A/N: I do not own Halloween. Just the plot and OCs.

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Terra stared into the night shy, her curly strawberry blond hair tied in a bun today, and wearing the prettiest red polter dress. Despite her roommate's warning, she is sitting over the ledge of the roof, while dangerous, gives her a better look around the house to see if Michael would turn up.

Ever since signing the contract to move in this house, Terra had always sat here, watching and waiting. For reasons unknown even to her, she had always dreamed of being taken by Michael Myers.

She didn't care if he was a serial killer, she didn't care if he was a psychopath, she didn't even care when her family and/or Danna warned her. Terra knew that their meeting was not only inevitable, but predetermined. She has dreamed ahout it, as if it's happening right in front of her:

How Michael would stepped out from the bushes, and saw Terra, sitting there, presumably stargazing. Then he would come to her (after maybe killing Danna, but Terra's too up in dreamland to care), covered in crimson blood, ready to stab her...but then he would stopped, and gaze into her innocent eyes, and see no fear in them. Slowly he will lowered the knife, and cupped her face in his strong hands. She would touch the latex mask, and with that, his mask would be removed, and she would se...

"TEERRRAAAA!" A shrill scream filled the air, interrupting her fantasies of the Shape. Terra recognized it was Danna. Danna never screams like that, unless it was something important.

"Ugh...Danna, can't you respect a girl's moment of daydreaming!?" She groaned and walked downstairs, to see what got her screaming so loud. Upon descending the stairs, sounds of struggling and furniture breaking became more audible, and Terra went from annoyed to freaked out.

"Could...could it be a burglar?" Terra thought, and grabbed a conviently placed umbrella. Peering through the door to the living room, ready to smack whoever it was in the house (unless it was Michael).

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Danna must admit, she may have underestimated Michael Myers, just a little bit.

But to be fair, she seem to be an even match with him. The fact she used a long katana, means she can slice him, and keeps him far away that his kitchen knife couldn't reach her.

But then Michael is fast, really fast. She learned sword fighting for 3 years, and yet her training had not paid off. Danna has swing who knows how many times, but only a few managed to hit him (in the chest, at the shoulder, and in the knee).

Not to mention he knows how to use the furniture to his advantage. She was caught off guard, when he turned the lights off and hid in the shadows. While he did get the jump on her the few times, she was still standing and mananged to avoid his stabs.

Right now, they are at a stale mate. She was getting tired, and while Michael still stood tall, his shoulder was rising up and down, signalling he was out of breath.

"Good...this is my chance...if I strike now...I could maybe get him on the floor for a quick decapitation..." she thought, gripping the handle a little tighter.

Michael seem to get the idea, and raises his knife. It was tense, one waiting for the other to make the first move.

"Dammit, now how am I supposed to attack him...?" She thought. Now, she would need a distraction.

"MICHAEL MYERS!" Terra's shriek cut the tension like a laser cutter. Michael's head turned to Terra so fast, she could hear bone snapping.

"BINGO!" That was the opening she needed. And with that, Danna charged sword in hand, ready to chop some heads. But it seems her momentum was too much, since she tripped, and only inexplicably stabbed the Shape in the neck. Then toppling over him.

Terra visibly paled, her mouth gaping open like a fish. Then her eyes rolled back and passed out.

Danna looked around, with the twitching Michael Myers under her. And the unconscious best friend by the doorway.

All she could do was facepalm.

"Might as well cancel tomorrow's shift..." she grumbled. Something's telling her this night is only the calm before the storm.

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A/N: please leave a review so I can impove on my work.