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Chapter 4
Angel suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on a bed with a thin sheet covering her small body. She sat up and soon regretted doing so. She felt a searing pain go down her arm and back. She closed her eyes in pain for a moment and put her hand on her arm. She felt bandages there and then she opened her green eyes. She looked at her bandaged arm. Then she looked around the dark room. The room was old and the window next to her was cracked and dusty. She got up off the bed and went to the closet and opened it. She found a small photo Album and a journal. She sat on the floor and opened to album. There was one labeled mom and me. A woman sat on a swing laughing with a young boy. She looked at another labeled Angel me and mom. Michael was sitting on the counter top with his mom, who was carving a pumpkin. Angel sat beside Michael and had her hand inside the pumpkin.
Angel flipped through a couple of pages and came to one labeled Halloween. It was of Angel and Michael right before she had to go home. Angel closed the album and sighed. She then opened the journal and saw it was written in red pen. But she quickly closed it as she heard footsteps down the hall. She then put the album and journal back were it was and went to the door frame and peeked around the corner. There was girl that looked panicked and hurt who ran into the bathroom. Angel quietly followed her into the bathroom. She found her huddled in the tube. She pulled back the curtain and the woman looked up at her. She started to cry.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked extending her hand to the girl.
She took it and almost fell on her. "No, some man is trying to kill me!" she said through sobs.
Angel looked at the woman at first. "Who are you?" Angle asked.
"I'm Laurie Strode." Angel's fist suddenly tightened.
"That is your brother that is trying to kill you. Do you not know that you are adopted?"
She shook her head. She then whimpered as they heard footsteps.
Angel turned around and faced Michael Myers, who stood with knife in hand.
