"Ghosts, Phantoms of the mind. Things which we know cannot exist and yet we choose to believe in them. Willingly or not we give them life in our minds, in our imaginations. They stalk us daily, some more aggressive than others. In the end they are partial reflections of ourselves. To defeat them we must only look inside and find strength" -
Dr. Samuel Loomis
October 31st
Halloween
Rage overcame Laurie as she struck Michael's chest with the knife. Over and over she yelled, ridding herself of the emotions she felt bubbling up in her heart. Laurie buried the knife in Michael's face and let it all out.
After a few moments Laurie ripped the mask from Michael's head. She wasn't the victim of his sick little game any longer, she was the winner. Laurie looked down at the mask in her hands, the face she had been having nightmares about for the past year, she smiled, it was all over.
Laurie felt a small hand touch her shoulder. Turning around she saw the small boy in the clown costume that had, just a few minutes ago been restraining her.
"Put it on" the boy advised, nodding to the mask "It'll look good on you"
Laurie didn't know why but she did as she was told and put on the mask. It smelt terrible like blood and bad breath. The little boy gestured for her to stand, again she did, his cold, dark little eyes remained fixed on her, they'd have scared her if she could've felt anything apart from numb.
The police outside issued another warning but Laurie couldn't make sense of it. Everything felt so strange, like a dream, like a nightmare. Laurie briefly wondered to herself if this could've all just been one of her nightmares. Any moment now she would wake up screaming, then she'd look at herself in the bathroom mirror, tell herself to get her shit together, put on some clothes and have breakfast with the Bracketts: Annie and her dad. Annie however was dead, Laurie knew this and she knew nothing would ever be the same again.
"They're waiting for you" said the little boy, interrupting her thoughts and gesturing toward the door
Laurie felt herself moving forward, against her will. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the little boy now paying attention to her unmasked brother, the bearded giant that was Michael Myers. Laurie didn't care, Michael couldn't hurt anyone now. Laurie opened the door and faced her nightmare.
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The young ghost of Michael Myers regarded his much larger form with disdain. This Halloween had been a failure. His mother had returned to the quiet place inside his head, he could feel her sadness at not having boo with her.
The young Michael hoped he would get another chance to take boo home, looking at his larger incapacitated body though he realised that wouldn't be easy, rusty spikes had penetrated his torso and his own knife was stuck in his face. Michael would have to wait but he was used to that.
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Deputies King & Webb entered the shed with caution, their weapons drawn. They immediately spotted the bodies of Myers and his former doctor, Sam Loomis, each looked as brutalised as the other. The officers' flash lights illuminated numerous stab wounds. King checked Loomis for a pulse. Nothing. Noticing Webb's discomfort at simply being around Myers, he cut Webb some slack for tonight and checked Myers pulse too. Again nothing.
Myers and Loomis died together, as it should be, King thought before scolding himself over that belief. Loomis made a fortune off his monster and the victims of the massacres. King was a little pleased he was gone but no man should die so terribly. King silently recited a prayer before speaking up.
"One fucked up night"
"At least we got Myers" Webb replied looking down at the giant's corpse
"But too late for Annie"
Webb lowered his head in sorrow and shut his eyes for a few seconds, when he opened them again he looked far older than his years. Annie Brackett was practically family to every cop working at Haddonfield PD. Ninety Nine percent of cops working there (including King and Webb) remembered the 8 year old Annie and Laurie playing police through the hallways, trying to make waffles for the entire force and the terrible day when her mother didn't come home.
"Let's get out of here" Webb said weakly
King nodded, he called it in on the radio and they both left the shed. The medical examiners would have a field day getting Myers off those spikes but the cops would be busy looking after their own. King's attention turned to Lee Brackett in the distance, he was trying to comfort Laurie, who was sitting with a blanket around her and rambling about ghosts and death.
King prayed silently once again, that this night would end and that would everyone would be able to get on with their lives as best they could.