Disclaimer: I do not own the Halloween franchise nor am I affiliated with John Carpenter, Rob Zombie nor Dimension Films in any way. 'Halloween Night' is a work of complete fiction and any similarities or references to any persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
Author's Note: I've been wanting to write a Halloween themed story for quite some time, so I've decided to pen a chaptered short story that takes place over the course of Halloween night, 31 October 2012. In addition, I've been writing it as I imagine it if it were a film, so for each chapter, I'll provide a song that I'd like my readers to play while they read; each song fits the theme and setting of the chapter and was intended to set the mood as well. I hope you all enjoy this and please, if you've the time, give a review and let me know what you think!
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31 October 2012
Wednesday; 6:57pm
Nights in White Satin – The Moody Blues
Dean rolled to the edge of his bed and picked up his new phone from the nightstand. He swiped his finger across the screen and read the text message he'd received. It was from Patrick: "Can I come over now and hang out with you for a bit?" Dean paused for a moment and listened to what sounded like a car running outside of his house. He walked over to his window on the opposite wall, which faced the front of the house. Patrick was sitting in his car outside staring at his phone. Dean laughed and opened the window, waving in an attempt to catch his boyfriend's attention. He whistled and Patrick looked up and glanced around before finally noticing Dean practically hanging out of the bedroom window. He motioned with a finger for Patrick to come inside and headed downstairs to unlock the door.
Dean's father came into the living room from his office and walked past his son as he was opening the door. Patrick, wearing a clown mask, pushed the door open as Dean unlocked it and growled heavily. Dean jumped back and screamed, knocking the family cat off the top of the couch and his father lost balance, slipped on the polished wood floor thanks to his wool socks and fell, taking one of the end tables with him.
Patrick threw off the mask and fell against the wall, laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach and curled into a ball. Dean's mother came running into the room with the feather duster she'd been using to clean the bookshelves in the sun room, waving it in the air. "Is everyone alright?!" Patrick glanced up at her and started laughing even harder.
Dean's father picked himself up along with the end table and shook his head. "Yes, thank you, Sarah, because God forbid we were in any real danger, your feather duster of doom would have saved us all." Dean started laughing and Sarah shook the feather duster in her husband's face and walked away. Bellatrix, the Turkish Angora, walked over to the clown mask and sniffed it. The moment she did, she jumped back and ran across the room, darting across Dean's father who was heading back to his office. "Jesus H. fucking Popsicle, this family is full of nut-jobs."
Patrick stood up and kicked the mask toward the recliner and glanced at Dean with a large smile on his face. "Happy Halloween, handsome." Dean shook his head and retreated upstairs with Patrick following closely behind. "Oh come on, you can't tell me that wasn't funny."
Dean chuckled slightly. "The only thing I found remotely hilarious," he stated as he closed his bedroom door behind his boyfriend, "Was my father falling over and taking half of the living room with him." Patrick started laughing again and collapsed onto Dean's bed. "But I'm glad you find giving my family a joint case of heart failure to be the ultimate form of amusement, dude."
Patrick kicked off his shoes and moved over as Dean sat on the bed, taking his phone from the nightstand. "Is that the new one?" Dean nodded. "Good, I'm glad you got the same phone; I have something for you." Patrick reached into the pocket of his faux-leather motorcycle jacket and handed him a phone case. "It's called the Defender; it protects the phone from water, shock and butterfinger damage." Dean shot him a glare and smirked, taking the case and securing his phone inside of it. "Don't say I don't love you," Patrick remarked.
Dean leaned over and kissed him, taking in the scent of his famous cologne that he's worn for years. "Thank you." He stretched and leaned back onto the bed, resting his head on Patrick's shoulder. "Do we have to go to the club?"
Patrick sighed, "Would it kill you to be social for – I don't know – five minutes of the day?" Patrick put an arm around him. "Come on, you know I love being alone with you and just hanging out, but I want to go out and do things with you too. Jodie hasn't seen you in far too long and when I told her you were coming, she was extra excited to be throwing the party." Dean shrugged his shoulders. "The guys are happy that you're going too. Andrew's been bugging me to bring you around…don't ask me why. It'll be fun."
Dean looked up and nodded, smiling. He stared at Patrick for a few moments, taking in his features as his face was painted with the gorgeous light of the sun setting through the windows. He kissed Dean on his forehead and closed his eyes. Dean's eyes wandered up and down Patrick's face; his facial hair was growing again, as the stubble was starting to show through. He could see the tattoo on Patrick's neck through his stretched ear lobes – a large diamond with vintage blue and white shading – Dean couldn't remember if he'd finally sized up to a complete inch. If there's one thing that Patrick had that made Dean fall in love with him, it was the fact that the body modifications he had worked for him; whether it be the stretched lobes, the two tattoos on his neck, the sleeve tattoos he had on both arms, the diamond Monroe piercing or the vertical labret piercing. Patrick knew what he liked and knew what looked good on him, both with his modifications and his clothes.
Patrick sighed after a few moments of silence, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Dean, are you okay?" Dean shrugged his shoulders. "You haven't been yourself – you seem on edge. I know you…what's wrong?"
Dean sat up on the bed and leaned his head against the wall. "I saw something today. David – Mr. Masterson – was outside when I came home from school, dressed up and ready to scare Jack when he arrived. I thought he was…someone else from a distance."
Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Who'd you think he was?"
Dean sighed. "Michael Myers. I know – it's foolish. But then I was in my room earlier and I looked out the window and he was standing in his yard, staring at me. I had a million thoughts race in my mind. I mean, it's not like he knew I was going to the window, so why was he just standing there, watching? It was then that I looked away just to dial my mother's office and when I looked out the window again, Mr. Masterson was coming into his driveway from the street…in normal clothes. Patrick…you can't tell me it was the same person."
Patrick scratched his face. "Yeah, that is a little weird. Babe, it was probably just someone dressed up as Myers, trying to scare you…or anyone. I mean, no offence but it's not like you're Laurie Strode's relative or something. If he was still alive – which I'm sure he's not – why would he go after you? Unless he wants to fuck you, because I would."
Dean couldn't help but laugh. "Patrick, come on. I'm serious." He sighed. "Can you see why I didn't want to go out tonight?"
Patrick laughed. "Don't be afraid of anything, handsome. I'll be by your side the entire night and you know Ryan keeps his gun hidden in his car." He pulled Dean close to him and held him tight. "Halloween puts a lot of people on edge. You aren't alone and you won't be alone."
Dean sighed. "I love you."
"I love you too, Dean. You have nothing to worry about. Michael Myers is fucking dead."