Ta-da! Have another chapter!

Disclaimer: Should I continue with the crediting people or nah? At this point y'all know who belongs to who.

Like he said he would, Michael sat on the bed, thinking about the conversation he had had with Ghostface. Maybe he's right. The Curse IS strongest on Halloween and too strong for me to control when I get angered. With their help, I might be able to gain the strength I need to overcome it completely. He looked down at his thinning figure. The first step is getting myself in better shape. I need to eat more. He glanced at the ice cream Ghostface had set on the nightstand. It had already half melted. Michael's stomach growled. Not the healthiest choice, but it's a start. He picked up the bowl and ate a spoonful. Damn. This tastes better than I remember. Maybe it's because everything tastes better when you're hungry and I am STARVING.

He continued to eat a bit when suddenly he felt as though he was being watched. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked around the room. When he realized he was the only one in the room, he shrugged off the feeling and tried to focus on the bowl in his lap. Or at least he tried to brush off the feeling. He still felt as though he wasn't the only one in the room.

Suddenly a slight noise was heard from behind him. It almost sounded like a thump. Michael swiveled around in the direction of the sound. It was coming from the closet. He tried to look into it from where he sat, but it was too dark. Then a realization dawned on him.

Wasn't that closet closed the entire time I was in here?

The answer? Yes.

Michael set the bowl aside and stood up. Part of him wanted to ask who was there, but he knew better. Calling out "Who's there?" is a death wish. He reached into the back pocket of his mechanic suit and realized the knife was still there. He pulled it out and looked at it. It was still stained with blood from Halloween night. Michael didn't want to look at it. He wanted to chuck it out the window. No. he told himself. This time, I'm not using it to kill. I'm using it to defend myself in case I need to.

Cautiously, Michael approached the closet, knife at the ready. He hesitantly, but steadily, reached for the door and slowly opened the door a little wider. At first, he saw nothing, but then he saw a glint of white move.

"Ghostie? Ghostie is that you?"

No response.

"Ghostface, I swear to God, if that's you pulling a pra-"

Michael got cut off when a black blur lunged at him and pinned him to the floor. Michael struggled a bit, but then stopped to get a closer look at his attacker. He couldn't tell who it was for they were wearing Ghostface's robe and mask. But he still thought it was Ghostface trying to pull some kind of joke.

"Timmy? What the hell are you doing?" Michael asked in pure confusion and shock.

The person behind the mask didn't answer. Instead, they pulled a needle out of the robe that was filled with some sort of liquid Michael slightly recognized, but he couldn't quite place it. The attacker jabbed the needle into Michael's arm, injecting the substance. Then they pulled out another needle and did the same thing to the other arm.

Whatever was in the needle, Michael felt its effects immediately. Whatever energy he had left was drained and drowsiness was taking over his weakened state. Michael immediately recognized the drug - Thorazine. He'd been drugged with it many times back at the asylum.

Weakly, Michael took another look at his attacker. "Who ... the hell ... are you?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'll reveal myself when the time is right," the attacker responded, clearly using the voice box.

That was the last thing Michael heard before blackness completely overtook him.

Meanwhile downstairs, Ghostface, Laurie, and Jamie were all gathered on the couch. The dogs were snuggled next to each other on the floor in front of them. They were watching How To Train Your Dragon. Well, Laurie and Jamie were. Ghostface was half paying attention. Every five seconds, he would glance up the stairs, hoping to see Michael.

Suddenly, Dagger's ear pricked up and he looked at the stairs. Then he stood up and started barking very loudly and very rapidly.

Everyone looked at the Shepherd in shock. Spirit, who was starting to doze off, looked at her friend in confusion. Then her ears pricked up, too, and she started barking as well.

"Why are they barking?" Jamie asked, worriedly.

"I dunno," Ghostface said. "They can't be hungry, can they? They just ate."

"They seem pretty focused on the stairs," Laurie remarked.

Suddenly, Spirit gently grabbed Ghostface's risk and pulled. Dagger grabbed his other wrist and pulled as well. Ghostface gave in and stood up. The two dogs ran to the bottom of the stairs, stopped and looked back at Ghostface. Ghostface just gave them a confused look. Dagger looked at the stairs, back at Ghostface, and barked.

"I think they want me to follow them," Ghostface told Laurie and Jamie. "Something must be wrong."

Laurie shrugged. "So follow them."

Ghostface went over to the stairs and started to climb them. The dogs sprinted ahead of him and waited at the top. When Ghostface caught up, they sprinted to their room and scratched at the door.

Ghostface's eyes widened. "Mikey," he said under his breath and ran to the door. He grabbed the knob, gave it a jerk, and shoved the door open.

Frantically, he looked around the room. The dogs were sniffing around the room. Dagger whined.

"Michael?" Ghostface called.

No response.

"Michael!" Ghostface tried again, only a little louder this time.

Still no response.

"Michael Myers!" Ghostface raised his voice. He had also realized he played the full name card, but if Michael was there then surely it would have gotten his attention.

There was still no response.

Fear started rising in Ghostface's chest. He continued to search the room. "LAURIE! JAMIE! GET UP HERE QUICK!"

Laurie and Jamie responded immediately and burst into the room.

"What's wrong?!" Laurie asked, panic filling her voice.

"Michael's missing. We can't find him anywhere," Ghostface frantically explained.

"Where could he be?" Laurie asked.

"I dunno."

"Let's keep looking around. You stay up here, we'll check out downstairs," Laurie said.

"You really think he would have come downstairs without us noticing?" Ghostface asked.

"He has the ability, yes," Laurie said as she led Jamie towards the stairs.

Ghostface inwardly shrugged and continued to search the room. Then he noticed the closet door was wide open.

When I came in here earlier, that was closed. Ghostface realized.

He approached the closet and looked inside.

All he saw were clothes.

Ghostface was about to turn and leave, but then he noticed something.

His mask and robe were gone.

This night is getting more mysterious by the minute. Ghostface thought as he searched the closet. No sign of his lover or his killer attire.

He checked every room upstairs.

Nothing.

He went downstairs and nearly crashed into Laurie and Jamie.

"He's not down here," Laurie said, worriedly.

"He's not upstairs, either. But that's not all. My mask and robe are missing."

"This is so weird. Where could he be?"

Suddenly piano notes were heard. But not just ANY piano notes.

The Halloween theme song.

Laurie and Jamie looked around.

"Where is that coming from?" Laurie asked.

"Oh," Ghostface said as he pulled his phone from his pocket. "It's my phone. This is what I hear whenever Michael calls." Then he realized what he had just said. "Wait, Michael's calling! We can find out where he is!" he said excitedly.

"Go on! Answer it!" Laurie said with equal enthusiasm.

Ghostface pressed the green button and brought the phone to his ear. "Michael, where the he-"

"Hello, Tim," said a voice on the other end, cutting him off.

Ghostface froze. He knew that voice all too well. It was the voice of the voice box.

It was the voice of another Ghostface.

Dun dun duuuuunnnnn!

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