BEN WASDEN

HALLOWEEN 8: LAURIE VS. MICHAEL



…This Halloween, the battle between good and evil continues.

CHAPTER ONE

She woke up not knowing where she was. She couldn't even remember who she was. All she knew was that she had one hell of a headache. Her vision was blurry and she wanted so much to see. She wanted to see where she was. Maybe it would give her some kind of clue as to who she was.

Laurie Strode lifted her right arm, then quickly brought it back down to her side as she felt an unnerving sense of pain. She tried moving her legs, but they wouldn't budge. It was as if she were paralyzed. Maybe she was. Maybe she was paralyzed with fear for what had happened to her. If only she could remember.

Laurie's vision began improving. She could make out that she was in a room. However, that's about it. She could see the ceiling. She couldn't even move her head to see anything else. "Where the hell am I?" she asked aloud. She received no answer. This didn't surprise her. She felt as if she were in some strange world. A world where she was alone. Alone in this strange room that she could barely see.

Suddenly, Laurie felt something sticky land on her forehead. She looked up at the ceiling and gasped. There was a large red spot on the ceiling. Congealed blood.

Laurie felt her strength coming back just at the moment that she realized that she was in some kind of maniac's dungeon. She just didn't remember how she got here. She looked down and saw that she was lying in a tub. She was in a bathroom. Only the tub wasn't full of bathwater. It was full of blood.

Laurie quickly stood up from the blood-filled tub and looked around the room. There was blood everywhere. On the sink. On the toilet. On the walls. Everywhere. There was even a bloody message written on the mirror. The message simply said in large red letters, "WELCOME HOME, SISTER."

Laurie climbed out of the tub and looked around the small, blood soaked bathroom for something that she could put on where she could get out of this madhouse. She saw a white towel lying on the floor. It also had a little blood on it, but it least it was something. She wrapped the towel around her body and left the bathroom behind.

Laurie was now in the hall. She began moving forward, trying to find some means of escape. As she was walking, she stepped on something wet. Something wet and sticky. Something wet, sticky, and red. The hall was also splashed with blood. Walking on in disgust, Laurie felt on the urge of vomiting. The smell of death and decay invaded her nostrils. She could barely stand to breath, the small was so very strong. She had to get out of this house.

Laurie reached the staircase and began descending until she reached what appeared to be the kitchen. She pulled the towel tighter as she felt a gentle draft in the room. She saw that the room was in sheer disarray. Tables and chairs were turned on their sides. A phone was pulled out of it's wall. Knives were littered all over the floor, as if someone was looking for a specific one. Laurie stooped down and retrieved one of the knives. She would need it for protection against the person who had brought her here.

Laurie wandered into the living room next. It was the scariest sight she had ever seen. Even more gruesome than the bathroom and the hall. There were blood and guts everywhere. It appeared that a whole family had been murdered here. There was a middle-aged man and a woman and two teenage girls. Both of the girls throats had been slashed. The woman had been gutted. Laurie couldn't tell about the man. He was turned at an angle that she couldn't tell.

Laurie walked over to the man to get a better look, to see if there was a chance that he was still breathing. She stooped over the man and screamed as his hand shot up and wrapped around her throat.