that was unexpected. She's a busy one, isn't she? I guess now I know what those cases were; instruments. She turned around, a plate full of food in each hand. I sat forward and moved to one side of the couch. She smiled down at me and i couldn't help but freeze again. She sat and handed me a plate, not seeming to realize the state I was in. I relaxed slightly a moment later and began eating my food that she had so kindly made me.

What was going on with me? Why was I acting so oddly around her? I'm Micheal Myers! The serial killer of Hadenfield, Illinois! I should not be getting nervous and freezing up over kind gestures, smiles, and a pretty girl! I sighed, quietly so she wouldn't hear me, and began eating my food again. This was no time to think about this, I will think about it when I leave and there are no witnesses to watch me.

-(.)-

She walked up to the couch, hair still dripping, and helped me pull out the couch. It was small, very small, but the matress, although thin, looked comfortable. I nodded thankfully at her and sat down. She disappeared into her room before coming back out with a blanket and pillow. She smiled as she handed them to me.

"Sorry I don't have more, but I don't usually have guests, no one really comes up here, it's out of there way." She smiled at me and stepped back slightly, I was still slightly tall than her, even as i was sitting. "Anyways, you can use the shower if you want." I nodded slightly.

"Thank you." I blinked at her back as she walked away. She doesn't know, but this was an important marker in my life. It was the first time I had ever said thank you. How odd. I've felt more comfortable with this young woman than I've ever been with anyone else, including my family(though this isn't saying much).

I sighed to myself and scooted back onto the couch-bed until i was in the middle. I laid my head on the pillow and threw the thick blanket over me. I was right, this was comfortable, even though I had to lay on my side to fit, my back was facing the closed door of the bathroom, of course. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, duly noting that I was facing the door to her room.

-(.)-

I was tempted to yawn when I woke, but I was wary to show anything to anyone, no matter how comfortable I was with them. I immeadietly froze as I was sitting up as I realized, eerily, that I was the only one in the house. I rose slowly and pulled a bloody knife out of my suit. I scanned the room until my eyes came to focus on a small, folded piece of brightly colored paper on the table that wasn't there the night before. Beside it was a plate of food, still warm. I walked slowly to the table and read the note.

Micheal-

Hey, sorry, but I had to go to work while you were still sleeping. There's a plate of food for you. The shower is still open and you can stay as long as you would like. Just make sure that if you leave while I'm not there, lock the door behind you. Thanks!

-Luka

My lip twitched slightly and I was temptedto smile, but I with held and instead turned to the food she had laid out for me. I greedily ate it and took the plate to the kitchen. I wanted to stay here, but I couldn't, and she would get annoyed with me. So I put the couch back together and put the blacket and pillow on top of it. I turned to the note and grabbed one of the many pencils off the table to write back.

Thank you

-Micheal

-(.)-

A/N: Okay! So this is my third story, obviously. I've wanted to write a Halloween fanfic for about a week now, so I wrote a few chapters up and decided to post this. I will update this story on Fridays(not including tommorrow)and as long as I get one review per chapter. Same goes for all of my stories, by the way. I will only update as long as I get one review per chapter. It doesn't matter what you say, you could say the story is good or bad for all I care, it's not that hard.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this. The title is, again, lyrics from a song. It's a song by Ricky Nelson. Can anyone tell me the song?

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HALLOWEEN OR ANY OF IT"S CHARACTERS.