These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light.

These are the eyes of a psychopath…

HALLOWEEN: Hell of the Abyss

I drove to the Myers residence, because I knew that's where he'd take her. Laurie. She knew nothing about her early life as his sister. I had to stop Michael… or, at least, try to.

When I arrived I could hear whimpering coming from the backyard. There was Laurie, cowering in the empty swimming pool, and Michael, slowly lumbering toward her with a butcher knife in hand, she was pleading with him. He wasn't listening.

"Michael, stop!" I said. He stopped, but didn't look. "Michael, it's me… Samuel."

He ignored me, continuing toward the girl. "Michael, don't!" It became clear to me that he wasn't going to listen to me. I closed my hand around the .357, and pulled it out, ready for the inevitable.

"Michael, please stop!"

Still no answer. It had to come to this, unfortunately.

"Please, stop!"

I raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his right shoulder, but he went on, seemingly no effect whatsoever.

"STOP! MICHAEL!"

I fired another round, hitting him in the shoulder again. "Shit."

Michael kept on moving still.

"STOP!!!!"

I pulled the trigger again. Michael went down. God. I just killed my best friend.

I took Laurie to the police cruiser I'd driven, wrapped my trenchcoat around her, and put her in the passenger seat. I went around to the driver's side, resting my head for a moment.

Well, at least this is all over, I thought to myself. Then I entered the car. It was silent, except for the sobbing coming from Laurie.

"Was that the boogeyman?" She asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do believe… it was…" I said.

Before I could even put the key into the starter, there was a sickening smash of glass, scaring the hell out of me. I screamed as Michael took Laurie out of the car.

"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!" I shouted. "Michael, don't!"

Quickly, I jumped out of the cruiser and ran up to Michael, who was struggling to get Laurie through the front door of his home.

"Michael, stop! Michael, stop!"

He kept on carrying the girl to the front door.

"Michael, for God's sake, listen to me!"

Finally, my former patient stopped, holding Laurie under his arm.

"Michael, let her go. It's not her fault, Michael. It's my fault… I failed you. Please, let her go… please." I pleaded.

He let her go, and she ran up the stairs of the house. Michael grabbed my head with both hands. Now I was the one experiencing his strong grip.

The last thing I saw was those black eyes, still absent of any light whatsoever, no humanity left… nothing… Michael was purely, and simply, evil…

What I remember next was myself lying upstairs, most likely because Michael dragged me up there.

Laurie was checking my vital signs…

There was no time for caring for me. Michael was hot on her heels, totally ignoring the fact that I was alive. I grabbed his leg and he kept walking, finally shaking me off… then I faded to darkness again…

But then a strange loud crash woke me to my senses…

And then a loud gunshot…

And Laurie screaming…

I didn't have to be a psychic to know what had just happened…

Michael, the innocent, sweet ten year old that I once knew, who I failed to save from himself, my patient

My best friend…

He was dead…

It was all over…

Well… at least I hoped for that …