I hope you are excited to get to this long-awaited chapter! I am sorry, but this definitely is a very long chapter! Almost five times longer than the minimal ones I have posted. I wanted to post this on Oct 27, which was the 3-Anniversary since Season 2, but sadly no, not even yesterday—which the new teaser for Halloween Kills had just been released! I could have had this chapter posted tomorrow, which is Halloween! But I think you waited long enough!

Technically, this update is overall the 11th Chapter I have posted. From now I am going title my chapters. This is the 11th posted chapter in this story, obviously 11 is the favorite number in Stranger Things—but also before Halloween Kills, there are currently 11 Halloween movies that have been released in the span of 40 years!

I hope you long-awaited this chapter and the answers the characters want to hear—and now the heroes of Haddonfield and Hawkins have gathered together in Mike's basement—basically the first base of operations of the Party, besides the Byers' house and Hopper's cabin. This could be like a nice Halloween campfire story to read with friends—especially at night! For those of you who may not have seen or forgot about the 1978 film—Enjoy!

Hawkins, Indiana

October 30, 1985

The Wheeler Residence

"So," Loomis said, while looking around the basement of the Wheeler's. "This is where you… gather together I suppose."

Laurie looked around the place, as she sat on the couch next to Loomis and Owens, while having Karen on her lap. The basement looked cozier and comfortable than her own basement, though that did not excuse the mess it was kind of was. There were a few coke cans lying around, blankets strewn on the couches they were sitting on, on their right was a tv with an Atari connected to it. On the walls were several notes and a few movie posters—the one that stood out was John Carpenter's The Thing—it made Laurie a bit nostalgic, since it a remake of a certain movie that had been playing when she was babysitting Tommy Doyle and Lindsey Wallace… on that fateful night.

"Well, it's kind of cozy." That was what Laurie had to say.

Owens tried to smile. "Well, this may be my first time being here."

"Yeah, no sh*t." Nancy muttered, her arms crossed and was still glaring at the former Hawkins Director. The whole Hawkins gang were on the opposite side, just across the residents of Haddonfield. Most were standing up, and some were sitting on stools across from the strangers. "What is he doing here?"

"Nancy," Jonathan said, trying to reassure his girlfriend. "Calm down."

"Calm down?!" Nancy said appalled. "With this man?! This man is with them! The very same people who were responsible for the hell we had to go through for the past two years!"

Owens looked down a bit ashamed. Hopper said, "Look, I get it. But right now, at this moment, there is something far worse going on."

"Yes," Mike said. "Which is why we agreed we come here."

Nancy's eyes widened. "This was your idea, Mike?! To bring this guy here into our home!"

"Can you guys please stop fighting." Will said, who was starting to be distressed by the situation.

"Mommy?" The group turned their attention at Karen, who was sitting on Laurie's lap. "What is that?" The toddler pointed in a direction across the room—towards Mike's blanket-fort.

Laurie looked at Mike, the boy understood. "Oh, that." Mike said to little Karen. "That's my blanket-fort."

"Can I go there?" The little girl asked.

For a moment, Mike was a bit unsure to entrust toddler playing under the blanket-fort, his younger sister was a toddler like her, but she didn't come down to the basement much, which would mean little chance she would come to the blanket-fort and might tear it down. The blanket-fort was the special place he made for El. El put a hand on his shoulder and nodded. Mike decided it was okay. He nodded to the little girl, and girl was very pleased as she crawled out of her mother's lap and made her way to the fort—away from the tension of the group.

Owens felt relieved that Laurie's daughter won't be close to hear what they are all about to talk about. The doctor said: "Listen, I know some of you may be wary of me—due to my past position. The people I had been associated with had caused more trouble you could have ever ask for in your lives." He looked to the faces of Nancy, Joyce, and Eleven—the ones who felt a lot of pain caused by the Lab he worked for. "But I promise you—I have come back to Hawkins to help you."

"First of all," Joyce said. "Who are you two?" She motioned her hand at Loomis and Laurie. "Are you doctors as well?"

Loomis shook his head. "No. But I am a doctor, but I don't work with the Department of Energy, nor I ever have been with them."

"Yes." El said, the group looking at her after what she said. She looked at her friends. "He's a good doctor."

"My name is Dr. Sam Loomis." Loomis said. "I am a psychiatrist at Smith's Grove Sanitorium, in Illinois."

"Ill…" El tried to pronounce. "…annoy?"

Hopper and Mike looked at her and realized El may still need time learning the names of the states, but now was not the time.

"And my name is Laurie Strode." Laurie said. "My home is in Haddonfield, Illinois. And as you have seen…" He gestured at little Karen who was making herself at home in the blanket-fort. "That's my daughter."

"You're not a doctor?" Nancy asked.

"No, I'm not."

"Are you and Dr. Loomis here, related?" Joyce asked.

Laurie and Loomis looked at each, before she looked back at them. "He's been a really good friend to me for many years. You can say he is family."

"Haddonfield?" Dustin said. "Why does that sound familiar?"

The group looked at Dustin. "Wait, Dustin?" Mike said. "Don't tell me you've been there?"

"No. I just said it sounded familiar, like something I read. I mean Smith's Grove sounds familiar."

"You mean like Pennhurst?" Lucas said.

"Or Grace Anderson Sanitorium?" Max said. The group then looked at the redhead. She noticed them looking at her and started to explain. "It's a looney bin in California." She looked at Laurie and Loomis. "I'm from California."

"How do you know that place?" Dustin said, before his smile mischievously. "You got family there, Max?"

Max then glared at him. "Bite my fist, Dustin!" She raised her closed fist threateningly, which made Dustin balked back. It caused Lucas, Will, and even Steve to almost snicker—Hopper was not impressed.

"Were not here to talk about that." The chief said. "Were here because of what happened yesterday with the bus crash."

That caught the group's attention.

"A bus crashed?" Nancy asked, her eyes widened.

"When?" Jonathan asked.

"Yesterday," Hopper said, his expression grim. "It was a prison bus from St. Culpa's Sanitorium. It crashed around the night before yesterday."

"You mean the same night as the blackout?" Will asked, feeling a bit concerned.

Hopper sighed. "Yes. The morning after, we found four guards dead… and we found Greg Cole dead… his neck was broken. He was murdered."

The caused Nancy to gasp, Jonathan looking concerned, and Joyce putting a hand to her mouth. She remembered Carol coming in the other day and telling the terrible news that happened. She knew Betty Cole and her family, and how nice they were. The fact that her husband was murdered was horrible… and there was the part that her son was missing as well.

"By whom?" Steve said. The deputy in training was starting to feel agitated.

Hopper turned his gaze towards Loomis, and the group did as well.

Loomis looked down a bit, before looking up at them with a grim expression. "The man… the thing who would do this kind of crime… no doubt without hesitation or second thought… he was former patient of mine—his name is Michael Myers."

The room became silent as the name started to resonate in their ears.

Michael Myers.

El felt cold after hearing that name again. She thought back to the feeling remember last night… and the man in the…

"Michael Myers?" Dustin said, testing the word out loud, as if trying to find a ring in it.

"It sounds familiar… but" Nancy said. "I don't know."

"Okay," Max said. "Well, now we know his name—question is who exactly is this guy?"

"Yeah," Lucas said. "You said you would tell us."

Loomis looked at Owens. He nodded, as the man handed him a file from his coat. Loomis opened the file that detailed his former patient. He pulled out a picture for the group to see.

"Who are they?" Joyce said, while looking at the picture.

"This is the Myers Family." Loomis said while holding up the picture of the family of four: A father with his wife by his side. Below their faces, crouching down was a pretty girl in her teens, and right next to her—was a little boy with blonde hair, but had a neutral expression on his face. "Donald Myers, his wife Edith Myers. Their only daughter, Judith, and their youngest child and only son—Michael."

The group almost crouch together to get a good look at the family in the photo—but they most particularly wanted to get a look of the boy with the unequal expression on his face.

"So," Will said. "That's him."

"Gee," Steve said. "Seriously… that's the guy?"

"Well, duh," Max said sarcastically at Steve. "What were you expecting? That is what he looked like as a kid."

El stared at the boy's face and felt cold as it looked like the boy in the photo was looking at them—at her.

Jonathan almost shuddered at how content the family in the photo looked. "How… what happened?" The grouped looked back at Loomis.

Loomis lowered the photo down, he closed his eyes before opening up to continue saying: "It started—well, the horror began—in 1963—on Halloween night—when Donald and Edith came back home—they found their daughter—Judith—had been stabbed to death—by Michael."

There came a horrified gasp from across the group. Nancy and Jonathan widened their eyes in terror. Steve felt like he was going to be sick. Joyce put a hand to her mouth in horror. Hopper's jaw fell, as he stood back appalled. The kids looked shocked and dumbstruck at the horrifying information they just heard. Will felt even colder. El could only gasp at the mention of such a heinous act.

"Oh my g*d…" Max said, before putting a hand to her mouth.

"Wh-what…" Joyce could barely remove the hand from her mouth. "His sister… his own sister?"

"Why?" Mike said. "Why the hell would he do that?"

"To be honest," Loomis said. "We never understood the reason why. Before, the Myers were known to be a decent family. The father was never a drunk who would shout or beat his family. They would attend weekly church every Sunday. We didn't know if it was hate or jealously that drove him… for so long we never understood what drove him to this evil act—an act that will define his life forever."

"You mean," Hopper said. "You never understood why? Did he ever talk about it?"

Loomis looked at Hopper. "It gets stranger than that. Ever since that night—Michael never said or even uttered a single word for the foremost of his life."

"He…" Will said. "He doesn't speak?"

"Oh," Loomis said. "He can speak, alright. He just chooses not to."

"Dr. Loomis?" Nancy said. "You said that you were his doctor."

Loomis nodded. "Yes. After that night, Michael was declared insane and transferred to Smith's Grove Sanitorium. He was a child at the time, and he could not be tried until he came of age. I was appointed to take him as my patient—which would last for fifteen years."

"Fifteen years?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes."

"It really… took that long to cure him?" Joyce asked.

Loomis sighed. "It may be hard to believe. But any progress I had in trying to reach Michael—was as just the same as the day he came to Smith's Grove. Minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, days turned to months and on to years. No matter what I said or our combine treatments for him—Michael was always in the same state. Most of the time you would find him spending his days sitting in his chair just staring at the window. Barely moving any muscle and never—ever speak a word at all. Since the night he killed his sister, he imprisoned himself in this catatonic state, never even showing the slightest emotion."

The group could only be astounded at what they just heard. A man who remained in a somewhat catatonic state for 15 years.

"Fifteen years." Max said, almost in awe.

"Just doing nothing." Lucas said.

"Or saying anything." Will said.

"Man," Dustin said. "Were just a year away from turning fifteen. That whole time in the nuthouse is like—"

"—a lifetime." Steve finished for him.

As much as it disturbed El, Michael's case started to remind her of something very familiar—or at least someone.

Her mother. Terry Ives.

The woman who brought her into this world. The woman who didn't got the chance to raise her. The woman who couldn't get the chance to love her.

El did her best to repress her tears when thinking about her mother. But even now, as it had almost several years ago—when her mother broke into the lab to find her—she was taken by the bad men—and was put to…

450.

After that, Terry could only repeat the events in her head and uttering words. She would spend her days rocking in her chair and staring at the tv. Not being able to talk to her family, not being able to walk with her, not being able to hug her daughter and say…

El quickly wiped her eyes with her hand. Mike noticed, but before he could ask El what was wrong—Hopper asked Loomis a question.

"You said you cared for him for fifteen years? What happened… at the end of those fifteen years?"

Loomis looked at Laurie, their expressions grim… remembering the very year it happened. Loomis looked back Hopper. "What I feared happened… in 1978."

"1978?" Hopper asked, his brows a bit furrowed.

"Yes." Laurie said. "And none of us will ever forget that year. The year everything changed."

Hopper could tell by the way their faces were down, and at the same time he felt it as well…

"Are you alright, Chief?" Owens asked.

"What?" Hopper regained his sense of reality again. "Yeah, I was just… remembering."

1978. It was a year that everything changed for Hopper. It was when he was still married to Diane. When he was still living New York. At it came crashing down… when he lost Sarah.

1978 was the year he lost Sarah. His daughter.

"Can you tell us…" Mike said. "…what happened."

Loomis began again. "On 1978—fifteen years after Michael came to Smith's Grove—on the night before Halloween—he escaped."

There came a gasp from the group.

"How did he escape?" Nancy asked.

"We barely… we barely know how he did it." Loomis said. "But I knew the evil had escaped. I couldn't stand by and wait—so the next morning—of October 31st—I immediately drove to Haddonfield."

"Haddonfield?" Hopper said. "Why would he go there out of all places? How would you know he would go there?"

"Haddonfield was his home, right?" Will said.

"Yes." Joyce said. "It would make sense. This… this man… he spent most of his life in a prison—and the one place you could think of—is the last place you were raised in."

Loomis nodded, agreeing with Joyce. "On the way to Haddonfield, I found his patient cloth abandoned—I realized he was donning a new set of clothes to wear. And my fears were realized when it was reported later—that a mechanic named Christopher Hastings—was found naked and dead in a ditch—his clothes were taken. He left a wife and daughter behind."

"Oh, dear…" Joyce said, putting a hand to her heart.

"When I got to Haddonfield, I met with the Sheriff and the police to tell them who was in their town. Then they responded to an alert that a store had been robbed. Only things that were taken was a pile of rope, a knife, and a mask."

"A mask?" El said.

"Yes. What better way to hide from the authorities—when you could put a mask on—like anyone would do on Halloween."

"Okay," Lucas said. "I don't think I like where this is going."

"I wish I knew then." Laurie said, and the group turned their attention on her.

"What do you mean?" Joyce asked.

Laurie was looking down in a guilty expression, before turning her eyes up to look at the group. She looked at Loomis, and he nodded. She took a breath and began.

"You are wondering who I am exactly. I'm not a doctor or a nurse. Truth is—I am… or was a typical girl from a typical neighborhood. My father is a real estate agent, in charge of Strode Real Estate. One of the houses, my father was intent on selling on the market—was the Myers house."

There came a silence amongst the group.

"The Myers house?" Dustin said.

"The place where…" Lucas said.

"But what happened to the parents? Michael's parents?" Mike asked.

Loomis said. "The Myers sold their house and left Haddonfield a few years after the death of their daughter and loss of their son."

Laurie said. "Since then, children would joke about the Myers place as still being haunted. Until my father planned on selling it, it had never been occupied or bought by anyone. It stood out from all the houses of Haddonfield. It's color and structure decaying—like an empty shell without a snail inside it.

"On the morning of Halloween—my parents were leaving town to attend a party—before my father left, he asked me to drop the keys at the Myers house on my way to school. The moment I dropped the keys at the doorstep—I had the feeling—that someone was watching me."

"You mean," Nancy said, almost afraid. "You were being stalked—by Michael?"

"Yes." Laurie said. "Even when I was at school—I looked out of the window—and I saw man—wearing a white mask—staring at me. When I looked again—he was gone."

El started to shudder. A white mask. The white mask she saw last night through the void.

"Even when I was leaving school with my friends Lynda and Annie, I could see him staring at me from afar. That night—Annie, who was Sheriff Brackett's daughter, was babysitting Lindsey Wallace at her house—I was babysitting Tommy Doyle at his house—which was across street from the Wallace's."

"You're a babysitter?" Steve said, almost eagerly.

Laurie looked at Steve. "Yeah, well I was…"

"Me, too!" Steve smiled a bit. "Well, I was a babysitter… before I became a deputy… but I still am."

"Yeah!" Dustin said, smiling as well. "He's a really great babysitter! There was this time when he…"

"NOT NOW DUSTIN!" Mike, Lucas, Will, and Max yelled at the same time, all of them clearly annoyed, and so was Hopper.

"Let her finish her story." Max said.

"You ever heard of people—who interrupt the movie!" Lucas said with a glare.

"This is not a movie!" Hopper said, glaring at Lucas.

"Right!" Lucas said in fear of the chief's glare. "I meant campfire story—oh wait, I mean…"

Everyone was starting to roll their eyes at Lucas in annoyance.

"Were sorry." Jonathan said. "Can you…"

"Yes, it's alright." Laurie said. "Annie came over with Lindsey and ask that I would watch over her as well, while she would go off to see her boyfriend, Paul. I wasn't in for the idea, but… she convinced me, and I let her go." Laurie looked down a bit. "Later, I got a call from Lynda. She was calling from the Wallace House, and Bob was with her. We talked a bit, and suddenly she stopped talking, and instead of hearing her voice… I hear breathing. Long, strange, breathing."

"You heard breathing?" Nancy said, almost stiff after what she said. Last night when Mrs. Driscoll stopped talking on the phone—she heard breathing as well.

"Yes. I thought Lynda was messing around with me. So, when I got the kids ready for bed, I decided to go to the Wallace House. It was all well before I went upstairs—before I opened the door to the main bedroom—and what I saw changed my life forever."

The group almost stiffened at what she said. Will, Lucas, Mike, and El felt trembling, waiting to hear what she was about to say next. Loomis closed his eyes; the doctor knew what she was going to say next.

"What did you saw?" Nancy said.

Laurie looked at them with a grim face. "I saw Annie—sprawled on her back—she was dead." The group felt their blood run cold. "Behind her head—was a tombstone—Judith Myers's gravestone." The teens almost gulped in silence. "I was frozen in terror and horror. Then, Bob's dead body popped up, as it was hanging upside down from the ceiling." The group almost gasped. "And in the closet, Lynda was stuffed in like a rag doll, with her eyes still open." Joyce put a hand to her heart in horror. "My friends were dead—they murdered and put on display like toys. I quickly got out of the room and started crying—then I felt sharp pain cut through my arm—by a knife—Michael Myers was behind me."

The group gasped.

"You mean—he stabbed you?" Dustin said, worried.

"No," Laurie said, almost reliving the pain she felt in her arm. "He only cut me. After that I fell down the stairs. He started chasing me through the house. He tried to trap me, but I got out. I ran into the street calling for help, but nobody came. I made myself limp across the street back to the Doyle's House, and yelled for Tommy to open the door quickly. Michael was right behind me—and Tommy managed to open the door to let me in at the last second.

"It didn't stop him. He managed to come in through the house. He tried to attack me again, but I stabbed him in the neck with a sewing needle."

"Ouch." Steve said, the group turned to glare at him—which caused the former jock to balk. "Sorry."

"But" Joyce said. "Did you kill him?"

Laurie said. "I thought I did. I went back upstairs to see Tommy and Lindsey, but then they cried terror and I saw he was coming right behind me. We quickly went into the bedroom, and I had Tommy and Lindsey hide in one closet, while hid in the other. Michael started to break into the closet I was in. I was trapped and cornered; it was like nothing I ever felt in my life. I had no weapon, but there were the closet hangers hanging above me. I straighten one of them out—and when Michael broke inside the closet, ready to get me—I was ready for him. I took my chance with the hanger, and I stabbed him in the eye."

"Ohhhh!" Steve and the kids gasped and exclaimed at the same time.

"Yikes." Jonathan said in shock.

Nancy was in awe and was starting to feel admiration for this woman's resourcefulness. "You stabbed him in the eye? Then what happened next?"

Laurie continued. "After I stabbed him in the eye, he dropped his knife in front of me. I took it—and I stabbed it into his heart—and he fell to the ground."

"Cool!" Dustin said.

"Whoa!" Lucas said.

"Wait a minute." Jonathan said. "If you stabbed him in the heart, that means end of story. He's dead at that point."

Loomis and Owens made grim looks, as Laurie sighed. "That's what I thought. After that, Tommy and Lindsey came out of the closet to see if I was okay. I told them to go to the Mackenzie's to get help, while I stayed. After they left, I sat to rest. When I got up to the leave the room, Michael grabbed me from behind and tried to strangle me."

The group gasped again.

"He wasn't dead?" Jonathan asked in shock.

"No, and that was my mistake." Laurie said. "We struggled with each other, then I reached under his mask and pulled it off."

"You mean" Max said. "You saw his face?"

"Then what happened?" Mike said.

"I happened." Loomis said. The group looked at Loomis.

"I had just left investigating the Myers house with Sheriff Brackett. I was walking down the street, till I heard two children screaming as they ran out of the house. I knew it had to be him. I went into the house, and when I made it upstairs—I saw Laurie struggling with a man. Then when she removed his mask—I saw Michael's face.

"I didn't hesitate. Just when he put his mask back on—I shot him."

The group gasped again.

"You shot him?" Hopper asked.

"Yes." Loomis's face was serious—instantly recounting the moment he pulled the trigger. "He fell back into the bedroom. I quickly came in and I shot him five more times—until he fell from the balcony."

The group fell silent, at what Loomis just said. He rescued Laurie, by shooting a man almost six times. Six times!

"What I would give to see that." Lucas said, starting to admire the doctor—Max elbowed him for that.

"So… you killed him." Joyce said. "You killed your own patient."

Loomis looked down, before saying. "That is what I thought. I went to check on Laurie for a second, and when I looked outside—Michael's body was gone."

"What?!" Most of the group said at the same time.

"He was still alive?!" Lucas exclaimed.

"That's… no freaking way!" Dustin said.

"How much does that guy take?!" Mike said.

"That's impossible!" Jonathan exclaimed.

"You mean," Will said. "He just disappeared—like a ghost?"

"Maybe," Steve tired saying. "Maybe he was wearing body armor. That would explain why he could withstand being stabbed and shot."

"I wish that would have been the case, kid." Owens said, looking grim. "But I doubt the man would have been able break into an armory."

Hopper was starting burrow his eyes in confusion and unbelief. "Who the hell is this guy?"

"The Boogeyman." Laurie said, the group stopped their exclaiming and looked at her.

"The Boogeyman?" El said, feeling scared. In some the term—sounded like how Dustin described the monster from the upside down—the Demogorgon.

"It was the Boogeyman. I didn't believe Tommy. But I should have. I survived—but Annie, Lynda, and Bob…"

The group could only sympathize with woman sitting before them. Joyce felt awful how this woman had gone through such trauma and almost being killed by a psychopath in middle of night.

Nancy felt broke for her—she knew what it felt like—to lose a best friend—just like when she lost her friend, Barb. While she was sad that she couldn't find her or bring back her body for burial—Laurie had seen the bodies of her best friends displayed—like they were trophies. Who could be that sick?

"So," Will said. "Michael. He got away didn't he?"

"No." Loomis said. "He didn't. When the police and paramedics finally came to the scene and brought out the bodies—Laurie needed to get to a hospital for her injuries. I myself decided to ride with her to keep her safe, as we drove in police car, by Deputy Frank Hawkins."

"Hawkins?" Most the group said.

"Yes? Why?"

"There was a policeman—and his name—was Hawkins?" Dustin asked.

"Yes," Loomis said. "That is his last name." Then Loomis realized why they asked—and then he got it.

The kids started snickering and almost weirded out—that a policeman from Michael Myers's hometown—was named Hawkins—like their own hometown.

"Okay…" Max said coyly, while not able to resist smirking. "A guy from your town—has the same name as our town? That's sounds pretty… coincidental."

"Maybe his family descended from our town." Lucas said.

Mike rolled his eyes at his friends' comments, now wasn't the time. The boy looked at Loomis. "Can you just tell us how Michael didn't got away?"

"Oh, yes." Loomis said. "While Officer Hawkins was driving—Laurie spotted Michael—on the road. I couldn't let him get away again. So, I made Officer Hawkins to run him down with car."

The group gasped at what Loomis meant.

"You mean hit him with the car?" Dustin asked.

"Did he do it?" Max asked, almost excitingly and yet almost weary.

"Yes." Loomis said. "He drove the car at full speed—and the impact on sent Michael rolling away on the ground."

"Damn…" Steve said, before he whistled. Nancy and Hopper looked at him weirdly. "What? The guy deserved it, right?"

"Yes, he did." Laurie agreed with the former jock.

"But it wasn't over yet." Loomis said. "I got out of the car—in order to finish what I started."

"Wait a minute?" Hopper said. "You're saying that you hit him with a car—and he was still alive."

"Yes."

"Are you kidding me?" Lucas exclaimed.

"First he is stabbed with a needle, stabbed in the heart, shot in the chest again and again, falls off a window, then you say you hit with a thousand-pound car—and you are telling us he still survived—ALL OF THAT?!" Dustin exclaimed, while putting his hands on his Camp-Knowwhere cap.

"What did you give this guy while his in jail?" Steve looked Loomis, with a face of unbelief. "Steroids?"

"Is this guy even for real?" Hopper said. "Who does he think he is?"

"Arnold Schwarzenegger?" Mike said, before Hopper gave his daughter's boyfriend a glare.

El heard what Mike said and remembered Arnold Schwarzenegger as the actor who portrayed the Terminator. The movie she watched last night. In some way—this Michael Myers—the Boogeyman—was starting to remind her of the machine monster from the movie. In the movie, the Terminator was shot so many times and been through a car crash—but he still kept coming. Could it be that maybe…?

"So, did you?" Jonathan asked Loomis. "Do you finish him?"

Loomis looked down with a look of shame, remembering. "I was about to. I stood before him. I had reloaded by pistol. Hawkins protested that I should have waited for the police, but I didn't care. I was going to end it once and for all. I aimed my pistol right at his head. Just one pull of the trigger—and his life would have been extinguished from off the face of the earth."

"Would have been?" Hopper said, as he narrowed his eyes.

Loomis sighed. "I was so close, but Officer Hawkins stopped from firing on Michael. We struggled for a while… and that was when they came."

"'They?'"

"Who came? The police?" Joyce said.

"No." Loomis said. "They came in white vans. Men of government means. You may know them—as Hawkins Lab."

The room felt silent at the sound of the name they all dreaded—Hawkins Lab—the Lab.

The kids felt frozen, and El was starting to feel cold. The Lab. The very people who…

Joyce felt frozen stiff, and Hopper felt appalled. The chief looked at Owens.

"Don't look at me like that, Chief." Owens said. "I wasn't there. It was someone else."

"Someone else?" Nancy said.

"Yes," Laurie said, the woman remembered his face, and feeling of anger welled up in her. "And I would go back and beat the man's *ss to the ground if I could."

"Who are you talking about?" Hopper asked.

Loomis said. "The men were being led by a doctor—he put a sedative on Michael to make sure he would remain unconscious while they took him into custody. The man would have appeared to be a gentleman at first—but he was a deceitful man. A very ambitious man. Before Owens, he was the current director of Hawkins Lab—his name was Dr. Martin Brenner."

(Stranger Things OST Hawkins Lab)

The room fell silent once again—but a darker shadow was cast on all of them. The mention of the man—who was responsible for so much pain. The man who was willing to kill to ensure his success. The man who had Will to be believed dead. The man responsible for causing the Upside Down to be opened. The man who caused so much pain… to El.

Joyce was frozen stiff, remembering the cold-hearted man who tried to have cooperate—and felt a surge of anger—remembering when she told the bastard to go to hell.

El could only be speechless. Yet she felt cold inside. She started to remember the man who had raised in the lab. The man who she looked up too most of her life.

Papa.

El felt like she wanted to cry.

"Martin Brenner." Hopper said, his face clearly appalled.

"Yes." Loomis said.

"So," Joyce said. "They took Michael Myers. Why?"

Loomis closed his mouth, before saying. "Before Michael's escape, Martin Brenner was a frequent visitor who would come to Smith's Grove. He and colleagues were interested in Michael's case. He even offered that Michael may be transferred to care. He said that Hawkins Lab would have the resources and time to cure Michael. But I wouldn't. I started to observe what kind man Brenner was. And I knew he was an ambitious man, too ambitious. Even if it meant relieving myself from Michael's case—I couldn't trust anyone so reckless with someone dangerous.

"Fortunately, at the time Martin wasn't able to gain custody of Michael, since the government saw no reason to put Michael in Brenner's care. But…"

"But what?" Jonathan said.

"After Halloween night, there came Michael's trial—and Martin Brenner was prepared to get what he wanted. Brenner and his fancy lawyers managed to win the court and managed to have the judge declare that Smith's Grove was not fit hold Michael. Though, it may be no doubt that Brenner and his associates had the influence to get what they wanted—and their excuse was the damage Michael had caused in Haddonfield."

"Son of a *itch." Dustin said.

"Sounds just like them." Nancy muttered, with her arms crossed. Even before Barb's death, there was no doubt Hawkins Lab managed to get away with many things unfairly in past.

Owens looked down in shame and decided to speak. "After Michael's trial, he wasn't transferred to Hawkins Lab, but to a separate facility at St. Culpa's Sanitorium."

"St. Culpa's?" Lucas said.

"An asylum under the control of Hawkins Lab." Owens explained. "I was not onboard with holding a psychopath, but to be honest I was bit curious to understand what made Michael Myers who he is."

Hopper narrowed his eyes at the doctor. "You experimented on him, did you?"

"I was not in charge of Michael; my place was in Chicago. Brenner would from time to time come visit the facility and begin work on trying to crack Michael: observing him, giving him shots, and giving him electroshock therapy. But no matter what, Brenner would get almost the same success as Loomis. And technically, Michael wasn't Brenner's main occupation—he had his main work—at Hawkins Lab."

El almost groaned at what he meant. He meant her. It explained the times why her Papa was not around. Sometimes, he was gone for long time, and she didn't understand why. It was because he experimenting on someone else at the time. He was visiting the Boogeyman.

Hopper could only grit his teeth in anger at Brenner. How many machinations had bastard been experimenting on?

"But Brenner…" Hopper said. "He died two years ago. What happened to Myers?"

Owens said. "After Brenner's death. The department halted experimenting on Michael. He would still be in his usual state of mind—never talking or doing anything much. Then, things took a turn last year, when the lab was exposed and shut down." Nancy and Jonathan narrowed their eyes at the doctor—Nancy wanted to smirk at how Owens unknowingly confessed his guts into her recorder—and it was thanks to Murray Bauman—they managed to water it down and shut down the bastard's playground.

"Thanks to the expose. The government and public investigators have been calling on Brenner's other experiments—and one of them was Michael. Amidst the scandal of the lab, the government decided to evoke our legal hold on Michael—and that he would be transferred back to Smith's Grove Sanitorium."

"Transferred?" Hopper said, almost confused, then he had a feeling of something familiar. "When was the date of the transfer?"

"It happened two nights ago." Owens said.

There was silence amongst the group. Hopper was stunned and then realized, with the pieces coming together.

Steve realized it, too.

The bus crash—outside of town.

Owens saw the look on their faces and nodded. "Yes. The bus crash that happened two nights ago."

"You're telling me." Hopper said. "That bus was transferring—him—and you didn't bother to call me about it?"

"I didn't know this would happen." Owens tried saying.

"But it did." Hopper said, who was starting to get angry. "And now…"

"And it means a deranged killer is loose in Hawkins." Steve said, and then he put his hands to head, barely comprehending the weight and terror of the situation.

The kids looked at each other—with grim looks.

"Kevin." Mike said.

"And his dad." Dustin said.

"The people…" El said. "In the bathroom." The group heard what she said and put their attention on her. "I saw him. Last night. In the bathroom."

Loomis and Laurie were still confused as to how El saw Michael.

"El?" Loomis said, and the girl looked at him. "Last night, you were screaming, and you saw him. How did you see him?"

"We…" Laurie tried saying, she didn't want to push this girl, but still… "We like to know how."

There was a silence in the room. Most of them unsure. Mike wanted to curse but couldn't. Showing what El could do or what she is—to these people they just met yesterday?

El felt a bit unsure, but then decided. She looked around the room, and by the blanket-fort where Karen was still at—the little girl playing with Mike's millennium falcon.

"Karen?" El called the little girl, and it caught her attention.

"Yeah?" The toddler answered.

"Can you come over here, with the toy ship." El beckoned. "I can make it fly for you."

"Really?!" Little Karen said eagerly, she got up and picked the millennium falcon in both and started making her way towards the group.

"El, no." Hopper put a hand on his adopted daughter's shoulder. "You don't have to."

El looked at her adopted dad and said. "They need to know. Friends don't lie."

Hopper sighed. His daughter had been and still was taking Mike's lessons to heart. But it shook him how El was considering these people friends already. Showing what she can do to other people—it was risk. Well, what could he say when they needed to understand El?

Karen brought the millennium falcon and put on the table in front of El.

"Mommy!" Little Karen said to Laurie. "She is going to make the ship fly!"

Laurie was confused. "What?" She looked at El. "What are you doing?"

"Just watch." Dustin said, as he smiled eagerly.

"Watch what?" Loomis said, confused as well.

"Wait." Hopper said, putting a hand up for El not to do it now. He looked at Loomis and Laurie straight in the eyes. "Before she does it. You are going to promise me—what you see or what you hear from her—it will stay between you people. No one else in your family or your friends will know what you are about to see right now. You swear to me and to all of us—and if you don't—there will be hell for you to pay—do you understand?"

Laurie and Loomis thought the chief was exaggerating—but then they saw the sincere looks of everyone in the room—even Owens, who nodded at them.

They looked back at the chief and nodded.

"All right." Loomis said. "We swear it."

"You can count on us." Laurie said.

Satisfied, Hopper moved out of the way, and nodded to El.

El focused on the millennium falcon.

"I don't understand." Loomis said. "What is supposed to ha—"

(Stranger Things OST Eight Fifteen)

The millennium falcon swiftly levitated in the air high above, causing Karen to be overjoyed, but it caught Laurie and Loomis off guard.

"WHAT THE—!" Loomis shrieked.

"OH MY G**!" Laurie yelped at the sight of the floating toy ship. El was still focused on it, hearing their reactions, caused her to smirk. Her friends behind started to smirk as well, especially Mike, Max, Lucas, and Dustin. Owens never really saw Eleven's powers up close—but he was not as shocked as Laurie and Loomis.

"Mommy!" Karen said happily. "She made it fly!"

Laurie extended a hand and waved under and over the levitating toy ship. Loomis did the same. It wasn't a trick. No strings or any likelihood of magnetism.

"That's…" Loomis tried saying, still in shock. "That's…"

"Impossible!" Laurie said.

El made the falcon fall slowly back on the table. She then reached under and put an empty coke can on the table in front of Laurie and Loomis. They looked at the coke can and didn't understand what El was going to do with it.

CRUSH!

Instantly, El used her power to crush coke can, and it cause Loomis and Laurie to balk back. They didn't know what other explanation there could be—but the thing that happened before them—just happened.

"YIPEE!" Karen applauded, before taking the millennium falcon and going back to the blanket-fort.

Laurie noticed something strange with El, as at the spot of her nose started bleeding—the girl quickly wiped it off.

Loomis noticed it too. "You… you're bleeding. Is that… what happens?"

El nodded. Owens sighed, which Loomis and Laurie noticed.

"Who is she, Sam?" Owens asked.

Owens looked down before saying. "Sam, Laurie. El here, besides her legal name being Jane Hopper, she was once known—as subject 011—a human subject at Hawkins Lab."

At those words, Laurie and Loomis could freeze—in shock and later in horror. They looked at El, who started to frown, as did her friends behind her. The girl extended her left arm to them, and on her wrist was not only a blue string circle around it—on her skin was engrained three-digit numbers: 011.

Numbers tattooed on her skin. As if they branded her as if she was a product. It started to horrify and Laurie and Loomis. Hawkins Lab—did human experimentation—on children? For how long? How long this girl had to go through this? They knew Martin Brenner was a deceitful, ambitious man—but this was sickening.

Loomis's stare at Owens—turned to a glare. "You knew…"

Owens made guilty nod of his head.

"You son of *itch." Laurie growled as she stood up from her chair, still glaring at Owens. "You are saying you worked with… with sickos who would treat children—like freaking lab rats! You dirty—"

"And I will live with that shame for the rest of my life!" Owens started counter. "I know. I know I am not a saint. But I never took part in it. My position was in Chicago. Brenner was in charge of the program, and the majority was in for… this… this program."

Not only Laurie and Loomis were getting angry, Nancy, Jonathan, Mike, Joyce, and Steve were listening to the doctor's words with contempt. Not that they feel much hatred for Dr. Owens—but remembering the atrocities and cruelties of the Lab and its former director—Martin Brenner.

"Since then I have tried to atone and clean up the mess Brenner made." Owens said.

"Oh, you think it's so easy—" Loomis sarcastically said.

"Of course not! There are damages that I needed to mend—"

"No wonder you were shut down." Laurie said.

The three kept arguing, leaving the group to look at them. Nancy looked at the case file still on the table. With the three adults not paying attention—the intern swiped case file into her hands—right before Hopper and Jonathan could protest. The kids almost gathered around her to see what was going to be in the file.

Nancy opened it—and what she saw not only made her and the other kids froze—but it made El gasped in terror at the picture.

"It's him." El croaked, which cause Loomis, Laurie, and Owens cease their arguing and turn at the telekinetic girl.

"What?" Loomis said.

El took the photo from out of the file Nancy was holding and showed it to the adults—it was a picture—of Michael Myers's mask.

Max took a look at the photo and she instantly recognized it. "That's my mask!"

The group looked at the redhead in shock and confusion.

"Your mask?" Owens said.

"She's right." Will said, making everyone shocked.

"Yeah." Lucas said. "It was what she wore for Halloween last year."

"Oh," Mike realized. "I remember."

"Yeah." Dustin smiled, recalling the memory. "She scared us with it when we were out trick-or-treating!"

Max smiled as well, but noticed the adults still looking at her weird. "What? It's a William Shanter mask. It's one of the most popular masks at the store."

"William Shanter?" El said.

"Yeah, El." Max said. "He's Captain Kirk in Star Trek." That caused El to remember the day before. When she was watching the episode of Captain Kirk's evil clone. El started to shudder when Evil Kirk had the look of malevolence on his face. His face. His face. Was the same face for…?

"El." Loomis said the girl. "You said… you saw him. You saw this mask, here?" He pointed at the mask in the photo El was holding. "How did you know it was his mask?"

El looked at Loomis, with a serious expression. "I saw him… through the void."

That confused Loomis and Laurie.

"The void?" Laurie said. "What's that?"

"El doesn't just move things with her mind." Mike said. "She can find people… anywhere."

That shocked Laurie and Loomis more.

"Yeah." Dustin said. "It's called telepathy."

"You mean…" Laurie said, trying to comprehend it. "Like from a comic book? A superhero comic book?"

"You can't be… be serious?" Loomis said. How could it be. He had lived for so long and seen so many things—but something like this—a child who was not only illegally experimented—but literally had powers! Like out of a movie! Her moving the toy millennium falcon without touching as if she was straight out of a Star Wars movie. And to add to that—she can also find people?

"Wait a minute?" Jonathan said. "How did find this Michael Myers?"

"Were you looking for him?" Nancy asked.

"No." Will said. "We were looking for Kevin. Kevin Cole."

Hopper stiffened and almost felt shocked, and then he recalled Greg's broken corpse.

"Betty's son." Joyce said, feeling sad.

"We heard…" Max said. "That something bad may have happened to Kevin and his dad. He wasn't at school yesterday. So, we thought… El could look for him."

El looked down. "They gave me a picture of Kevin. And then I went into the void to look for him. But when I got there… I found him instead." He looked down at the photo of Michael's mask. "And I saw… well, I heard him… hurting people."

Everyone gasped at El, and Hopper's jaw dropped and felt shock coursing through. He knew his daughter had been through a difficult life and seen many things—but he never wanted his daughter to see something horrible—like a psychopath killing people.

"The gas station." Steve said, and everyone looked at him. "The gas station that blew up. You think…"

"Yes." Loomis said. "That is something Michael would do. He could have killed those men… so he could complete his uniform. He killed Christopher Hastings for his mechanic uniform. And now he has done it again."

"What does that mean?" Mike said.

"It means he is getting ready." Loomis said. "To resume his work."

"His work?" Will said, now looking scared.

"It's what he lives for." Laurie said. "Always—especially on Halloween. He killed his sister. When he got out, he came back home, and he killed my friends. And now he is out again—and he has already started. He is going to kill again—right here—in your town."

The people in the room froze—a dawning horror was settling upon them. Something they had not felt since the Demogorgon—and the Mind Flayer—but deep down—this felt even worse. A serial killer was in their town—and he was killing people—and he was going to kill more.

Dustin was starting to become overcome with nostalgia. It had been four months since Camp Know Where, where he met Suzie—and the slasher that had the mask of a man with a mustache and wielded a screwdriver for a weapon. He didn't think he would ever again face something like that again—especially so soon. Yet, deep down he thought he remembered the name Michael Myers—perhaps a few years ago—and now he was here—in Hawkins.

"Then we need to find him." Hopper said, his voice filling with determination and confidence. "And we need to stop him before he does it again."

Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Max, Lucas, and Mike looked and nodded at him with the same look of confidence.

"Then let's find him." Steve said, feeling courage rising up in him. "And let's kill the son of the *itch."

"Yeah!" Most of the group said, agreeing with Steve. El started to feel her confidence coming back to her. She had the power to find Michael Myers. And surely, she can find him before he would hurt anyone else. Yes. They would find and stop him once and…

"DO NOT!" Loomis yelled at the group. "Above all… do not dare underestimate him. If you recklessly find Michael and engage him then that would be your doom. You do not know—who you are dealing with."

The group stared strangely at Loomis. They could understand his concern, but…

"Look," Hopper said. "I appreciate the warning, but we can handle this guy."

"Yeah, man." Lucas said. "Lighten up. I'm sorry if you don't know us… but we have definitely handled far bigger cases of nuts in this town. Stuff that would blow your mind!"

"You people—" Laurie said with a serious tone. "—don't know him. I faced him before—he is not someone to be taken lightly!"

"Look, ma'am," Steve said. "I get it. After all you said about this guy—what he has done—to be honest, I feel like I would cream my pants if I met this guy. But believe me—we have been through so much worse."

"Yeah." Max agreed. "And El here—you saw what she can do—one flick of her mind and she can dump this son of *itch's ass in the grave."

"No!" Hopper and Mike said at the same time, they looked at each other in surprise.

"No?" Max said, as she looked baffled at the two.

"What do you mean, no?" El looked at the two of them.

"No way in hell are you ever going near this monster! Ever!" Hopper said, with a tone as hard as bricks.

"El," Mike said to his girlfriend, as he took her hand. "With what Dr. Loomis and Laurie told us about this monster—you already saw him in the void—you don't have to face him."

"But I can take him down." El said. "I can stop him."

"El." Loomis said. "What I saw, just a moment ago-it's hardly something you would ever see in a lifetime. What I saw you do—it was indeed incredible—making the impossible possible. I don't doubt your abilities—but I am warning you—this man—the thing—is not someone you can dispose of or trifle with. Michael Myers—is one of the most dangerous—if not the most dangerous being on earth—and he is here—in your town."

"Look, doc." Hopper said. "I know where you are coming from, I really do. I have been to Vietnam, and I have been to New York. The description you gave about this man reminded me a bit of another psycho I met, but in the end that guy ended up dead! I have been dealt with *ssholes like this—my entire life!"

Jonathan agreed with Hopper. "Yeah, be reasonable. We are talking about one man here—"

"Michael is not a man! Nor is he like any other man!" Loomis raised his voice, which silenced Jonathan. "He may have the shape of a man—but he will only use it to deceive you—all of you! Seven years ago, I shot him six times! Six times! In where the heart should be! It's a mistake for you not to be afraid of him."

The group felt cold at what Loomis said.

"Are you afraid of him?" Joyce said. "Dr. Loomis?"

Loomis looked at the woman for a moment and said: "It would be a fatal mistake not to."

"How?" Mike said. "How can you be so afraid of… one person?"

Loomis gave a look to Mike. He looked at Laurie who didn't say anything. The doctor sat on a nearby chair, before speaking in a solemn voice:

"I met him twenty-two years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason. No conscious. No understanding. Even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year old boy… with a blank emotionless expression and he had the Blackest Eyes. The Devil's Eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up… because I realized what was living behind those boy's eyes… was purely, and simply—EVIL."

Mike took a few steps back at what Looms said, and everyone felt a cold chill in the room due to Loomis's testimony.

Joyce felt appalled at what Loomis said. She couldn't understand how… how a six-year old child would be capable of doing something horrible and becoming something else. She remembered her sons and how sweet they were at that age. When Jonathan was six, he dreamt of going to NYU. Will was happy boy being friends with Mike and loved drawing with his crayons.

Then she remembered what Will went through when he was possessed by the Mind Flayer—she was almost on the verge of losing her boy to that monster. She started to wonder how the parents of Michael Myers felt—when their own son murdered his own sister. It would have been too horrible to imagine their pain.

Hopper didn't know how to respond to what Loomis said. Did this man really believe this one guy—was indeed pure evil. Then again, Hopper remembered people who very sick in the head. He remembered his time in New York and remembered the cult and they were so obsessed with evil—it was toxically sickening.

El could only stare at Loomis after what he said. She wished she could say he was overreacting—but she remembered last night. She saw him wearing his mask. The way he noticed and stared at her through the void. She remembered almost staring into his eyes. They were black— they were indeed the Blackest eyes. The Devil's eyes. And El felt a darkness coming from him—and she truly feared it. If what Loomis said was true—then behind that mask—behind those eyes—was purely and simply—EVIL.

El felt she wanted to shudder and whimper: she dropped the photo to the floor. Nancy saw it and bent down to pick it up. She looked again at the mask in the photo.

"El?" Nancy asked her brother's girlfriend. "When you saw… Michael in the void. Where was he at?"

El looked at Nancy. "In a bathroom. Then I saw him open a car and finding his mask."

"Wait," Max said. "If this guy dressing up again for Halloween, wouldn't he break into a store find a replica of his mask?"

Nancy looked again at the mask in the photo and had an idea. "He got his mask from a car, right? So, what if the mask El saw him putting on—was his original mask."

"In Hawkins?" Laurie said skeptical. "That can't be."

"Yes, that would be impossible." Loomis said. "The last time I saw that mask—it was kept preserved in a bag—locked up in the district attorney's locker as evidence—in Illinois."

Everyone looked at each other, thinking about what Loomis said—it still felt like something wasn't right. Owens seemed to have a shameful expression, something which they noticed.

"Is something wrong, doc?" Hopper asked.

"What's wrong, Sam?" Loomis asked.

"Michael's mask." Owens said, looking at them. "There is something I didn't tell you yet."

Seriously?! What else Dr. Owens was keeping from them, now?! Mike thought annoyingly.

Just about when someone was about to ask the former director a question—they heard a door open from upstairs.

"Mike! Nancy!" Karen Wheeler called from upstairs. "Were home!"

Oh… no.

"I thought you your mom would be still out?!" Hopper glared at Mike.

"Hey! How would I know she was going to come early?!"

"Oh, man." Lucas said. "If Mike's parents finds us here—" He looked at Laurie, Loomis, and Owens. "—with three adults she doesn't know…"

"Were in deep sh*t." Dustin said.

"No kidding." Laurie agreed.

"Head to the back door!" Nancy said. "Quickly!"

Everyone immediately agreed with Nancy and started making their way to the door. Laurie quickly went to get little Karen, who was still playing at the blanket-fort. As Mike went to the door to unlock it, with everyone else behind them—they heard something from outside—it sounded like…

"Was that our bikes?" Will said.

They remembered they set their bikes up by the back door—unless someone touched them, causing to fall on each other.

"Who is outside?" Max said.

Mike quickly opened the door, and everyone saw who it was—and they couldn't believe—Hopper and Steve most of all.

Robin Buckley. Who somehow tripped over the bikes, causing them to fall on each other like dominoes. She looked up—to see everyone looking at her—especially Hopper and Steve.

"Hey… guys." Robin said awkwardly.

"I know you." Dustin said. "You're the new girl with Steve at the police sta—"

"What—are you doing here?" Hopper demanded.

Well, the cat was now out of the bag. "I kind of… followed you here since the gas station."

"YOU WHAT?!" Steve said.

"But that means…" Mike said, until realizing. "Were you here the whole time—listening to us?"

Owens and Loomis looked at each other and sighed. Well, wasn't this just great.

"Michael?" Everyone turned around to see Karen Wheeler coming down the stairs. "Where are you and Na—" The woman froze to not only find Nancy and Mike in the basement—but stunned at how many people were in the basement. She recognized her son's friends and Jonathan, even Joyce. But why on earth was Chief Hopper doing in her basement? Along with Nancy's ex-boyfriend, Steve Harrington? And there were other people she didn't know of—in her son's basement.

"Karen," Joyce said, trying to diffuse the situation. "Hi. Sorry we have to—drop by like this."

Karen didn't focus on her friend, but on her children. "Mike. Nancy. What is going on here?"

There was no turning back now.

Hopper closed his eyes in annoyance and unbelief—this was by far the last thing he wanted to happen. Not only there was the possibility the secretary in-training eavesdropped on them—but now Mike's mom—and soon Mike's dad—were going to want an explanation.

Dustin felt like he was frozen.

"Abort." He coarsely whispered. Before he could back up, Lucas and Max pushed him forward.

Well… now they were in deep sh…

Phew! That's done! Basically, a recap of the first Halloween movie and what happened in the first chapter I had posted—retold by Dr. Sam Loomis, Laurie Strode, and Dr. Sam Owens. And they get a brief introduction to Eleven's powers!

Not only they have to deal with Robin, but the gang will have to deal with someone they aren't prepared for—Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler!

Concerning when I collided Stranger Things and Halloween in the same universe, I wondered if you thought there would be the plotholes—such as in past seasons the kids made references to Michael Myers as pop icon such as Dustin saying Michael Myers name in Season 1, and in Season 2 Max wore Michael Myers's costume for trick-or-treating. I have explained it in this chapter. Michael's mask is not one of a kind, in Halloween II (1981) Ben Tramer wore the same mask albeit one with yellow hair, without knowing Michael had the same replica too. So, in this au, to other kids like Max, they didn't see the William Shanter mask as Michael's killer mask, which would make sense that she didn't know about Michael Myers till now.

In this au, at some point during Season 1, Dustin may have read a case about the 1978 murders, and when he and Lucas were trying to conclude if El was an escaped patient—Dustin just said Michael's name, to which Lucas immediately agreed, because at that point—he definitely did not trust El. Plus, with handling monsters like the Demagorgon and the Mind Flayer—you could say Dustin had forgotten about Michael Myers's case—until now.

Now you find out in here, Martin Brenner not only experimented on Eleven and the child subjects at Hawkins Lab, but also on Michael Myers in the separate facility at St. Culpa's!

Notice how 1978 is the year Halloween (1978), it is the same year Hopper's daughter, Sara Hopper died of cancer. Yeah, so both Laurie and Hopper will hold that year their personal traumas started.

For Dustin, yes, the events of the comic "Stranger Things: Science Camp" did happen, which made Dustin familiar to the slasher situation. The event took place during the summer of 1985.

For Hopper when he talks about New York, he is referring to the events from the Stranger Things novel "Darkness at the Edge of Town" and (SPOILERS) he was referring to "Saint John" who was the leader of a cult in New York. The events of this took place in 1977.

I wasn't sure to do Dr. Loomis's iconic quote about Michael Myers, I thought about explaining it in a different way. But a guest review made me think otherwise, and I thought why Sheriff Brackett was the only audience to hear it-and why not the whole Stranger Things gang-and I hope it was bone-chilling for them!

There were other quotes in here. In this story, Max uses the "Dump your ass" quote: she says El can dump Michael's *ss in the grave with her powers. And no, not that Michael. Max doesn't mean El should dump Mike in here, but like in canon, the redhead is starting to think Mike and Hopper are being overprotective of El in here-they have a right to be now!

Next chapter will be a fun one and an awkward one for the party—and the chapter after… get ready for it!

Don't know what Trick-or-Treating will be like tomorrow, with this pandemic going on. But I do hope we will still have stories to tell and read!

I know this October is coming to a close, I am still posting on to November. Remember November is a Stranger Things month, too! The month when Will Byers disappeared! Be on the look for Stranger Things day!

Review, and tell me of any typos or mistakes I made, and I will see next chapter!

As Jamie Lee Curtis will say—like on the set of Halloween Kills…

"Happy Halloween!"