CHAPTER ONE
Rain pounded hard outside the home of Dr. Samuel Loomis. Inside, Dr. Loomis sat his wooden desk typing hardly on his typewriter. The dim light of a small lamp guiding him. Books and papers were scattered across the desk. As he typed, the phone rang in the other room.
Loomis sighed and got up slowly from the desk. His face and body weather-beaten from all the years of chasing after the most terrifying monster to ever come to Haddonfield, Illinois: Michael Myers.
He answered the phone. "Hello?" He asked.
"Coffman? I haven't heard from you in twenty years! What have you--" Suddenly doctor Loomis' expression changed from excitement, to shock.
"No, Coffman. You must be mistaken he--"
A whispering voice on the other line sounded angry. Dr. Loomis stepped back. "I refuse to believe it!" Loomis yelled, slamming the phone down the receiver. He looked at a small wooden drawer in the corner of the room. He walked slowly over to it; opening it. He picked up a silver pistol; loaded with six bullets.
He stuck the pistol in his pocket, grabbed his walking cane, and trudged out to his car. He turned the ignition an drove off and drove down the muddy road. He could barely see through the punding rain. As he drove faster many thoughts ran through his head. Could Michael Myers, the the killer with the most murders on record, still be alive?
His mind cluttered. All of a sudden, Dr. Loomis' car spun off the muddy road and into a tree. Loomis fumbled out of the car; rain falling onto his head. He had a small gash from his head hitting the steering wheel. The rain washed away the blood oozing from his head.
He looked into the center of the road. In the middle of the road stood a tall figure. The silvery moon showed that the figure was wearing an emotionless, white mask. He held a blood-stained butcher knife in his right hand. Dr. Loomis gazed in horror. The figure was indeed, Michael Myers.
"When does it end?" Dr. Loomis yelled.
The rain did not seem to affect Michael. "When does this bloodbath end, Michael?" Dr. Loomis yelled.
Michael cocked his head sideways. He edged forward. Loomis hobbled forward as well. Dr. Loomis has been Michael Myers' psychiatrist since October 31, 1963 when Michael killed his sister, Judith, in the upstairs bathroom of his home. Michael was but six years old at the time.
Loomis has been trying to stop his spree since 1978 when Michael tried to kill his sister, Laurie. And later, his niece, Jamie. "Michael, you've already killed your sister, Laurie. And you're niece, Jamie." Dr. Loomis yelled.
Michael lurched further. Loomis reached into his pocket; pulling out the pistol.
"Die you demon! DIE!" He yelled pulling the trigger relentlessly. Six bullets hit Michael Myers in the chest; sending him sprawling to the ground. Mud spattered across the air. Michael hit the ground with a loud squish.
Loomis stuck the gun back into his pocket and squeezed back into his car. Luckily it was just a dent on the front of the car. He turned the car, and drove his car out of the deep groove in the ground. He turned the car and drove the opposite way into town. Dr. Loomis knew that Michael wasn't dead.
He was just stalling. He knew Michael was going to come to the town of Haddonfield once again to continue his bloody massacre. But what is it? Who is Michael after? All Loomis knew was that if he doesn't warn the police in town, lives WILL be lost.
Michael lay there in the mud...
Far from lifeless.