Here's the latest edition to my stories, 'The Boogeyman Returns' Hope ya'll like it.
I don't own Halloween. Darn it.
The Boogeyman Returns
Prologue
"Okay, let's bring the first body." The Coroner said as she pulled a metal table with a black body bag on it. She unzipped the bag to find the brunt mask of Michael Myers, or the Boogeyman, inside.
"It was about time I saw you in here. I'm surprised you still look the way you looked liked when you were last seen." She spat out, clearly disliking the butcher knife wielding killer. She grabbed a scalpel and put it near Michael's mask. Just before she cut the mask off, the phone started to ring. She sighed and put the scalpel back in its place and went to answer the phone on the desk across the room. She picked up the phone and put it next to her ear.
"Hello? Oh, hey." She answered and continued to talk. On the table, Michael's body twitched. Suddenly, black eyes flew open. Where was he? How did he get here? And who was talking in the room? He slowly sat up and turned his head towards the voice. He was looking straight at the Coroner. Then he looked at the array of surgical tools.
"I'll get there as soon as I can. 'Kay. Bye." She said sweetly to who seemed to be her lover on the other end. She put the phone on the receiver and turned around. She gasped as she bumped into a navy blue clad chest.
"Watch it-" she screamed when she looked up and saw who it was. There, in all his dark glory, was Michael Myers with a bone saw in his hand. He turned it on and roughly pushed her against the wall with his free hand. She landed on a coat hook in the wall and it went through her. She coughed up blood and looked at the last person she would ever see. With a quick movement of his arm, Michael decapitated the Coroner. He was breathing heavily as he threw the bone saw to the ground.
He looked around to see if anything could help him know where he was. He found a calendar hanging on a white wall and saw the year was 2007. That's odd, it was what he guessed to been 8 years the last time he killed someone besides the coroner.
He tilled his head in a sick, mentally ill manner as he continued to stare at the calendar. It seemed that the Evil wasn't through with him just yet. Also it seemed all of his family members were still not dead, he could sense it. Well, they soon will be. It was his mission and he would complete it, no matter the cost or who gets in the way. He started to walk out the door and through the halls. No one seemed to be around he saw as he continued to find a way out.
He found one of the exits to find it locked. A slight growl came from behind the mask and he pulled his pale, scared fist back. He punched the glass door as if it were wet paper and stepped outside. He then saw it was a morgue and he continue to walk towards the parking lot. A man was walking from his red Mustang when he saw the Shape walking towards the other cars.
"Excuse me sir, but are you lost?" the man asked as he walked up to Michael. The Shape quickly turned and wrapped his hands around the man's throat. The man tried to scream for help but the force of Michael's hands would not aloud him to do that. He wiggled and tried to get out of Michael's grasp but he seemed to be like a brick wall. The dry crack of bones breaking and the man going limp made the Shape let go. He kneeled down beside the corpse and dug in one of his suit pockets and found car keys. In a fluid motion, Michael got up and walked over to the Mustang. He kicked the door opened and sat inside. It wasn't like the old station wagon he used to drive but he got the thing to do right. Next place to go, Haddonfield, Illinois.
There it is. Please read and review
