Nov 1st 1978

4:45am

1

"I told you, I didn't miss. I shot him six times!" Dr. Loomis argued with FBI agents, as well as some other high profile detectives. A judge walked in looking extremely exhausted, he had some white ghost paint still on his face from the Halloween party earlier. Arguably he was starting his hangover early.

"Alright everyone take a seat."

"You pulled me away from that small town that still needs me!" Dr. Loomis shouted.

"Nobody needs you." A man shouted from the background. Loomis looked at him and put his head down. "Can't even shoot someone in front of you…"

"I shot him six times." He repeated only auditable to the officer next to him.

The judge pulled Michael Myers file and started to read it, more like scan it. He looked up at Dr. Loomis, "He is a warden of the state at this point. Any surviving family members?"

"His mother." Loomis stated. "She has had nothing to do with him for almost ten years now. She gave up on him too, like most of us. He needs to be found and locked away." Dr. Loomis said.

"We will find him, if this case file is correct, he isn't very smart."

"He's brilliant." 2Loomis mumbled. "He won't be caught, we need to hunt him. You need me to do that!"

"We need you locked away, until we can determine everything that happened." The Judge said. The officers laughed and pulled the shackles out.

"You're making a huge mistake." Loomis declared.

"Reconvene November 2nd. I'm exhausted." The Judge stood up and left the room. The officers pulled Loomis, who was now cuffed, outside towards the police cars. As they walked outside, Loomis could see in the distance a white pale face staring at them.

"He's here!" Loomis shouted. The officers looked around. "Over there!" He jolted his head towards the Shape that watched them. When the officers looked, the Shape backed into the darkness and was no longer visible. He was never found.

2

October 29th 1979

A white car pulled into the Haddonfield Cemetery, it parked and Laurie stepped out of the car. She was wearing black sunglasses, and had a cigarette handing off the side of her lip. She had flowers in the other hand. She slowly walked towards a grave marker. Annie Brackett the stone next to it Lynda Van Der Klok.

Laurie sat between the two stones, placing the flowers in the middle between them. She looked at both of them, a tear rolled down her face. She heard leaves rustled behind her, she turned frightened. She stood up and looked around.

In Annie's bedroom Laurie and Annie sat on the bed with their math books open on a practice test. "Okay Annie, you need to focus if you want to pass tomorrow." Laurie said sternly but with a giggle.

"I know, but this shit doesn't make sense to me. I just don't get why the x needs to be so complex. Like, show yourself, why are you hidden." Annie said, Laurie rolled her eyes. "My dad's not going to let me go to homecoming next month if I don't pass this test. Mr. Arnold has been calling him after each of these tests and basically ratting me out. Jesus, like report cards aren't enough."

"They just want you to be successful."

"Great, now you're on their side." Annie snapped her book closed.

"Oh stop being so dramatic. Look I'm not going to let you NOT go to homecoming. One of us has to go and experience it…and we all know I'm not going." Laurie said, twirling her hair.

"Then come." Annie said pushing Laurie's chin up a little. "If I get an A on this test, you have to come." Annie said smiling bigger than ever.

"If you get a 100% on this test I will come." Laurie said looking down at the book.

"Let's be more realistic."

"100% or no deal." Annie looked down at her book.

"I guess me going to homecoming will be it…"

Laurie looked down at her book with a bit of sorrow. As if Annie not making it her priority to get that 100% so Laurie would go to Homecoming wasn't the big deal she wanted it to be. "So work this equation—" Laurie handed Annie the piece of paper.

Laurie pulled out a piece of paper from her purse she brought with her to the cemetery. It had a test folded up. 95% read on the top. She smiled. The irony of it all, was that Michael Myers had killed her the night before the homecoming dance.

"I wish I could be more like you." Lynda said, slamming her hands down beside her sides with her pom poms.

"What do you mean by that?" Laurie asked, she was sitting in the grass looking up at Lynda.

"Focus more on school work, and less on all this stressful shit." Lynda looked out onto the football field. She could see Bob arguing with another player. "At least school work has resolutions."

"What's bothering you?" Laurie asked her.

"Well, I need to come up with a new cheer by tomorrows practice. Ms. Jordan already thinks I'm totally the worst Captain…I really have been trying."

Laurie stood up and walked towards Lynda, she put an arm around her. "You have so much courage. To just stand out there and do all that shouting, and cheering, and high kicks…It's funny you wish you could be more like me, I wish I was more like…more like you." Laurie said, blushing a bit. Lynda pulled Laurie to her and hugged her tightly.

"Where would I be without you Laurie? I still remember in second grade when you pushed Terry McAllister when he threw that mud pie on me." They both laughed.

"He had it coming."

"You are tough when you need to be." Lynda complimented her.

"So what is your cheer going to be?" Laurie asked.

"You asking me about cheerleading?" Lynda asked surprised. "Well I need it to have Haddonfield in it, 'We're from Haddonfield,' and I can't rhyme with Haddonfield."

"What about—" Laurie started.

"Go on…" Lynda said with a giggle. "I love this."

"Shut up." Laurie said laughing. Then out of character, Laurie stood up and grabbed the pomp oms. She began her awkward stance "We're from Haddonfield, couldn't be prouder. Can't hear us now? We'll yell a little louder." Laurie repeated it louder. Lynda looked wide eyed at Laurie.

"Are you kidding me? That was totally cool." Lynda picked up her cheer notepad and jotted it down, "Couldn't be prouder, can't hear us now…"

"Don't tell anyone about this." Laurie said sitting back down in the grass.

"You should join the team." Lynda said lighting up a cigarette.

"No way."

"You should, I didn't think you thought about this type of stuff. It totally caught me off guard! You are the stress relief master. Always." Lynda bent down and hugged Laurie.

"Laurie." A voice said, snapping Laurie back to reality. The voice was familiar, she slowly turned around and saw Mr. Brackett walking towards her. He was wearing a blue sweating and jeans. His wife, Mrs. Brackett was next to him. They were bringing flowers. Laurie stood up and silently hugged them.

"It's so good to see you Laurie." Mrs. Brackett said, she was sniffling. "I loved having you around."

"We loved—" Mr. Brackett corrected.

"I miss that too." Laurie said, moving her sunglasses up to show her red eyes, and dark bags. It stunned the couple.

"We haven't seen you since the funeral last year. You're always welcome to our place." Mr. Brackett said squeezing Laurie's shoulder. "We're going to have an officer, outside your house for the next few days." He said. It was awkward, they both looked at each other. Laurie hugged Mrs. Brackett and walked back towards her car.

Laurie got in and sat there a moment before the ignition coming on. She quickly drove away back towards her home.

3

Laurie power walked into the grocery store and grabbed a hand basket, like most of her trips in the store, she wanted to make it quick. She scanned the aisles making sure they were empty before going down them. She grabbed a bunch of chicken soup, a bread loaf, and some peanut butter. As she walked out of the aisle a women almost bumped into her. The woman looked at her a moment, "Laurie." She said.

"Oh hello." Laurie recognized her instantly, it was a woman she used to babysit for. "How are you Mrs. Everett."

"It's such a pleasure seeing you Laurie, I haven't ran into you in…some time."

"It has, have a goo—" Laurie was interrupted by the woman.

"Pete needs a babysitter next Friday, interested?" She asked.

Laurie looked at her stunned, "I think I'm going to have to pass on that."

"Why's that?" Laurie didn't answer, and started to walk away, "Laurie, you need to move on sweetie. It's over, and you can't keep living your life like this." A young man at the register walked up to the woman he gave her a stern look, "I'm just trying to help her, she's a mess." Laurie dropped the basket by the front and ran out to her car.

The young man followed behind her with the bagged groceries she was going to purchase. He went to her window and knocked. Laurie was face down on the steering wheel crying. She opened her door "Hey Paul." She said.

"She's a bitch." He said handing her the bag. Laurie took it hesitantly, "I'll buy it, Mr. Reeves would understand. Take it." She took the bag and placed it on her passenger seat.

"I know she meant well." Laurie started.

"Mrs. Everett is a gossip." Paul said. "She doesn't understand what you went through," Paul started. "Annie and I….you, Bob and Lynda. We were like, a posse." Paul joked. "Anyways, sorry that happened to you. Please let me know if you need anything. You can call me here I'm working all weekend.

"Thanks Paul. Good seeing you." Laurie closed her door and drove home. She saw her dad's car "Strode Reality" parked out front. It was a sight that Laurie hated.

"So what you think you are just going to sit in your room for the rest of your life Laurie? Absolutely not! You are going to school on Monday morning. That is final!" Laurie's dad said. Laurie was sitting on her bed crying. She had crutches leaned up against her wall. It was Saturday Night and three nights ago was Halloween 1978.

"Dad you don't get it. He's still out there…he wasn't a normal man." Laurie cried into the hallway.

"Morgan, please." Pamela Strode, her mother, called from the bottom of the stairs. "She's been through enough."

"I don't need Laurie to become a recluse. It will be such a sign of empowerment from the Strode Family if Laurie shows up to school on Monday morning." He said. "Laurie stabbed him, that lunatic Doctor shot him allegedly six times…Michael Myers is dead in the woods out there. He has no social skills. Nobody else has died. Except him. Rest assured they will find his body in the woods in a few days. Now he wasn't an actual Monster for Christ sakes!"

"He was the Boogeyman." Laurie said hugging her stuffed bear tightly.

"Shut the hell up with that Boogeyman shit!"

"Morgan!" Pamela was now next to him. "Leave her alone, go downstairs." She said Morgan just looked at her sternly. Laurie thought her mother would walk in and comfort her after that moment. However, instead, she just looked in frowned at her and closed the door. Leaving Laurie to deal with all this emotional baggage alone. She did return to school Monday morning.

Laurie walked into the house and saw her father in the corner of the kitchen making a coffee. "Laurie." He shouted out with some tenderness.

"Yes dad." She walked into the kitchen.

"Where did you go this morning?"

"To see Annie and Lynda." Laurie said

"Ah…I thought you weren't going to go over there so much."

"I was feeling lonely."

He turned around holding his coffee, "You have us." He said kissing her forehead as he walked by. He walked into the living room and turned the news on.

"Any plans today?" Laurie asked. Her father was so enthralled by the news that he completely ignored her. Laurie walked upstairs to her room. She went to her bed and looked out the window, into her neighbor's yard. The clothes lines were cleared, but she still remembers seeing him there. Michael Myers.