Samantha was walking down the sidewalk on her way home from work. Glancing down at her watch she noticed it was 6:43.
Man! I'm getting hungry, but that's what I get for skipping lunch. I should've taken Andy up on his offer for dinner. Sam thought while she walked.
Thunder rumbled overhead and she looked up only to have a drop of water land square on her forehead. Before she knew it, a full-blown rainstorm started up.
"Shit!"
She looked around for shelter until the storm passed. Her eyes landed on a rundown house that looked completely abandoned. Sam ran towards it, through the gate, and up to the porch. Maintaining some form of etiquette, she knocked on the door before trying the doorknob. Surprisingly, it was unlocked so she edged it open and slipped in.
Once inside, Sam dropped her messenger bag by the door. Her red hair was matted down by the amount of water in it and her bangs covered her gray eyes. Pushing her hair back, Sam looked around the room and took note of her surroundings. A thick layer of dust covered everything and made it look like nobody had lived there for ages. Boards covered the windows and blocked out what little light could be seen outside. The floorboards looked ancient and some stuck up unevenly from the rest. A flight of stairs could be seen leading up towards the second floor.
She stepped into the room and continued to look around. A few photographs could be seen but the faces in all of them were scratched out.
That's odd.
She went to pick one of the photos up when she thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, but when she looked up nothing was there.
Okay… That's not freaky.
She turned around and was about to head back outside when a light caught her eye. She knew she shouldn't, but her curiosity got the better of her. She walked towards the light and found it was coming from what was once the living room area. A man in his late thirties was sitting in front of the fireplace trying to light some firewood with a flashlight next to him. He had messy hair and a five o'clock shadow.
"Fuck this shit." He said giving up on the fire.
She turned to leave once again but slammed into another guy. He was about a foot taller than she was and he had a dark look in his eyes. His hands grabbed her thin arms roughly and a malicious smile spread across his face.
"Um… C-can you let go of me?" Sam mumbled nervously.
He snorted in amusement. "Hey Paul, look at what we got here."
The other guy looked over and smirked. "Well now what's a little lady like you doing in a place like this?" He said getting up.
"I-I just c-came in here…t-to get out of the rain." She stuttered out sensing that these two men weren't just making small talk. "I-I should really be going now. The rain's letting up." She tried to remove her arm from his grasp but it only got tighter.
"Now…now, why would you want to leave when we only just met?"
"Listen I really need to leave…NOW!" She yelled and kneed the guy holding her where he would feel it most. As he doubled over she ran for the door but his buddy tackled her to the ground. They fell to the floor with him on top of her. She landed face down and tried to crawl towards the door but he had a firm hold on her ankle. He flipped her over and straddled her waist while holding her wrists above her head.
"Get off!" She yelled squirming under him.
"Keep it up girlie you're just gettin' me more excited."
His buddy walked over at that point in time and looked down at her. "Hey there, pretty lady time for some pay back." He said.
"Fuck you!" Sam snarled.
"Don't worry that's comin', but first let's have a little fun." He knelt down and started to fondle her breast through her shirt.
"Get off!" She screamed
The man that was on her waist backhanded her hard across the face. "Did we say you could talk bitch." She tasted the blood in her mouth and whimpered.
"That's right bitch." He laughed at her pain. She avoided eye contact with the man on top of her as tears began to form.
"Hold her down, Franky." The one on top of you said as he stood and started to undo his belt, but that's as far as he got. A blade stabbed its way through his spine and blood began to flow from his mouth. He fell to the side revealing a near seven-foot tall man in a mechanic's uniform and a dirty white mask. The man holding Sam down stood and began backing up.
The man in the mask stepped over her and advanced on him. Sam sat up and scurried over to the wall and sat with her back against it. Her chest heaved up and down as her brain attempted to think up some sort of plan as to what she should do. Sam's mind rushed in a thousand different directions, but she couldn't concentrate on a single thing.
Before she knew it, she heard someone walk across the floor to her position. She looked up and found two black orbs staring down at her. She glanced over to the other man that was alive a few seconds ago and saw his throat slit and blood spilling onto the floor. Sam forced herself to swallow the bile that was working its way up her throat. She returned her gaze to the man in front of her and saw that his eyes had not moved from her. Using the wall for support Sam stood up keeping her eyes on his.
"Y-you're Michael Myers, aren't you?" Sam squeaked. The man nodded. Sam's eyes grew wider as she saw him raise his knife to roughly the same height as her head.
"Are…are you going to k-kill me?" she asked glancing between the masked man and the knife.
Sam saw him draw his arm back preparing to strike. Sam didn't move at all. She couldn't. Fear had caused every muscle in her body to freeze. New tears began to form in her eyes. She didn't try to hold them back; there was no point to it.
Oh man oh man please don't kill me please don't kill too young please help someone anyone oh God not like this run dumb ass run too late oh God
Michael drove the knife forward…