The People:

Trish: Struggling from Darry's death.

John: The Nephew of Michael

Zack: John's Friend

Carrie: Trish's friend.

The Creeper: A Monster/Demon who eats parts of people to renew parts of itself.

Michael Myers: A cold blooded killer, who has no felling at all towards his victims. the curse says he'll stop when all his family is dead. The survivors say that he is like a demon, not a human.

Can't Beat two

Chapter 1: Not so old Haunts

Trish sat in the passenger seat, staring out of the SRT-4's window. She was still devastated by Darry's death, or his disappearance, rather. No one knew what happened to him, expect for that he was carried away by the "Creeper" as the witnesses say. Her parents would not believe a word of it, even though there was evidence. After all, Trish thought, Who would believe, that in a world of science, that a flying demon took away my brother? Trish turned to her friend, Carrie, who was driving the SRT-4.

"I still can't believe that you got this car, Carrie. with your driving skills and all"

Carrie turned and looked at Trish, giving her a 'whatever' look and continued to drive. Carrie was hoping that Trish didn't know that they were close to the place that her brother disappeared. Carrie was one of the few people who actually believed in the incident. It was after all, much harder to believe than most bloody urban legends. The thought stirred her memory. She had herd long ago, well actually about 5 years ago, about some nasty murders that took place. At the time, it was that the murders happened 20 years ago on that date, and the same person or whatever had come back for bloody revenge. Or so the newspapers said.

"Uh, Trish, when is that rest stop slash dirty truck stop you told me about??"

Trish looked over at her. Her eyes had a tired look, a look of, 'I'm so sick of this, I could kill myself' "Um, it's about 15 miles down the road. Why, o-master of the road?"

"Because you have been around here before, and I haven't Trish. I want you to stop moping? I know that doesn't sound very much like a friend, but would Darry.....

" Don't Talk about Darry, Trish, he's probably dead, his guts ripped out or something" Trish said it with a sad, annoyed voice. She missed him so much. But the trauma, of thinking of what would happen to him, terrified her. What if it was me? Trish thought. Having my guts ripped out, or my tongue eaten. I want him back so bad. The reason why she was back around here, Poho county, or shit county for all she cared, was because they, her and Carrie were going to visit a friend. It was Carrie's cousin. Carrie wanted to see her, and Trish needed some time off. Even if it meant going through the place where....Darry was taken.

There was silence in the car, a hurt silence. Carrie was getting tired of it. She knew it hurt Trish, but Carrie was the kind of person who moved on quickly, and often bottled up her feelings.

"You know Trish, I swear if that thing ever comes around again, it'll anger death, I mean......"

Carrie was abruptly cut off as Trish interrupted, rudely.

"OH hell Carrie, you don't know what we saw, or Darry saw! How scared I was, how much I was torn when...I saw...saw him taken?!?! That thing is death! it's evil!"

"Trish! I was only trying to make conversation, alright? You better fucking back off, alright? Just snap out of it, damnit! I am so tired of you being like this! And I thought this trip would help you."

"With a friend like you who needs enemies?" Trish mumbled.

Carrie turned around and snapped at Trish. "Don't you dare start mumbling behind my back!" Carrie looked up. Suddenly, there was a green jeep behind them. Carrie jumped. My nerves are getting fried. "The stop s right up there Trish, see? I wonder if there is any hot guys in that jeep,?" Trish just rolled her eyes. The Green jeep pulled ahead of them and turned into the truck stop slash rest stop .

"Well we are here, Trish"