Halloween: WWE
Five years after Halloween: Resurrection, Michael is back.
Prologue
Torrie Wilson shut her door after the last batch of kids came Trick or Treating at her door. She sat down at her couch and took a sip of her French Vanilla-flavored tea. She went to her computer and typed in a website and came up. Torrie, like any other celebrity, likes to look at herself so she went straight to her own page and looked at the pictures. She absolutely hated this one particular picture of her. She didn't know why WWE even put it up. Someone knocked at her door, breaking her thoughts. She got up and took the bowl of candy in her hand before opening the door.
"Oh, Jason! Scary!" Torrie said putting a piece of candy into a kid dressed as murderer Jason. She laughed. "Happy Halloween!" She shut the door.
She sat back down, feeling tired. The last wave of kids should be ending. It's almost 9:30. She shut off her porch light and turned off the Halloween decorations, hoping the kids would stop comings. About 20 minutes went by when she heard a knock on her door. She huffed and got out of her comfortable position. She opened the door to find noone there.
"Hello?"
She heard a noise from her back yard. She grabbed a bat and decided to walk around to see what was going on. She cautiously walked around to see her back door opened. Thats weird, she thought, I thought I locked it.
She walked in and saw a man walk by her, but he didn't notice her. He was in the kitchen. She heard him making noise in there and she got under her dining room table, out of sight. The man came back and she noticed he had a long butcher knife in his hand. She cautiously got a look at his face to see he was wearing a white mask. She crawled further under the table. The man walked away.
Torrie sat there immobilized by fear. As she was contemplating wether to move or not, the knife came crashing through the top of the table. Torrie screamed and crawled out of the way of the murderer. She took the bat and hit the murderer in the temple, knocking him into the table. She ran up the stairs before looking back down to the table and the murderer was gone. She got scared and ran up the stairs. She ran to her bedroom and grabbed her favorite weapon...her big knife she acquired at the Renaissance Faire. She looked out the door and saw the ominous figure twenty feet away.
She ran out of the room and up the steps to the third floor. She looked back and saw the murderer following close behind. She opened her closet and flung herself in and shut the door, quickly but quietly. Seeing as the closet was big, Torrie could see perfectly all around the room. She got on her knees but the murderer never came in. She exhaled deeply, hoping that he was gone. She took out her cell phone and dialed the New Jersey police.
"Hello, Haddonfield police department how may I help you?" a woman operator said.
"Hi, this is Torrie Wilson and I'd like to report a breaking and entering and attempted murder." Torrie said in a hushed voice.
"Ok, hold on I'll patch you through to the captain and hopefully he can sort this out." The woman said and put her on hold.
A couple minutes later a man came on the phone. "Hello, Ms. Wilson, how is it going?"
"Not very good...I'm calling to report A...OH MY GOD!" Torrie suddenly screamed as her closet door broke open and the murderer appeared. Torrie screamed louder then ever and stabbed the murderer in the neck with the knife. He fell to the floor and Torrie told the police to come to her address to get the body out of here. She slowly opened her door to see the prone body of the murderer laying at the foot of the bed. She started walking away but the murderer sat up and grabbed her foot. She screamed and kicked his hand but the murderer refused to give up and twisted Torrie's foot bringing her down. The murderer got to his feet and stood over Torrie. Torrie's scream lingered in the house as the blade pierced her heart, killing her instantly. The murderer took his knife out of Torrie's chest and he walked out of the house silently, closing the door on his way out. He got in Torrie's car and drove away.
Twenty Five Minutes Later
The EMTs carted out the body of 25 year old Torrie Wilson and put it in the back of the ambulance. A television reporter was standing by updating viewers on the murder.
"It appears to have been breaking and entering. There were signs of blood about two feet from where the body was found, not including the puddle of blood Wilson was found in. It appears that before she was killed she fought back and possibly injured her attacker. Here is Dr. Samuel Loomis, who knows something on this subject." The television reporter said.
"Hello, I've got really big news for everyone. Who ever is watching this pack your bags and get out of here. It is not safe." Loomis said.
"Why isn't it safe?" the TV reporter asked, obviously a little freaked out.
"It's not safe at all. Michael Myers is back."
End of Prologue.
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