Here we go! I got bored 2 summers ago and decided to pen my own novelization of what I would love a remake of Halloween to be like. It's a combination of the original 2 Halloween movies with Jamie Lee Curtis, as well as the Rob Zombie remake from 2007. Throw these together with a bunch of my own ideas, and this is what you get! Read and review!
Rated M for bloody violence and terror, sexual content, and language. Enjoy!
Halloween
By: Alex Barndollar
Started: Thursday, June 12, 2008
Finished: Friday, January 15, 2009
Inspired by: Halloween (1978), Halloween (2007), Halloween 2 (1981), Sam (novella, 2008), and Halloween: Nightdance (2008)
Prologue
Wednesday, October 31, 1990
7:30 AM
Haddonfield, Illinois
45 Lampkin Lane
"You know what we sayis true. Kill for us. Release your anger and frustration. They won't suffer long. Do it." Blonde haired, blue eyed, 7-year-old Michael jolted awake from his nightmare, screaming himself hoarse. In a room so colorful and filled with toys and picture books, terror seemed severely out of place. His mother, Deborah, ran into his room, hurriedly pulling a robe over her form. She hardly looked a day over twenty-eight. She had a head of long blonde hair. "Honey, what's wrong?! Michael! It's alright, everything's fine, you're in your room, honey, just calm down." He turned his eyes, red from crying, to her face. "Mommy, I had a nightmare. You, Judy, Boo, and Daddy were dead, and I was all alone."
Deborah frowned. "Have you been watching those scary movies on television again? Tell me the truth." Michael got a frightened look in his eyes. "Yeah, when you and Daddy and Boo went to visit Nina and Pap."
"Well, what was Judith doing while you were watching this movie?" Michael smiled at this, knowing what would come next. "She was kissing Steve on the couch." Deborah's nostrils flared. "Judith Margaret Myers, get up NOW!" 17 year-old Judith stumbled out of her bedroom in a nightgown, puffy eyed, with her dirty-blonde hair disheveled from sleep. "God, what?! I was trying to get some sleep; you know how late practice ran last night!" Deborah's eyes lit up with that fire all mothers seem to have when confronted with a challenge. "Michael just told me that when we left you in charge last weekend, you not only let him watch movies on TV that he definitely shouldn't have been seeing, but also that Steve was here. I'd like an explanation NOW!"
Judith's face formed an expression of extreme exasperation. "Michael, what the hell is your problem?! All you had to do was keep your mouth shut!"
Deborah went into tough-mom-mode. "Judy, enough! You are grounded for the weekend. That means no Halloween Dance tonight, no seeing Steve, and you have to take your brother trick-or-treating."
Judith went into a total rampage at that. "MOM! You know how important tonight's gonna be!" Her mother shook her head. Judith turned to Michael. "Thanks, you little creep. Now I'm stuck with you this whole weekend. And it's not gonna be fun for either of us."
Deborah rolled her eyes. "Oh, stop with the drama. Now, get ready for school, both of you." She turned to Michael, still in his cowboy pajamas. "If Judy gives you any crap tonight while we're at work, I want you to tell me about it, okay?" Michael smiled. "Don't worry Mommy, I can handle Judith."
As his mother left the room, he turned back to his pillow. He fished his hand into the interior of his pillowcase and pulled it out with a handful of crayon-drawn pictures in his grasp. They showed Michael standing surrounded by bodies, crayon-red blood pouring out of multiple stab wounds. His eyes roamed the drawings, lighting up with an almost demonic presence. "Tonight's going to be fun."
Part 1: Bloodshed
Wednesday, October 31, 1990
8:00 AM
Haddonfield, Illinois
45 Lampkin Lane
Michael Audrey Myers arrived at the breakfast table, dressed for school. His mother, Deborah, was cooking eggs at the stove, his little sister, Alex, was spitting up in her highchair, and his father, Donald, was trying in vain to clean the mess. Donald was a man in his mid 40's, still handsome for his age. He was the only one with brown hair; Michael, Judith, Alex, and Deborah were all blonde. His dad turned to him. "Hey sport, are you ready for Halloween?" Michael gave an innocent grin. "Yes, sir."
Judith came down the stairs, wearing a Haddonfield High jacket over a tee shirt, an extremely short skirt, and a pair of high heels. Deborah gave her the once over. "You are not going to school dressed like that." Judith groaned. "Oh mom, come on! Everyone dresses like this!" Donald stepped in at that point. "Then you are most definitely not in that majority. Go upstairs and change now."
Starting up the stairs, she loudly muttered, "Oh, bite me." Donald turned to Deborah. "Has she been grounded?" Deborah smiled. "Of course. She's on trick-or-treat duty tonight." Donald looked wary at that prospect. Deborah laughed. "I'm sure it'll be fine." Michael spooned his cereal down with that eagerness children have when they want the prize at the bottom of the box.
He turned his head to his baby sister. "Are you ready for Halloween, Boo?" His sister smiled a toothless grin at him. Deborah smiled at that, too. "She really loves Michael, Don." Donald turned to her. "We have some great kids. Seriously. And don't worry about Judith, honey. She's a teenager. We know what that's like."
At that point, Judith came back downstairs, still wearing her Haddonfield High jacket, but now with jeans and a pair of boots. She turned to her father. "Is this better for you?" He smiled at her wearily. "That's much better." Judith started out the door to the front yard. "Michael, move your butt, or we're going to be late." Deborah called after her. "Watch your tone!" She smiled at Michael. "Have fun at school today." He smiled at his mother. "I love you, Mommy." Donald turned to his son. "Don't let Judy boss you around tonight. Try to make her smile a little. She could use it." Michael giggled. "I know just the thing!" He kissed his parents good-bye and ran out the front door.
Judith was waiting in the passenger seat of her boyfriend's car. Steve Haley was a muscular 18-year old, with blonde hair. Steve smiled at Michael. "Climb in the back, squirt." Judith pulled her seat forward for Michael to climb in. "Michael, move your pokey ass a little faster, would you?" Michael settled into the back seat. As Steve pulled out of the driveway, Michael looked up at his house. It was a two-story white-washed Victorian, with windows at the front and a separate garage around back. He watched his mother wave good-bye at the front door, and then listened to his sister's conversation. "Yeah, well he told my mom about last weekend, and now I'm grounded. I can't go to the dance tonight; I gotta take the dwarf back there trick-or-treating." Steve looked surprisingly calm at that piece of news. "Well, your mom said that you were grounded, so I guess I'm just gonna have to come over and keep you company." Judith got a gleam in her eye. "Does keeping me company involve giving you a lap-dance, by any chance?" Steve smiled wide at that. "Play your cards right and you might just be in luck." Judith rolled her eyes. "Oh, joy. Just what I need, more fun in my life."
Eventually, they arrived at Michael's school. Judith stuck her head out the window. "I'll see you after school. Don't be late!" Steve stuck his head past Judith's. "See ya later, bud." Michael watched the car round the corner and disappear. "We're gonna have fun tonight, Judy. You wait and see."
Wednesday, October 31, 1990
8:45 PM
Haddonfield, Illinois
45 Lampkin Lane
Judith and Steve stumbled through the front door, heavily engaged in a make-out. She was dressed in her Haddonfield Huskers cheerleading uniform, he in his football uniform. She kicked the door to the living room open, and he threw her onto the couch, pulling off her boots and starting to pull off her top. They were both drunk. Judith untangled herself from Steve. "Wait, I gotta make sure my sister didn't shit her pants." Steve groaned. "Hurry up! You gotta get some of this before it's gone!" Judith laughed. "Where's that thing gonna go?" She went up the stairs and into her sister's nursery. A thought struck him and he went to the foot of the stairs. He called up to Judith, "Whatever happened to your brother?" Judith laughed again. "I paid him twenty bucks to keep his mouth shut and to go trick-or-treating by himself." Steve frowned. "What if he gets lost or something?" Judith came back to the stairs. " Relax. He's only staying on this street." He laughed. "Well, that sounds like a sure fire plan!" He laughed again and went down the hallway to the bathroom. As the bathroom door closed, the front door opened quietly. Steve failed to hear the soft footsteps going to the kitchen, opening a drawer, and ascending the stairs. A minute later, he re-emerged from the bathroom, zipping his fly back up. He went out to his car quietly, and dug in the back seat for a plastic bag. He pulled a white mask with brown hair and staring eyeholes out and shoved it over his head. "This is gonna be the best," he muttered. He snuck back through the door, quietly shutting it behind him. He crossed the threshold, tiptoeing as silently as possible, and climbed the steps. When he got to the top of the darkened stairs, he glimpsed Judy putting a clean diaper on her baby sister at the end of the hall, groaning with disgust. He scanned the landing quickly and noticed a door ajar. He ducked through and found himself in Michael's room. The walls were plastered with cowboys and Indians. Steve decided to wait behind the door and jump out at Judy when she passed. Not original, but it would be just the thing to make her hornier. He stood waiting for her, when a soft thump was heard from under the bed. He pulled off the mask and bent down to see what had happened. The last thing he saw was a knife speeding towards his face. With a loud squelching noise, the blade slammed into his head, blood spraying on his attacker's face. The knife twisted back and forth, like a doorknob being turned again and again, blood and carnage going everywhere. Steve was dead in an instant.
Michael climbed out from under the bed and surveyed his handiwork, his face covered in blood. He pulled his kitchen knife from the bloody maw that had been Steve's face. He noticed the white mask Steve had dropped and pulled it on. It looked eerie with his clown outfit. He watched Judith from the doorway, waiting. Judith finished changing Alex and laid her in the crib, but Alex wasn't ready for sleep just yet. Judith regarded her with annoyance. "Well, what do you want me to do, Boo? I've got an important matter to attend to downstairs. You'll get it when you grow up." Judith cranked Alex's mobile and left the room, leaving the door open. As she walked down the hall, the grandfather clock chimed nine. She turned back to see her sister watching her. "Go to sleep, Alex! Jesus, why do I always have to deal with this?! It's always me, me, me. Why can't my stupid dyke of a mother ever help out?" She continued walking and descended the stairs, reentering the living room. It was empty. "Steve, where are you?" She walked through the darkened house, looking in every room, when she heard her sister's laughter coming from upstairs. "You've gotta be kidding me," she muttered to herself. She went back upstairs and saw that her sister was still watching her through the open door. "God dammit, Boo shut your eyes and get some sleep!" Her voice became louder and louder with every word. "Steve, stop playing your fucking games with me, I'm not in the mood! You're definitely not getting anything tonight, jackass!"
She wandered into her parents' room, checking it for Steve. It was empty. She turned and walked across the hall into Michael's room. She scanned the room, and saw the outline of someone standing in the open door of the closet. "Nice try, creep." As she crossed the room, she suddenly slipped and fell. Groggily sitting up, she found herself sitting in a thick puddle of crimson liquid. She lifted her fingers to her nose, and smelled a coppery scent. She noticed it pooling from under the bed, and sat up to look. She lifted the comforter and fell back with a scream! Under the bed was Steve, his face ripped apart, revealing bone and carnage sticking out, and his light blonde hair turned red from all the blood. She turned over and rifted all over the floor. Gasping for breath, with tears in her eyes, she turned her face back to the closet. Michael stood there, wearing a white mask and holding a knife covered in blood and gore. "Oh my God! Michael! What's going on?!" He slowly advanced on her, raising the knife above his head. She scrambled to her feet with a scream, running into the hallway. She made it to the stairs when Michael caught up with her.
He slashed the knife through the air, slamming it into her arm with surprising force for his age. She screamed as Michael used the knife imbedded in her arm to push her into the window at the top of the landing. Her face hit the glass so hard that it shattered, broken glass falling into the back yard below. Michael pulled her head out of the damaged window and slammed it into the wall. The glass already stuck in her face was driven deeper in as her face collided with the wall. Letting loose a cry, her foot slipped off the top step and twisted at an odd angle, sending her tumbling down the stairs and hitting her head off the banister at the bottom.
Michael raised his head and saw that Boo had seen the whole act, eyes wide and curious. He then lowered his head to the foot of the stairs, looking at his sister, the left side of her cheerleading uniform covered in Steve's blood, her head bleeding from the glass shards and the painful hit off the banister. Crying, she slowly started to haul herself across the hall to the front door. She looked up and saw that the door was locked, too high for her to reach from the ground. She heard a shuffling noise and saw Michael coming down the stairs towards her. Letting out a low moan, she crawled pitifully through the living room doorway.
As she made it across the rug, he slashed her across the back, making her let out a horrible scream. He went in for the kill, stabbing again and again. His fingers around the knife handle became crimson. The white plush carpet was slowly turning dark red around her. He pulled the knife out of her back for the last time. "Michael…" she breathed. "Happy Halloween, Judy." The knife was brought down with sickening speed, plunging through her heart from behind. Turning her body over, he sat on her stomach and added one last touch.
He walked out of the living room and went to the basement door. He reached his destination at the bottom of the stairs, and crossed the room to an area of the floor where it was rotting. He wrenched one of the boards up and stuffed the mask and knife in the hole and replaced the board. Michael went back upstairs and into Alex's nursery. He picked her up, cradling her gently. They sat on the steps, waiting. "It's over, Boo. We can start over now."
Part One Epilogue
Wednesday, October 31, 1990
10:30 PM
Haddonfield, Illinois
45 Lampkin Lane
Deborah and Donald pulled in the driveway, noticing Steve's car. Donald got a smirk on his face. "I told you this would happen. You owe me 20 bucks, thank-you very much." Deborah fished the cash out of her wallet. "Yeah, yeah. Don't press your luck." They got out of the car. "So, what do you think? One month of grounding or two?" Donald got a serious face at that. "Whatever you want to do. This is between you and her." Deborah frowned at him. "Thanks for your support, honey."
They walked into the front hall and immediately saw Michael holding Alex on the steps, his blue and yellow costume splattered with red. Deborah got a worried look in her eyes. "Honey, why are you still up? And why isn't your sister in her crib?" She took Alex and went upstairs. Donald looked around the hall. "Michael, where's Judith?" Michael smiled. "She's in the living room." Donald turned the knob and the door opened into a scene of intense horror. The carpet was stained red around the brutally sliced open corpse of his oldest child. He paled and vomited all over the floor. "JUDY! Oh my god! Honey, Judy! JUDITH!" Tears filled his eyes. Deborah ran downstairs, attracted by her husband's yells. She saw her daughter and screamed.
Donald turned to Michael. "What happened?!" Michael smiled. "Don't worry, Daddy. I made everything better." Deborah burst into tears as she surveyed Judith's face, the glass shards forcing her mouth into a smile, blood trickling down from her mouth.
The sirens sounded as the police cars pulled up. The policemen ran into the house. A scene of carnage met their eyes both upstairs and downstairs. Paramedics loaded the mangled remains into body bags, past the hysterically crying mother and father. Michael was seated in the back seat of a squad car, a smile on his face.