~*October 30th*~

After a night of wild, kinky sex and some tasty fried chicken, Sam and Freddie awakened from a blissful coma of lust. "We're still alive, Fredward," Sam said as she kissed him passionately on the lips. "Do you think we should check on the others? Make sure they are still alive?"

"Sure," Freddie said. "I hope no more of my tech equipment has been damaged, if anyone else got murdered during our night of sex."

"And I hope nothing has happened to the food in the kitchen," said Sam as her stomach let out a fierce and ferocious growl.

Freddie didn't know how anyone's stomach could growl so loudly after eating a whole plate of delicious fried chicken like Sam had devoured the night before. After the chicken, she practically attacked him in bed. They had sex with lots of moaning, gyrating, and groaning. In fact, they had tried it in every position possible on the bed, across the vanity, and even in the window-seat. "Ohhhh Freddie, you're an ANIMAL!" Sam had told him after her fourteenth orgasm. Freddie could only grin in pleasure. Being with Sam through out the night and experiencing complete ecstasy, Freddie had almost forgotten all about the murders... but in the light of day, he remembered the stench that was festering in the attic. They had to make sure that their friends had survived the night.

After they got dressed and left Judith's bedroom in the Myer's family home, Freddie and Sam started searching all over the house for the others. They couldn't find Melanie, Carly, or Gibby. "Where could they be hiding?" Freddie wondered as they were walking from room to room.

"I dunno, but they better not be in the kitchen, hiding under the sink and eating ALL of my food," Sam said in a little hiss.

"They probably found some really good hiding spots," Freddie assumed as they walked toward Michael's bedroom where Nevel and Mandy had been sleeping since the beginning of the project. Now it was just Nevel's, because Mandy had been murdered the day before.

When they stepped into Michael's room, something was amiss. Once again, there were blood splatters all over the walls. Nevel had written "Michael Myers" in his own blood, just before his death. He seemed to have been stabbed by a huge, deadly blade.

"Nevel's dead!" Sam exclaimed. "But where's Mr. Tibbals?"

Sam and Freddie couldn't find Nevel's pet porcupine anywhere. "Poor little thing. Michael must have made him into a bloody porcupine Popsicle," Freddie said sadly.

They didn't know that Michael had taken Mr. Tibbals as his own little pet after the unfortunate demise of his own pet rat he had been keeping in his basement hideout. Mr. Tibbals was an intelligent pet. He made Michael very happy. What made Michael happy most of all was seeing Nevel's blood splattered all over the room as Nevel begged like a scared little girl for his life.

"Don't kill me. I am a virgin!" Nevel had sobbed.

Michael enjoyed laying into Nevel Papperman. He was angry because Nevel had been hanging out in his room and sleeping in his bed. Nevel had discovered all his secrets, including the hidden room that could only be accessed from Michael's closet. Michael was hiding in that very room, watching on the monitors as he cuddled with Mr. Tibbals, his new little pet. Now he had a vantage point. He could easily find his next victim or victims. He was getting closer to killing them ALL! One by one, they'd die for entering his home. He didn't like to share. He wanted all of the intruders dead.

"We better find Carly and Gibbs and Mel right now," Sam said to Freddie. "We need their help to carry Nevel's dead body up to the attic. But before we do that, let's head down to the kitchen for a snack. I'm hungry for some ham."

"I knew you'd say that," Freddie said as he followed Sam out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.

Sam reached into the fridge and grabbed a platter containing a huge slab of ham. "Want any, Freddie?" she asked. "You need to keep up your strength, you know... for our next round of freaky sex."

Freddie sat down at the table and let out a heavy sigh. "All you can think of is food and sex... while I am worried about our friends. I want ALL of us to get out of here... ALIVE."

Sam was munching on the ham happily as if she didn't hear him. She had gone into a food trance. Freddie knew it was best not to provoke her when she was starving. She might just become rabid and attack him.

While searching for a hiding place, Melanie had discovered a secret passageway under the staircase. As she went into the cobweb-infested tunnel, she found herself standing outside the Myer's residence. "Thank God,' she said with a sigh of relief. "I've found the way out!"

Running around frantically, Melanie cried out for help. "Someone help me please! My friends are being murdered! An innocent beaver has died... and my crush, Adam... he was cruelly killed while taking my virginity!"

As loudly as she screamed, no one seemed to be listening...

Carly and Gibby had found a comfortable hiding space in the master bedroom's walk-in closet. "Gibby, this might be our last day on earth," Carly spoke. "Do you think we should... have sex?"

"Well, I think that if we have to die, then we should give in to our passions," Gibby said as he looked into her eyes. "I know you'll love it, Carly, because I'm awesome."

Carly smiled. "I know it will be special with you,' she said as gave Gibby a passionate kiss and pulled him down on top of her in their comfy "bed" made up of old clothing and blankets.

"Be gentle,' Gibby said softly against Carly's sweet lips. "I'm a virgin."

"I'm a virgin, too," Carly said as they were stripping off their clothes, throwing them every which way as they prepared to deflower one another.

Neither one of them knew that Michael Myers was standing over them, holding a wicked blade. The silver knife was still dripping with Nevel's blood. Michael was ready to take another victim... but this time, he was thinking of taking two...