"Samhain: it means 'Lord of the Dead'" - Dr. Sam Loomis, Halloween II, 1981

Disclaimer: Some of these scenes and dialogue was inspired by the Halloween franchise.


"He's heading to Haddonfield, I'm telling you, Sheriff!" Howard warned over his cell phone as he drove.

"I would rather not cause a panic, Smith," the Sheriff replied.

"Could you al least look for him?" Howard asked, concerned for the small town.

The Sheriff sighed, then answered, "Sure."

He immediately hung up, and Howard did the same.

A few moments later, he noticed a truck behind the bushes that are beside the road. He proceeded to park near that area to investigate.

"Do you need help?" Howard called.

As he reached the cab of the truck, he discover the driver, wearing only his underwear, lying his head upon the wheel. Howard attempted to lift his head upward, but ended pulling it completely off. Howard dropped and stumbled back. It had not been cut off, no, it had been torn off with someone's bare hands. Immediately, he turned and ran to his car, and sped towards Haddonfield.


As the sun continued to set, the streets of Haddonfield became more active.

"Man..." Sayori sighed. "I wish we got here earlier, we could've dressed up."

"You mean, you still haven't outgrown that?" Natsuki asked.

"You still haven't outgrown manga?" Monika intervened.

Natsuki expressed her anger, but could not speak, so she just sat back down onto the sofa.

"You shouldn't judge if you have the same problem, Natsuki," Yuri said.

"SHUT UP!" Natsuki yelled.


Howard finally arrived at the police station in Haddonfield.

"Sheriff!" he called as he entered.

The Sheriff slowly arose and walked over to Howard's eye view.

"What do you what, Smith?" the Sheriff asked in monotone.

"I have reason to believe that Michael Myers has arrived in Haddonfield," Howard explained.

"How?" the Sheriff asked. "A man could never walk that far."

"Trust me, Sheriff," Howard said. "I found a body just outside the city! He was naked and his head was torn off! He's here! In your town!"

The Sheriff sighed, then said, "I'll give you four hours to prove me wrong, but if you can't, get the heck outta my town."

"Four hours is all I need," Howard said as they left the station.


As the night fell, Michael left, knife in hand, to the old Strode house, which so happened to be the house that Sayori, Natsuki, Yuri, Monika, and Pete were staying in.

He walked the streets, blending in with the crowd, until he reached the house. He stared, watching the house and the inhabitants until Sayori walked onto the porch, in which case, Michael hid behind the bushes at the side of the house.

Sayori was humming loudly as she watched the kids trick-or-treat up and down the street. She leaned on the banister, wishing that she could join them, or at least hand them candy.

Michael walked away to the back, but snapped a twig beneath his feet as he walked, but did not stop.

As he heard Sayori call, "Hello?" he hid.

Sayori walked off the porch to investigate, but before she could reach him, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned swiftly to see Pete.

"Hey, Sayori," he said. "Where're you going?"

"I-I heard something!" she explained.

"Probably a raccoon," Pete speculated. "C'mon, let's go back inside."

Pete led Sayori back into the house as Michael stepped out from behind the house and watched them reenter the house.


"Where are we going, Doctor," the Sheriff asked Howard as they drove.

"The cemetery," he answered. "I just want to be sure. When he killed in this town for the first time in 1978, he stole his sister's tombstone."

"Doc, I'm sure they'd call in a theft if it were to happen," the Sheriff said. "I'd say that you're just paranoid."

"It pays to be paranoid, Sheriff," Howard replied. "Especially if we're dealing with pure evil."

As a response, the Sheriff just sighed and shook his head. They later pulled into the cemetery.

They got out of the car, then progressed to the grave of Judith Myers. They searched for the grave for a few moments before Howard realized a plot with a missing gravestone.

"Sheriff!" Howard called. "Come here!"

As the Sheriff arrived at the grave plot, he was stunned.

Suddenly, Howard grabbed a nearby shovel, and began to dig.

"Woah! What're you doing?!" the Sheriff shouted.

"I have to be sure!" Howard vaguely explained.

The Sheriff grabbed him immediately, then warned, "You continue, you'll be spending the night in a jail cell!"

The Doctor obliged and left with the Sheriff.

When they got to the car, they could here a voice on the radio.

"Sheriff?" he called.

The Sheriff picked up the receiver, and answered, "Sheriff Deckard here. What's the emergency, Deputy?"

"You're needed at the Johnson house..." the deputy answered. "...and you may need to bring a mop, sir."

The Sheriff hesitantly played the receiver on the dashboard as Howard glared at him. Without another word, they drove to the crime scene.


"Uh..guys?" Natsuki called, looking out to the house across the street. "There's something going on over there."

"What is it?" Monika asked as she was entering the living room.

"I don't know yet," Natsuki answered.

"How many cars are there?" Pete asked.

Natsuki counted for a moment, then answered, "Five."

"Why would they need so many cars?" Pete asked himself.

A few minutes passed, then they saw a few bodies riding to the ambulances on gurneys.

Natsuki gasped and backed away from the window.

"What's wrong?" Sayori asked in a soft voice.

Pete touched Natsuki's shoulder, causing her to turn around swiftly, and scream.

"I saw bodies! It was murder!" Natsuki screamed. "There was a murder on our street!"

"Natsuki, calm down!" yelled Monika over Natsuki's cries.

"NO!" screamed Natsuki. "WHAT IF WE'RE NEXT?!"

"We're not next!" Monika said. "We'll be fine."

Though, the writer really has the power to decide if you are next, Monika thought.


"Do you believe me now?" Howard asked the Sheriff as he left.

"Deputy!" the Sheriff called. "Block this road off. Don't let anybody through."

The Deputy obliged.

"Alright, Doctor," the Sheriff sighed. "Worst case scenario is your inmate is still here. If he is, and if he kills again, just know that you were the one in charge of him."

The Sheriff walked off toward the car without saying another word, leaving the Doctor alone.


Sayori, meanwhile, felt a cold draft coming from the back of the house.

She shivered, then spoke, "Does anyone else feel that?"

As nobody answered, she searched for the source of the draft, and found the back door opened. Sayori froze in shock and her mouth gaped open. She backed away from the door only to back into something.

She slowly turned around and saw a man with an expressionless mask and overalls standing behind her. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The man grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the door. He put her head in between the door and the wall, and he slammed the door shut.

Before he did so, her last thought was of Pete as the door closed on her skull, crushing it, killing her instantly. Michael, then, dragged her body outside to store it until he was ready for it.