I know it sounds weird but Michael Myers is my father. Don't ask who it happened but its true. I don't even know how I came into this world but it happened so if you don't like it then I don't really care. Raychael Myers is my name and killings not my game. My daddy's always stealing clothes and food for me. How else does he except me live and get nutrient. I'm only 8 years old and I understand everything he does for me. Like my daddy I have some of characteristics like I stare off into space,I'm sometimes caught also staring at the knifes and I have his eyes. Like said:"Emotionless face, and the darkest eyes... the devil's eyes." Unlike my father I guess I have my mothers hairs. My hair is light brown that is over my shoulders.
Daddy walks up to me while I'm drawing a picture of him and me.
'Daddy!' I yelled and hugged him.
He kissed my forehead and messed my hair up a little.
'So daddy what's for dinner?' I asked rubbing my stomach.
He pulled a pizza box out from behind his back.
'Thanks dad!' I yelled giving him a hug and kiss.
I was so relieved. I that he forgot to feed me. I almost thought he was out killing innocent people or his family. I always think he's doing something bad but he isn't. I feel so torn in believing he's not killing people or he is killing people.
'Daddy?' I asked with a frown on my face.
He looked at me in silence.
'What took you so long?'
All he did was kiss my forehead and walk to his rocking chair that was siting in the living room in front of the fireplace. After I finished eating 4 1/2 pizzas I went to sit right next to him.
'Daddy when can I go to school?'
I really couldn't tell his face expression but I can feel its not a good one. He didn't want anyone finding out that I even exists.