'Damn its cold today…' I looked around bored out of my mind, only to have my eyes fall onto the old Myers residence. I found it odd that I lived right across the street from it but nothing bad ever happened to me. Only sad misfortunes happened to those who go in it or come face to face with the mad serial killer Michael Myers. Although I don't consider him a serial killer because of his curse THORN, he must kill because the man in black tells him too.
Thinking about this I got the strange feeling someone was watching me so I sat up, and began to look around franticly. Until my eyes fell on the Myers residence upstairs balcony window. There I saw someone wearing a Michael Myers costume or it was actually him but it didn't scare me so I got up and walked over to the old house. I opened the gate slowly and made my way through the front gate and looked up to see no one there, but I proceeded up the stairs on the porch and to the front door. I slowly turned the rusty doorknob and entered the house listening to the creeks and silence.
"Hello is there anybody in here" I asked not scared but curious, you see I suffer from something similar to Michael. I on the other hand don't have to kill, I have inhuman strength, and I'm very silent and stealthy I guess you can say. An I have this strange way of finding were people are. I looked into the living room were its said that Ronny, Michael's step-father was killed. I walked over to the couch and put my hand on the recliner chair were he was murdered, then I felt a presence in the room so I turned around quickly and there he stood 6'8 and kitchen knife wielded and ready to kill.
But by the time I turned around the knife was already coming down and I wouldn't be able to stop it. I looked him dead in the eyes as my body hit the floor, I couldn't see what they said so I drifted into unconsciousness.
I started to wake up and I noticed I was somewhere new in the house somewhere the light of day can't reach, somewhere like a basement. I leaned up off the floor and looked around, but something made me turn around and what I saw was a Myers tombstone I believe it was his mothers. I put my hand on my chest and felt the blood remembering why I'm down here. So I slid hoodie off and my handkerchief out of my pocket whipping the blood off my chest try to clean as much of it as possible.
Once finished with that I got up and walked over to a wooden door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. So I took a step back and looked around the room and looked around the room and my eyes landed on the boarded up window.
I walked over to it and placed my hands on it and pressed down, they were worn out so I began to pull on the boards tearing them off. Once I got enough off to fit through the window I pushed it open and began to squeeze through once I got all the way through I jumped off the roof and landed on the ground.
I smiled" Not even a mass murder can keep me trapped." I said out loud but to no one in particular, but I stood still as I heard heavy breathing behind me that could only belong to one person. I turned around slowly and came face to face with him again. I knew he would take a strike at me again so I stood my ground and grabbed his wrist holding him there until his other hand came to choke me. He lifted me up in the air I took this as a chance to wrap my legs around his waist and make him drop the knife and back against the house.
I grip his other wrist and force him to let go, now with my neck free I swoop my head down to his neck and bite down. He groans and lets me go I take this chance to run away from him and into my house locking the door behind me . . .