Disclaimer: I do not own Michael Myers or any characters from the film. I do, however, own the plot, my characters, and this story in general so you better not try to steal it because I will bring my handwritten copy of this story to whoever I find out does and show the fact that you're plagiarizing. So enjoy the story and resist copying!
It happened about six months ago, a night I'll never forget. That night my mother took off shopping for groceries with my grandmother. That left my older brother and me to watch over our younger siblings. Little did I know a visitor was waiting in the garage, waiting for the right moment to strike!
Our garage is one of the dirtiest garages I've ever been in. My mom and older brother have tried countless times to keep it clean, but nothing stopped it from building up more filth.
Now is probably a good time to introduce myself. My name is Christy James. I'm 15 years old and I've lived in Ironton, Ohio all my life. Nobody ever comes here and majority of people born here never leave. I, on the other hand, plan on taking the first chance I get to leave this town. Anyway, I have raven black hair and cinnamon brown eyes. My home is more in the country, but a bunch of people I know live down my hollow/road.
Also, it might be nice if you knew this night is Halloween 2006. Obviously October 31st, 2006. This was the night that even my friend's berserk dream became a reality.
I sat on my couch, my bare toes curled and my eyes gazing intently at the TV. I was watching some cartoon that was on Cartoon Network because nothing else was on. Even Disney didn't have anything worth watching. Just when the show paused for commercials, my Siamese cat started meowing. Who was I to not see what she wanted? Therefore, I checked her food bowl and of course it was empty.
"Lexi," I told my little sister Alexis, who was on the computer, "I'm going to go fill Jazz's food bowl."
"Sure," said Alexis, not looking away from the computer and her pc game.
"Ok," I said in a sarcastic tone. Some how, it annoyed me that she didn't care. "Be back in a minute."
I picked up the gray bowl, opened the garage door, and walked down the stairs. Once reaching the bottom, I walked over to the cat food bag and casually dipped the bowl down in and pulled the bowl back out. I started singing Numb by Linkin Park on my way back upstairs. I was almost at the top when I looked back and noticed the garage door was open. Naturally, I walked back down and shut the door. Looking around the garage, starting to feel something wasn't right, I found everything in the garage looked ok.
After checking every nook and cranny, I climbed the stairs again and tried to open the door. It wouldn't budge. I started beating on the door and yelling at my siblings to unlock the door. No such luck.
Sighing, I walked back down the stairs, through the garage door, and around to the front of the house. The front door was wide open. Thinking nothing of it, I walked inside. The scene that met my eyes was horrific. Glass shards covered the floor. There three bodies also on the floor and blood everywhere. My older brother, Alexis, and my younger brother that's 11 lay in the blood that seemed mini lake. I knew they were all dead.
I really felt like screaming, but I stopped. I remember that the murder could still be in the house; whoever the murderer was.
"911, I need to call 911," I said squeaked to myself, closing my eyes. This couldn't be happening! I walked back outside to escape the scene inside, only to find my mom's vehicle home. Inside it was my mom and grandmother; dead.
This time I did scream. I sunk to my knees and cried. After a few minutes of this, I got up and dashed next door to my grandparent's trailer. The phone was right beside to door so without looking to make sure my grandfather was ok, I grabbed the phone and punched 911 into it. Then I realized that the phone wasn't working. Slowly, I placed the phone back on the base and back away from it, blinking. What was going on? My dad was still gone but there was a chance he wasn't dead. I walked back to my grandfather's room and found a third reason to scream. My grandpa lay sprawled on his bed, dead. By the looks of it he'd been stabbed. I screamed and began sobbing again. I was all alone with a murderer in hot pursuit. I was the only one he had left to kill beside my dad.
Finally, when I came back to my senses I decided to go down the road to my friend's house. She was my only hope now. I turned to leave and bumped into someone. I gasped, having a hard time finding my voice to scream. It was all over for me now…….
