Disclaimer: this story is based on characters created by John Carpenter and Victor Miller
Haddonfield, Illinois: Halloween, 1978.
A dark figure, with a chalk white mask and a scalpel in his hand, was chasing a young girl at a hospital. She, along with an older man, made it into a surgery room where they let out some gas. The girl escaped, as the man lit up his lighter. The room exploded, but the man with the mask, though burning, was still able to walk out of the room. Despite his effort, though, he eventually he collapsed.
The next morning, paramedics were picking up all the bodies. However, despite of the explosion, the masked man seemed to be still alive.
"This guy is a machine," one paramedic remarked, "if he can survive this!"
"Yeah!" another one replied, "Why did he do all this anyway?"
"Beats me." the first one answered.
"Hey you two!" a voice called at them.
They both turned around, to see their own boss.
The second paramedic was the one to talk to him: "Something wrong, Mr Curtis?"
"Yeah!" Curtis answered, "That man seriously need professional help."
The two of them didn't seem to understand, so Curtis continued: "So they go to some special clinic for…"
Then another old man, a sheriff, yelled to Curtis. He marched to the sheriff, talked to him for a few seconds, then he came back to the paramedics: "On second thought, just take them away!"
When Curtis returned to talk to the sheriff, one of the paramedics said to the other: "They get payed for doing nothin' but ordering us around."
The second paramedic said nothing, but his facial expressions implied that he agreed.
"Are you sure?" Curtis still needed to be convinced by the sheriff about making the right decision.
"Yes!" the sheriff replied, "I don't want that son of a bitch to be anywhere near here!"
"Well you can't expect from us to bring them that far. He needs h…" Curtis continued, but there was something about the way the sheriff looked that made him decide he should agree: "How's Massachusetts?"
"Good enough!" the sheriff acknowledged.
Higgins Haven, New Jersey: Summer, 1984
Ambulances and paramedics were recovering dead bodies. Among them was a big guy with a hockey mask.
"He got seven kids and three bikers." one paramedic stated to a group of others, referring to the body of the hockey masked guy, "This time they got him!"
Though the man appeared to be dead, his fingers seemed to twitch from time to time. But none of the paramedics noticed. They strapped the man's body up and carried him into the ambulance, which took off immediately after being loaded, as did every other vehicle in the area, leaving a quiet forest behind in which you only the crickets were the ones making all the noise.