Chapter 1
2:09 AM, October 30th, somewhere in Minnesota
The Trucker drove through the back road that he had decided to take. He was pissed when he realized it was a wrong turn. He honked the air horn violently until something caught his eye in the middle of the road. A tall man in a white Halloween mask, and black clothing was standing in front of the truck. The trucker honked the air horn violently to scare him out of the road.
Jesus H. Christ he thought. He honked again; the man remained in his position solemnly. After 20 consecutive minutes of honking horn the Trucker jumped out of his cab. He smiled mechanically and spoke to the man.
"Excuse me sir, but your standing in the middle of the road." He said.
The man stared and breathed heavily
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE ROAD." The Trucker yelled.
After twenty more minutes of screaming obscurities into the man's face, the Trucker decided to lead him off the road. The man grabbed him and twisted his arm. Unfortunately for the man, the Trucker had been a pro wrestler before he decided to start trucking and hit the man for twenty consecutive minutes. The man ran to get in the truck's cab. In the fashion of a science fiction horror movie the Trucker grabbed his ankle to pull him out of the cab. The man desperately scrambled into the Truck and pushed the gas peddle as hard as he could, running over the Trucker crushing his body into the asphalt.
At a hardware store in Benton, Minnesota, every one in the store was looking at a man in a white mask, which was looking at knives.
"Mommy", a little boy asked his Mom, "Why is that man over there wearing that funny mask."
"I don't know honey just don't stare at him he might come over here." The Mother said.
The store's, manager came over and spoke to the man.
"Hello sir, are you finding every thing okay?" The manager asked.
The man looked around as if the Manager was speaking to someone else, and then nodded.
"Good, but I am afraid I have to ask you to remove that Mask." The manager said.
The Man began breathing heavily.
"Sir, are you okay?" The manager asked, concerned
He breathed heavier.
"DEAR GOD, HE IS HAVING A HEART ATTACK, SOME ONE CALL A DOCTOR." The Manager screamed. Panicked.
Before Michael Myers knew it, he was pinned down on the ground by paramedics, who were trying to shock the adrenaline back into his heart. He had come to Minnesota to find a cousin. Little did he know this would be he most painful Halloween ever.