Stranger Things 3: The Wrath of Michael Myers Chapter 17: Halloween Kills, a Halloween + Stranger Things, 2016 Crossover fanfic

IT'S BACK! IN 2021! This story has now reached over 100,000 words! Because this chapter is over 21,000 words!

I had intended this to have been posted on New Year's Eve, but when it looked like I couldn't I decided to post the first chapter of The Karate Kid Part II The Ali Cut, then I started to writing for that story. Not only that, but it was the start of a new semester and big tests coming up! I then realized thanks to dedicated reviewers to this fic that I couldn't stay away too long. So, I put the Karate Kid aside to return to this!

First chapter of 2021! The year that will mark 40 YEARS SINCE the first Halloween Sequel Halloween II (1981)!

I realized this chapter had become a bigger process to make! Well, you'll see! This chapter has more words than even the 4 chapters of my Karate Kid story combined! I thought about splitting it in two! Get ready because this chapter is an absolute GAMECHANGER! Not only this is the longest chapter to date, but it is also the DARKEST.

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M: VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED.

Nancy leaned with her hands resting against the fence of the porch, looking into the woods—specifically looking in the direction their friends had driven away.

Nancy wished she could have gone with them, if it was true that the evil b*stards from the lab were back, then she wanted nothing more than to be there to make them pay. She didn't understand why Steve and Robin would want to go there, when she herself at least been inside the lab, and they hadn't. And that is what worried her. She was also worried about Steve.

She heard the door to the cabin opened, and she looked over her head to see Laurie coming out.

"Hey," Laurie said. "It's getting dark, and it's about to get a hell of a lot colder, soon."

Nancy smiled. "Don't worry, I just wanted some air. Thanks for telling me." The girl looked out once more at the woods. Laurie understood what Nancy was feeling.

"You're worried about them," Laurie said, as she walked to stand next to Nancy. "I get it. I'm worried about Sam as well."

"I just…" Nancy said. "I just hope they are not getting themselves into trouble. And with… Michael still out there. It feels unpredictable. I can't…" Nancy closed her eyes. "I can't lose someone else again."

Laurie started feeling sympathy for the girl. She almost was exactly like that at that age. "You worried about your ex-boyfriend?"

Nancy chuckled a bit. "Just because he is my ex, doesn't mean I can't care for him." She then frowned. "Last night… he and Jonathan… and Robin… and me… we could have been killed. I wish Jonathan and I never went to Mrs. Driscoll's house for that lead. I was so obsessed with getting a story so I could prove…" Nancy stopped herself to a moment.

"Nancy," Laurie said. "You didn't know Michael would be there. Hopper drove to that place. You and others went in to help him."

"But I couldn't protect Robin." Nancy said, with distress. "If El hadn't come in, I would have failed her… like I failed Barb."

"Failed Barb?" Laurie asked, now confused by that.

(Stranger Things OST Eulogy)

"It's…" Nancy wiped her eyes. She thought to not say anything. It had a long while since she talked about Barb, and yet now the pain was coming back. She couldn't keep it any longer. "I lost a friend, too. A best friend. But… I feel like… well… her blood is on my hands."

"Why would you say that?" Laurie fixed her eyes on Nancy.

Nancy looked up and could almost feel tears trying to erupt from her eyes. "Two years ago, well, it's hard to explain… a monster… a murderer came into our town. It took Will. We didn't know until later what it was.

"When I was dating Steve, he invited me over to his house for a party. I invited Barb to come with me. She didn't like the idea of going to a frat party… but I didn't care. Back then… I was young and… b*llsh*t…" Nancy almost chocked. "I even lied to my own mom that Barb and I were going to an assembly for Will's disappearance. It was so… sh*tty selfish!"

Laurie listened and watched the girl sympathetically. She knew she hadn't gotten to the worse part yet.

"When we got wet in the pool, I went upstairs not only to change, but… well, me and Steve," Nancy wiped her eyes again. "And Barb… Barb told me what I was doing was wrong. She told me 'This isn't you.' That would be the last thing she would ever say to me. When Steve and I were upstairs… Barb was outside—that when the monster took her." Nancy choke back a sob, as Laurie looked at her, feeling sad for her.

"Later, well… a long story. I realized Barb was missing. We all worked together so that we could find Will and Barb and bring both of them home safely. We got Will back… but Barb… it was too late." Nancy's face scrunched up in sorrow. "I hoped so much that when we would find her—she would be okay. We didn't even get her body back. And when the Lab forced us to keep it all a secret, that meant we couldn't even tell her parents. Her parents had to hold on to false hope that their daughter would come back. It was the expose that finally told them the truth. It broke their hearts to find out that after so long… their daughter was never coming back. But it was me… it was because me—Barb was taken. And I'll never see her again." Nancy hung her head down, as she could feel the tears streaming down.

"I know that feeling." Laurie said, as she placed a hand on Nancy's shoulder. "I felt it, too. I blamed myself for Annie's death."

That caused Nancy to look up at Laurie. "What?"

Laurie looked down a bit, remembering like it was the day before. "That Halloween night… seven years ago, when Annie and I were babysitting separately at different houses. It was the night before the school dance. Annie was pushing me to find a date. I wasn't into dating as she was, but there was one boy, named Ben Tramer."

That made Nancy quirk an eyebrow. "Ben Tramer?"

"Well, back in the day I thought he looked nice…" Laurie looked down, but her lips almost curled in a smile. "Annie was so ecstatic, and then she calls me to tell me that she told Ben Tramer about my interest in him—and I was so embarrassed." That made Nancy giggle a bit. "Then… Annie came over with Lindsey to drop her off with me and Tommy at his house. She wanted me to take over, while she went over to her boyfriend's house, since he was grounded."

"What did you say?" Nancy asked.

"I didn't like the idea, but Annie told me that she would sort out what she told Ben Tramer… so I went along with it." Laurie hung her head down. "The next time I would see her… I found her dead. All because I let her go back to that house. And every time I would see her parents—I am reminded of what they lost. I thought if I had done differently… I really wondered." Laurie then wipe her eyes.

Nancy looked in wonder at the Strode woman. She remembered how she told them about Annie yesterday in the basement, but to hear how this woman feels responsible for her friend's death… it made Nancy feel she could sympathize so much from this woman. She didn't expect to find such common ground with this woman. They have lost friends, lived through traumas, and had to endure it.

Nancy put a hand on Laurie's shoulder. "I always will wonder, too." Laurie looked at her. "I won't forget her. I don't to make the same mistake again. I won't let it happen to another person I love. And I know you won't, too."

That made Laurie smile, and she put her hand on Nancy's. "Guess were both tough girls, huh?"

That made Nancy giggle. "Yeah, can you believe that?"

"Rogue Squadron?" Lucas said in disbelief to Dustin. "Seriously?"

"What's wrong with it?" Dustin asked, raising his hands.

"Squadron?" Max said. "Do we look like soldiers? Why couldn't you think of something… you know?"

"Hey, I had other ideas." Dustin said. "I thought about Rogue Party, Rogue Gang, and… Rogue One?"

Max furrowed her eyebrows. "What kind of name is Rogue One?"

Dustin shrugged. "Dunno, it sounded good."

"You called them Lando and Ben Kenobi." Will said. "Lando and Kenobi arrived at the Death through the Millennium Falcon."

"And you called this place Rebel Base?" Lucas asked.

"What?" Dustin said. "You don't like my codenames?"

"So, what?" Max said. "Do you have codename for Michael Myers, too?"

"I thought we already have a codename for Myers." Will said, looking at Laurie. "He is known as the Boogeyman, right?" The woman nodded.

"Pfft!" Dustin blew a raspberry. "Are we really gonna call him that every time? The Boogeyman? That term is for babies! This guy is serious! He deserves a better one!"

"Oh, yeah, smart*ss?" Max asked with a smirk. "What's your suggestion?"

"And don't think of calling him the Human Demogorgon," Lucas said. "I mean that would fart before it stinks."

Dustin was looked like he was about to say something, but then paused and started to ponder. Max and Lucas looked at each and shrugged, doubting Dustin could pull it off. Then the capped boy's face brightened.

"How about… THE BUTCHER!" Dustin bellowed in a dramatic voice, lifting his arms up. The act and name almost caught Lucas, Max, and Will off-guard.

"That doesn't sound that bad." Lucas said.

"So, he can be called the Butcher of Haddonfield?" Jonathan said.

"Okay, just the term makes me feel a little sick." Laurie said, uncomfortable written on her face.

"Is that all you got, Henderson?" Max said, tilting her head at him.

"Okay, uh…" Dustin looked at his hands, looking a bit shaking, before looking back at them. "THE SHADOW!"

"Why the Shadow?" Eleven asked, furrowing her eyes.

"Because that is what he likes doing, right?" Dustin explained. "Michael Myers's expertise is not during the daylight since he can get caught easily. It's easy for him to stalk his victims when it's dark."

"Yeah, no sh*t," Jonathan grumbled, remembering how Michael ambushed him and Steve the night before.

"Tell me about it." Laurie dryly said, while putting her right hand on her left shoulder, where underneath was the scar Michael had given her when came out of the shadows with his knife.

"Uh, guys?" Will said, getting everyone's attention. "If we are going to call him the Shadow, would we be confusing him with the Shadow Monster?"

"Oh," Mike said, remembering. "You mean the Mind Flayer?"

"Just, what is the Mind Flayer?" Laurie asked.

"You know what, that one's out," Max said, looking back at Dustin. "Think again."

"Ugh…" Dustin sighed. He thought that was a good one. "How about… Captain Kill?"

The group gave Dustin weirded looks, including Laurie. "Okay, uh… One-Man Army? You know because he can take us down—"

"Okay, now you're getting desperate," Max said.

"Why would you wanna name him something stupid and lame like those?!" Lucas almost yelled.

Laurie whispered next to Nancy. "You're the journalist, right? Why not you make the nicknames?"

Nancy grinned. "Oh, ho, I bet I could, except I think it has been Dustin's job nicknaming at lot of things over the past two years."

Dustin closed his eyes in frustration. He thought that was good one, but oh well. He then opened his eyes again.

"I GOT IT!" Dustin's face lit up. "I'm sure of it!"

"Okay, what is it?" Will asked, with a bit of anticipation.

"It's may sound simple, but that is what makes it very ominous!"

"Ugh! Just say it!" Lucas said, now feeling annoyed and impatient.

Dustin stood up and slowly raised his arms around him, before opening his mouth.

"THE THING!"

"YEAH!" The kids said at the same time, now liking the ring of that new nickname. It did sound ominous and… oh wait.

The kids' faces started to drop realizing something, leaving Dustin confused.

"What?" He asked.

"You said 'The Thing.'" Laurie said. "As in 'The Thing from Another Planet?'"

"You mean like John Carpenter's 'The Thing?'" Lucas said.

"It seems like it has already been taken." Max said.

"So, what?" Dustin said. "That was just one movie."

"Isn't that also Ben Grimm's nickname from the Fantastic Four?"

"Well, yeah, but…" Dustin was now feeling unsure. "Maybe we could…"

"You know what guys?" Mike said, catching everyone's attention. "Why the hell are we even talking about stupid stuff like this?"

"Chill out, Mike," Nancy said, now a bit concerned with her brother's behavior. "What's with the heat?"

"What?" Mike said, looking flabbergasted at Nancy. "Take a look around you, Nancy! It's getting dark soon, and that means Michael can make his move anytime now! Hopper and the others are at lab, while we are just sitting here making up stupid names and going on to talk about comic books and movies. B*llsh*t! We should be formulating a plan on how we can take out Michael!"

Even though they were uneased by Mike's tone, they now realized and remembered the danger that was still out there. They had been concerned about the Lab, and they almost seem to forget Michael was still out there.

"Well, it has been a while." Jonathan said. "You think you can see what he is doing, right now?" He looked at El.

"I checked again." El said. "Same. He is still sitting down. Doing nothing."

"Still?" Max said, in disbelief. "It's getting dark—in time for trick-r-treating—and Michael is just sitting down and wasting the night away?"

"You think he is… waiting for us to come for him?" Dustin said.

"It could be a trap," Mike said. "Like when the Mind Flayer tricked Hawkins Lab, last year."

"When I was the spy." Will said, remembering very well. And what happened to all those people in the lab, including Bob.

"What are you talking about?" Laurie asked.

"But," Jonathan said. "Let's just say we find out where he is and find him… when we confront him once for all. How are we gonna kill this guy?"

"What do you mean?" Laurie said. "If we come to face with him—we do the one simple thing. One thing that should have been done a long time ago."

That caught everyone's attention.

"What do we do?" El asked.

Laurie looked at El. "We shoot him in the head." That caused El to feel stunned. "Head is where the brain is. Shoot it and it won't function. The brain won't function—the body will shut down."

That caused everyone to look each other in awe. Why didn't they think of something like that? Nancy looked down and felt regret about the night before—how she only kept shooting Michael in the chest rather than in the head. That would have made a whole set of difference.

"Like in Dawn of the Dead?" Dustin said.

"And what if that doesn't work?" Mike asked.

Laurie looked at Mike, baffled. "What?"

"You saw how strong that guy is! Guns can't do sh*t on him! He even resisted El's powers! What if he is strong enough to survive a gunshot to the head?"

That caused everyone to look silent and a bit fearful, even Laurie. What if… they may not be able to kill Michael at all? Could it be possible, that if El were to go against him again—he would be too strong to resist?

"Excuse me," El said, as she got up from the couch and made her way to the sink.

"He's got to have a weakness," Will said. The Mind Flayer did, and that mean Michael Myers had one as well. Could he?

"I really wondered that for a long time, as well." Laurie said. "I wished… Sam had disclosed to me more concerning Michael."

"What about these?" Dustin pulled the tape recorder and the bag. "Maybe one of these tapes has an answer?"

"Yeah, well I doubt one of those has an interview with Michael responding." Lucas said. "You know… like the one of three monkeys—Speak no evil?"

"Well, it's too bad he follows only that monkey." Jonathan said. "And not the other two monkeys—See no evil. Do no evil."

"It still doesn't make sense," Nancy said, as she crossed her arms. "Michael Myers. A six-year old kid who all of sudden kills his sister on Halloween. Then after 15 years being mute, he escapes, murders, and he is able to handle attacks that could surely kill him?"

"You think," Lucas said. "You think that's why Hawkins Lab took him?"

"So, they can what?" Dustin asked. "Make him a super-soldier? Like Captain America? Or like the Incredible Hulk?"

"It can explain why the guys from the Lab would want him back," Max said. "They had the bus crashed so they can get Michael back."

"We don't even know for sure if it was the bad men," Mike said. "And right now Hopper and the others are now at the old Lab to find out."

"But what if they don't find anything," Will said. "And how else are we going to learn if Michael's bus crash was an accident or not?"

Will had a very good point.

"What if he knows?" Nancy said, and they all looked at her. "What if Michael knows something we don't. What if we were to find out from him?"

"And how are we going to do that?" Mike asked sarcastically. "You're going interview him?"

"As if he will answer any questions after he kills us," Laurie scoffed.

"Hawkins Lab, nor even Dr. Owens couldn't make Michael talk," Jonathan said. "What could we do that will be any different?"

El drunk a glass of water she had filled from the sink. She set down and leaned into the encounter and tried to exhale. She looked down on the counter and something caught her eye. It was a Lucky Charms Cereal that had been emptied by Lucas, but the food didn't concern her. She held it up close—to looked at the pictured cereal at the front of box—where it had sugar sunshines, marshmallows, and…

Rainbows.

That made El remember her mother. She was no doubt repeating the same cycle of words, while being stuck in her head. It was always painful thinking about her. And painful it was going into her memories and how her mother failed in her attempts to save her, so they could happily together as a family. The kind of family El may never know of.

Her memories.

That gave El an idea.

"I know how." El said, catching everyone's attention. She turned around and spoke. "I know how to find out."

The TV was turn on to a static channel, and El was crisscrossed on the floor, with her black blindfold on her lap.

"Let me get this straight," Laurie said to El, as the woman was crisscrossed next to her. "You are going to use your powers to go to this… void. And through there… you want to contact Michael… and get into his head?"

El nodded. "I did it with my mama. I can do it again with Michael."

Nancy and Jonathan were standing up, with their arms crossed. Will sat on a Hopper's recliner close to Laurie. Lucas, Dustin, and Max were sitting on the couch, while Mike kneeled on the floor next to El. They were nervous about this very much. Mike and Dustin were the ones who looked very not okay with this.

"El," Dustin said. "I mean no offense, but I highly recommend not doing this."

"Dustin!" Max hissed at him.

"What?!" Dustin exclaimed. "She is about to—literally go into a serial killer's mind! And that is not like going for some small fry in the lion's den. Remember, one does not simply walk into Mordor! It would mean seeing his memories and feelings and stuff."

"Well, Dustin," Lucas said. "That's kind of the idea."

"But it's Michael Myers!" Dustin exclaimed with a look of horror. "Hell knows what the hell is going inside that head of his!"

(Stranger Things OST I Need You to Trust Me)

Mike kneeled closer to El. "El, I really think you should listen to Dustin." He looked tenderly at her. "I know you think you have to do this, but you don't. It's just that… you only done this before once. And your mom, she loved you, and wanted you to know what happened. And I know she loved you very much." His face turned grim. "But you remember what Dr. Loomis said. Michael is evil. He is pure unadulterated evil. His mind is sick, and twisted, and diseased. He's dangerous."

El looked at her boyfriend and shook her head. "He can't hurt me. Not in there."

"We don't know that."

El went and put took her boyfriend's hand, which was on his knee, and she looked deeply into his eyes. "Mike… I need you to trust me."

Mike felt deeply touched by El's gaze and words. He didn't like what she was about to endeavor. He wanted to protect her from Michael at all costs. But El will not stand by and let them go against this madman without her. Mike was afraid to lose her again, just like when she went against the Demogorgon. But the look on her face and the intensity of her gaze on him, made him realize what she wanted him to understand. She was not a fragile thing that needed overprotection. She was her own being. She was a fighter. And this was her choice to make.

Mike looked to his friends, Max especially gave him a look and a nod. A way of telling him to trust her on this. He then looked to Laurie, she didn't much know about this or knew the group for that long, but she nodded at Mike to trust El in her decision.

"Yeah. Okay, all right," Mike nodded at El. "Just be careful."

El smiled and nodded. Before she was about to put the blindfold on, Laurie touched her shoulder, and the girl looked at her.

"If anything happens in there. I'll be by your side always." Laurie said with so much care.

"You promise?" El asked, feeling so touched by the woman's care.

Laurie smiled and rubbed the girl's shoulder. "A promise is something you can't break."

That made El smile as Laurie remembered. El gave the Strode woman a quick hug, and then resumed her position and put the black blindfold over eyes… and then began.

El was now in the void again, and several meters from her—was Michael—sitting down—staring at nothing. He might as well be staring at her, as it was possible since he had sensed her presence before. El felt a bit nervous, but she knew what she came here to do. She took a deep breath and started to walk across the watery floor of the void towards Michael.

She stopped just a half a foot away from him. She towered over his sitting frame. She could hear his deep breathing through his mask. She wondered whether he was thinking or whether he was tired. It unnerved her, being so close to this man, since the last time they did—she had been fighting for her life against him.

Maybe he knew she was there or not, or perhaps he didn't care. The doubt didn't leave that this wasn't a trap, but still…

El reached out and took hold of Michael's hand. She felt a bit startled how calloused and rough his hand felt. She started to feel uncomfortable, knowing what horrible work he had done with his hands. For killing. And… somehow… she had this eyrie feeling. Touching his hand with hers. It felt…

"Michael," El spoke softly to the Shape. "I want to see."

There was now stillness in the air.

El thought it very unlikely that Michael will reply. He never replied or said anything for 22 years. Not to Dr. Loomis. Not to Laurie. And he may not for her.

Michael then shifted a bit, and El's eyes widened. He was listening. He knew she was there.

El could see Michael staring a bit down at his hand, which was touched by hers. Then he looked up—and his eyes and El's met.

She didn't focus on the pale mask and fake hair around him. It was a façade hiding the face underneath. She focused on his eyes. She could see a bit of the skin around them, and it looked tanner than the salt white skin of his mask.

His eyes. His left eye was damaged. The whole iris which may have had color was now milk white. It was a courtesy given to him by Laurie Strode—with the pointy end of a coat hanger. El winced a bit, thinking how painful a stab in the eye could be.

She then fixed on his right eye. The one that was not damaged. The one that truly relayed the vision of her to Michael. The eye was conscious of her. Fixed on her as hers were fixed on him. The eye looked to have been a dark blue, but the color El could see was dark. There was a darkness in his eye. The Blackest Eyes. The Devil's Eyes. A never-ending abyss that El could stare into for so long. Staring into it as if to find any sense of anything…

Suddenly, Michael grabbed hold of El's arm very tightly.

"NO!" El screamed in horror as Michael held very tightly to her arm. "LET GO! LET GO!"

Laurie now became worried with the look of horror El had, as she still had her blindfold, bleeding from her nose, and her mind in the void.

"What's happening?" Laurie asked, as she looked at the others who now looked worried.

"It means she sees something, or…" Mike tried saying, feeling so on-edge for his girlfriend.

"Oh, sh*t." Dustin said, his face in frown. "Does that mean…"

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" El screamed as she tried to yank her arm away from Michael's grasp. "LET ME GO, MICHAEL!"

The Shape looked at El and seemed to almost tilt his head. With one action—the Shape let go of El—and her falling almost like forever.

El felt herself falling backwards with such slow motion.

She saw Michael sitting in the bus, and then there was a crash.

She fell back even further. Further away from Michael, who was still watching her.

She saw Michael in the backseat of a car and then grabbed hold of Kevin's neck.

She was now about to fall onto her back, her face seeing nothing but blackness.

El's back hit the ground and she made a groan. What baffled her, was that she didn't fell back on the watery floor of the void, but it was dry ground. It felt like… soft grass. She opened her eyes slowly, but instead of seeing the darkness of the void—she was met by the opposite. Bright light from the sun clouded everywhere.

Where was she?

She looked around her. The grass was a lovely green of a backyard behind a white house in front of her. Surrounding the yard was a dark fence, and behind them were other houses. It was some sort of neighborhood. And the temperature felt warmer than it should be for October—it felt more like July.

"El?" Mike asked his girlfriend. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. But…" El said, still with the blindfold on.

"What do you see?" Laurie asked.

El's mouth scrunched a bit before saying. "A backyard. Grass is green. A white house. It's summer."

"Okay, that's weird," Dustin said, the others looking at him. "A nice neighborhood in the summer in Michael Myers's head?"

"Shut up, Dustin!" Max hissed.

El stood up and started to take in her surroundings. With her bare feet, she could feet the soft green grass beneath her. She could breathe in the fresh summer air into her lungs. She realized how she missed the summer very much. Is this what Michael dreams about? She didn't understand. It looked and felt nice.

She then smelled something else in the air. It smelled roasted and crispy. It was good smell. It made her hungry. And then she heard music as well.

(Johnny Angel – Shelley Fabares)

Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel, Johnny Angel. You're an angel to me.

El felt startled by the sound of the song, she could not help it sounded very lovely. She turned around and realized where that good smell was coming from. It came from a barbecue that was being prepared by a man in summer clothes. The man used tongs in order to flip the meat, in order for the different sides to be cooked. Next to him was a little boy, just watching him. The boy must be the man's son.

El looked to her left and saw a woman setting plates on the table, and a bowl of fruit salad in the middle. Further away from the table, was a girl, younger than the woman. She looked to be a pretty adolescent girl with long light brown hair, and she had a cheerful smile. The girl wore a pink blouse and dark blue skirt. She was shaking her hips, as she was wiggling a hula-hoop.

It was a family. A happy family. Smiling and having barbecue in the summer. And a song sang by a woman so beautifully. It was a nice sight.

"El, what do you see?" Laurie asked the blindfolded girl.

"A family." El said, causing everyone to listen closely. "A man. A woman. A girl, just the same age as Nancy. And… a boy."

El looked at the young, blonde-haired boy. Unlike the rest of the family, who were happy—the boy did not seem to share the same cheerful feeling. The boy looked quiet and had his back turned from the festivity.

El wondered why this boy looked so familiar. She walked closer to the boy; whose back was turned on her. As if he knew she was approaching him, the boy made a wave of his hand for her to go away—as if he wanted to be alone. El didn't understand why. She kept getting closer, and he made the wave again—almost a bit agitated. When El was now a foot away from the boy, he finally turned around and faced her. And El balked back at what she saw.

The boy had the most delicate features. His hair shined like dirty gold in the sunlight. His skin was flawless and smooth. He looked almost seemed angelic, as for one his age. But what stopped El in her tracks—were the boy's eyes.

The color of both his eyes were blue—but there was no joy in them. The boy had a blank and hollow expression on his face. And he stared up at El with a dark expression.

His eyes. The same eyes. Except this time—both of them were intact.

(Halloween 1978 OST Myers House)

The group saw El's mouth agape in horror and assumed the worst.

"El?" Mike said. "Are you okay?"

Though a bit shuddering, El spoke. "It's him. The boy…it's Michael." That caused everyone, including Laurie to lean back in horror. "Th-This… this is his family. The man. The woman. The girl…"

"Judith," Laurie said, and everyone looked at her. "His sister. Judith Myers."

"Then it's a memory then," Max said. "El is in Michael's memories."

The next moment El knew, the scene disappeared right in front of her. The barbecue. The backyard. The Myers Family, even Michael. All dissolved in a flash, now replaced by a strong breeze of window almost crashing against El. Then there was a rumble. As if far away in the void—there was thunder.

El continued to walk—then she someone. A small figure. It was Michael—still as a young child. She followed the figure of the boy as to where he was going. Then he disappeared into a strong mist. El didn't want to lose sight of him so she went into it.

For a moment, the fog was so unclear she couldn't see where she was going. She was worried she would be lost in this place. What if that were to happen? Being stuck in Michael's mind?

"Michael! What are you doing!" El heard a young girl's voice cry out.

"Why are you still staring? Get out of here, you little perv!" A teenage boy's voice cried out in agitation. El didn't understand what was happening. She didn't understand why the young man's voice shout out little perv. What did that mean? What did Michael do?

Coming into view in front of her were two figures: Michael and the teenage girl El saw earlier. She must be his sister. Judith Myers.

In front of her, Judith seemed to be yanking Michael by the arm as it looked like they came out of someplace. El was confused by the state of Judith's dressing. Her clothing looked a bit wrinkly and out of place. It looked like Judith was using her other hand to adjust her blouse, as if she had to quickly put it back on.

El saw Judith yanked Michael to stand in front of her. "What were you doing here, Michael?!" Judith exclaimed. "You were not supposed to see that!" Michael made no reply, he stared at his sister. "Just… don't tell mom and dad about it. Because if you do… I swear…" Michael stayed silent, and still looked at his sister with a hollow expression. "Are you even listening to me, Michael!" Judith grabbed Michael and started shaking him, angrily—yet Michael remained his stoic expression. "SAY SOMETHING, MICHAEL!" When Judith let him go, Michael turned around and left, leaving his sister dumbfounded.

El stood baffled at what she saw. What did Michael saw that made his sister angry at him? What was it that Judith didn't want Michael to tell his parents? And who was young man that angrily called Michael a little perv?

Even if El didn't understand why, she didn't like the way Judith yelled at Michael. It didn't sound nice of an older sister to be like that to their younger sibling. She did remember the one time a sister of hers, was very angry to her like that.

Kali.

She had been very angry and yelled at El for sparring Ray Carroll's life—the man who turned the machine on to 450, that fried her mother's brain—and had been involved in her sister's misery back at Hawkins Lab. She wanted to kill him, yes, but when she found out he had a family—she couldn't bear to make them orphans. Kali tried to kill him herself, but El used her powers to throw the gun away.

Was it like that between Michael and his sister?

(Halloween 1978 OST Michael Kills Judith)

The scene changed again. She saw Michael coming up a staircase, but his attire changed. He was wearing a flashy sort of clown costume, and he was even wearing a clown mask over his face, but what terrified El more—was the knife in his hand.

She saw Michael approaching a door to a room, and pushed the door opened. El thought she heard a girl humming to herself—then she heard the girl gasp.

"Michael!" Judith said, the tone of her voice clearly in shock. Then after that—Judith screamed.

El then realized in horror what was happening. It was Michael—he was killing his sister! The telekinetic girl covered her ears and closed her eyes, in order to close off Judith's screams and the horrible sound of Michael's knife slashing her.

A few moments passed, enough for her to think it was over. She unclasped her hands from her ears and opened her eyes—to see the scene shifted.

"JUDDIITTHHHH!" A man's shriek tore through the air.

"OH, MY G*D! OH, MY G*DDDD!" A woman cried. "My baby… oh my baby!"

El then saw Michael's parents, both of them looking like they have cried from the depths of the heart. El felt sadness for them. She realized they must have found out about their daughter's death. El could only imagine what pain they were going through—but it must hurt much more—since it was their son who did it.

El saw both parents now approaching the still-costumed boy, except his mask was off and his knife was caked in blood. Judith's blood.

"Michael?" Michael's mother stuttered in horror.

"Did you do this?" Michael's father asked his son, in a hoarse tone. "Did you do this?" His father said again, now agitated as he approached his son. "ANSWER ME!" Donald Myers yelled as he grabbed his son by his shoulders. "WHAT DID YOU DO!" He then shook his son violently—with Michael not reacting whatsoever.

"I SAID ANSWER ME! SAY SOMETHING!"

SLAP!

El gasped in horror when she saw Donald Myers slapped his son hard across his cheek. Red was forming on Michael's cheek, but strangely, the boy didn't cry out in pain or shock.

"DONALD!" Edith Myers pushed her husband away from their son. "DON'T YOU DARE SLAP HIM! HE'S OUR SON!"

"THE HELL, EDITH!" Donald yelled again. "OUR DAUGHTER IS DEAD! ASK HIM! ASK HIM!" Donald made a motion to grab at Michael again, but Edith shoved him away.

"GET AWAY FROM OUR SON!"

"THEN ASK HIM, THEN! DID YOU DO THIS MICHAEL?! DID YOU?!"

El could only feel horrible now at the scene in front of her. She felt appalled at what Michael did to his sister, and the pain his parents were now going through—but seeing his father yelling and treating him with such anger…

This fight between the family—it coldly reminded her of her fight with Hopper last year. Except Michael—did something intentionally horrible. Did Michael feel guilty for what he just did? Was he feeling horrible with how his father was treating him? Was he just not showing it?

The scene shifted with a different environment entirely. The walls and floor were white. There was one window that shined brightly in the room. Michael no longer wore his Halloween costume, but now a white shirt and matching pants. He sat on a chair next to the window—just staring into nothing.

The door to the room opened, revealing a nurse.

"Michael? There is someone here to meet you." The nurse said, and then made way for a man to enter the room—and El was shocked to see who it was.

It was Dr. Loomis. He looked so much younger and his beard was darker and less gray than she knew him to have. Not wearing the trench coat, he simply wore a brown suit, and a tan turtleneck underneath.

Michael turned his head and locked his eyes with Loomis.

"Hello, Michael," Loomis held his suitcase with both hands. "My name is Dr. Samuel Loomis."

El realized this was the first time Michael and Loomis met each other. This was the start of Loomis's care for Michael. This place must be the hospital Michael has been in for 15 years. Smith's Grove Sanitorium.

(Halloween 2018 OST Prison Montage)

A flash happened, and El could see Loomis and Michael sitting next to a table together. A tape recorder was recording on the table. Loomis looked somberly with his hands together, while Michael still impassive. He looked a few years older now.

"I just don't know, Michael. It's been years since your admittance here. And you haven't spoken a word in all that time. My goodness, it is as long as the time I had spent during the war." Loomis sighed. "I want to help you. I really do. I can do more to help you—if only you can at least communicate with me. I want to help you get out of this place—but if we are not able to make progress—and they will see it in my reports again—they may take me off the case. Just… please, Michael. Help me understand why. At least… say something, please."

The way Loomis was speaking to Michael—it was so different to how Loomis spoke of Michael with such contempt and horror. Loomis looks as if he is almost concern for Michael as like a father would for his son. He is a doctor who want to help him leave the hospital—not keep him there and do experiments on him. El almost envied Michael. Dr. Loomis was a better doctor than the one she had.

The scene shifted and El found herself again in a blazing fog. She couldn't see, but then she heard Dr. Loomis's voice.

"Michael, please. I'm trying to help you. What are you doing? Put it down, Michael! This instant! What… no! What are you doing?! Michael, stop! STOP! What is wrong with you, Michael?!"

El could tell by the tone of Loomis's voice, that Michael did something not good.

The fog was gone, and El found herself again in Michael's room. This time, El could see Michael had now aged. He looked to be the age of a teenager. At least the same age as she was now. He sat down and kept staring at the window. Not making a sound.

The door opened, and then appeared again Loomis, taking off his hat and stepping into the room—looking at Michael. But Loomis no longer looked at Michael with the same reassurance and care he had before—his stare at him was filled with contempt and resolve.

"You fooled them have you, Michael," Loomis calmly said.

Michael made no reply, but that didn't mean he didn't hear.

"But not I." Loomis said.

The scene shifted again, once again in Michael's room. El knew that an amount of time had passed. Still some things didn't change. Michael was still sitting and staring at the window. The door was opened by Loomis.

"Hello Michael," Loomis dryly said. "You have a visitor."

Now that made El curious. Who would come to visit Michael? A family member? His parents? At least his mother?

Loomis moved to the side to let the visitor in the room—and when El saw his face—the girl almost trembled and gasp in horror at the sight of the man she never thought she would see again.

It was Dr. Martin Brenner. Her Papa.

He was dressed all in black, with a long coat and a black hat. Yet he looked much younger since she last saw him. His hair was brown—not yet the stark white he would have years later.

El cringed when Brenner smiled at Michael.

"Hello Michael. My name is Dr. Martin Brenner." Brenner removed his hat and knelt in front of Michael. "I heard so much about you. And I think I can help you."

That made Michael look towards Brenner. He did not reply or made any other expression.

The scene shifted once more, but now it was different. Michael and Brenner were now in a cemetery. Not far ahead, were several men in black. They were people who followed her Papa. Brenner stood over Michael, who knelt in front of a gravestone. A fresh bouquet of flower had been placed in front of it. El moved closer to get a better view of the gravestone.

OUR

BELOVED

DAUGHTER

JUDITH

MYERS

BORN NOV. 10, 1947

DIED OCT 31, 1963

What on earth was Brenner doing here with Michael? Shouldn't Michael not be allowed to leave the hospital? El looked back to the guards not far away, perhaps… they brought Michael here to visit his sister's tombstone—and the guards were to protect Brenner or if Michael tried to escape.

"Strange, isn't Michael?" Brenner said. "How one night can changed our lives forever? Yet, you made that choice for yourself—that very night. Did you?"

Michael made no reply. He kept his stare at Judith's tombstone.

A while later, Brenner looked at his watch and whispered to Michael that it was time. Michael obeyed and walked away with Brenner holding on to his shoulder. The guards trailed behind them. Brenner and Michael made their way to Brenner's car. They stopped in front of the car, and Brenner put a hand on Michael's shoulder.

"Strange how you are grown up now, Michael, and you haven't had your driver's license." Michael looked at Brenner, after what the doctor said. "Would you like to learn how? I think it will do well for your progress. I'm sure Dr. Loomis won't mind. As long as what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Brenner's lips curled into a smile as he opened the door to car for Michael to get in.

(Halloween 1978 OST The Shape Escapes)

The scene started to shift, and El blinked her eyes in confusion. What was that all about? First, they were leaving the cemetery, and then her Papa wanted to teach Michael something before they went back? What did he mean when he said he wanted to teach Michael something new?

El then found herself in darkness again. Except it wasn't really the void. It was nighttime, and it was raining. Behind her, she saw a car shining lights in the dark. Coming out of the car—was Loomis. He made his way past her and towards what look like an open gate. Then El realized there were people wandering around outside the gate. They were all dressed like Michael. Were these people…

"Ahh!" El heard a faint cry coming from the car behind her. El shook when she saw a man in white, on top of the car and was terrorizing the woman in the car. After a while, the woman got out of the car and as she scrambled away on the road, the man in white slipped from the top and into the driver's seat of the car. He closed the door, and the car was starting again, and then sped off into the night.

Loomis came back and almost tried running after the car, but it was no use. He came over to the nurse. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm okay." The nurse said, exhausted and almost in shock.

"He's gone!" Loomis turned back into the direction the car went. "HE'S GONE FROM HERE! The evil is gone!"

Evil? El thought. Was that man? Who looked like he was wearing the same clothes as she once wore—was Michael?

This… this was how he escaped.

The scene shifted, it was dark for a moment, and El almost jumped when she thought she saw Michael, but she realized, despite that it looked to be a gas-station attire—it was a different man. The man looked to be in his 30's. He had black hair and a mustache. Far from him, looked to be his truck from work. The man had a sorrowful look on his face. Who was this man?

Suddenly, El jumped when a train past right next to them. And when it passed, the man in the mechanic uniform saw Michael—in his white sheet.

The man went to his knees at the sight of the white sheet, and his face started to form a look of joy.

"Sylvia! You've come back! You forgive me?" The man cried out at Michael. El was baffled. Who was Sylvia? Why did this man think Michael was Sylvia? Did the man not see Michael's face? Did this Sylvia dress up like Michael? What did this man do to Sylvia?

Suddenly, Michael came upon the man and wrapped his hands around his neck. El closed her eyes, not wanting to what happened next. Now she sees how Michael had gotten his dark-blue uniform from. But she felt pity and sadness for the man he had killed for it.

The scene shifted and El could see Michael's silhouette walking through a department store. It was dark with the lights not on, though El could see almost the Halloween accessories hung up around the store: Costumes, toys, and masks.

She saw Michael examining different masks in the mask section. She saw him stop for a moment, as if something caught his eye. He bent down a bit and stood up to hold up a white mask. El gaped in horror.

It was a William Shanter Mask—and what will become—Michael's mask.

(Halloween 1978 OST Laurie's Theme)

The scene shifted, and El found herself in what looked like a neighborhood. It almost looked like Mike's neighborhood, but along the sidewalk were big trees. There were trees almost on every block. Was this what it looked like in Haddonfield?

"Lonnie Elam said never to go up there," El turned to see a blonde boy talking to Laurie. El widened her eyes to see Laurie, who almost looked a bit younger and her hair looked lighter than before. She was dressed decently and had a bag in her arm. El then realized Laurie was coming from the porch of the Myers House. It was no longer the nice white but looked dull and sad. She guessed Michael's parents no longer lived there anymore.

"Lonnie Elam said that's a haunted house. He said real awful stuff happened there once." The boy continued, and El couldn't agree with this boy and whoever this Lonnie Elam was. Real awful stuff did happen in that house. She witnessed it no so long ago.

Laurie smiled and shook her head and patted the boy on the back. "Lonnie Elam probably won't get out of the sixth grade." El furrowed her eyebrows. Sixth grade? Mike explained to her now that he and the other friends were in high school, they were now in 9th grade. What did that mean for this Lonnie Elam? Does that mean he wasn't as smart as Mike and her other friends?

The boy, Tommy Doyle smiled after what Laurie said, and looked ready to depart. "I gotta go. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye!" Laurie said as the boy ran away, and she then walked down the sidewalk. El then heard Laurie started singing to herself.

I wish I had you all alone

Just the two of us

I would hold you close to me

So close to me

Suddenly coming in front of El was Michael, who was staring at Laurie. The Strode girl was unaware that she was being watched. El thought that this was the first time Michael saw Laurie.

The scene shifted, and El found herself in front of a school. The bell rang, and many kids were coming out. She then saw Tommy Doyle carrying a pumpkin, and then he was being picked on by three kids.

"HE'S GONNA GET YOU! HE'S GONNA GET YOU!"

"The Boogeyman is coming!" Said one of the boys, who was wearing a red jacket. The boy was Lonnie Elam.

"Leave me alone!" Tommy said. El wished the boys would leave Tommy alone.

"He doesn't believe us." One of the boys said.

"Don't you know what happens on Halloween?" Lonnie asked Tommy.

"Yeah, we get candy!" Tommy said.

"THE BOOGEYMAN! BOOGEYMAN! BOOGEYMAN! BOOGEYMAN!" They repeated again at Tommy. Tommy tried to get past them, before one of the boys tripped him causing to fall on his pumpkin which cracked open. The boys laughed and then left Tommy. El felt disgust at how these boys were treating Laurie's friend, they reminded her of Troy and James.

"Mouth-breathers," El said.

One of the boys were running towards the exit… and then he was caught by arms of the Shape.

El froze just as the boy did when Michael caught him. Michael then let go of the boy, and they both stared each other. The boy felt scared stiff and then ran away.

El saw that Michael was now following Tommy who was now departing the school grounds. She saw Michael get in the stolen car and started driving, now trailing the boy.

The scene shifted again, and El was back in the neighborhood. She then saw from across the street from her was Laurie, who was with two girls her age. One girl had short curly brown hair and the other had long styled blonde hair. They seemed to be carrying schoolbooks. The blonde girl seemed to be smoking a cigarette like Hopper.

"I forgot my chemistry book," Laurie looked down a bit.

"So, who cares?" Lynda said. "I always forget my chemistry book, and my math book, and my English book, and my French book, oh who needs books anyway. I don't keep books. I always forget all my books. It really doesn't matter if you have your books or not."

She stopped when she, Laurie, and Annie caught sight of Michael driving the car past them.

"Hey, isn't that Devon Graham?" Lynda asked.

"I don't think so," Laurie looked at the car with suspicious expression.

"I think he's cute!" Lynda smiled, and El pitied her. If only she knew who it was driving in that car.

"Hey, jerk!" Annie called out. "Speed kills!"

Suddenly, Michael stopped the car, as if he had been insulted at what Annie yelled at him. El almost shook in place, at what was going to happen next.

"G*d, can't even take a joke?" Annie said. Before long, the car started driving away again.

The scene shifted again, El was now in house, and it was now dark again. It was no doubt nighttime.

"C'mon Annie, that's enough. Well, it definitely stopped being funny now cut it out! You'll be sorry."

She turned to see coming up the stairs—was Laurie.

She looked to see Laurie walking towards a room, with the door creaked open—and there was light coming out of the room. Laurie opened the door and entered, and El followed—and what she saw horrified her.

(Halloween 1978 OST Better Check the Kids)

Lain across on the bed, was Laurie's friend, Annie—her eyes were open—but her throat was slit. Sitting on the pillows above her head—was a tombstone. Judith Myers's tombstone. Next the bed, was a jack-o-lantern and that glowed in the darkness.

El saw Laurie gape in horror and started whimpering at the sight of her dead friend. El felt so horrible for Laurie, now.

Laurie staggard back and then from out of the darkness—a corpse of a young man popped up.

Laurie screamed and staggard back again, away from the young man's corpse that was hanging upside down. The woman leaned against a closet, which opened to reveal Lynda's corpse stuck inside. Laurie screamed again and left the room.

El could only look in horror at the scene. Three people were dead. Their bodies were laid out and hung like they were decorations. It was cruel. El looked at Laurie, who was now in the hallway again, crying. El felt so horrible for her. She had just found her friends dead in the same room. She wished she could hug and comfort the woman—but this was only a memory. Michael's memory.

And speak of the devil, El gaped her mouth in horror as she saw—just behind Laurie—coming out from the shadows—was Michael's white mask. He was going to kill her.

"Laurie, behind you!" El cried out.

Laurie couldn't hear her, but she moved a bit—for the knife just to slash her at the shoulder. Laurie screamed.

El cried and covered her eyes—wanting this to be over.

But then she saw flashes coming to her.

(Halloween 1978 OST The Shape Stalks)

She saw Laurie falling down the stairs, injured but alive, and the woman looked up to see the Shape looking down at her—with a knife.

El saw Laurie making it out of the house and unto the street crying for help.

She saw Laurie now in another house, now wield a needle. She saw Michael coming from behind a couch and tried to stab, but only stabbed a cushion. Laurie used this chance to stab Michael in the neck. El winced a bit. That had got to hurt.

El then saw Michael trying to break into the closet Laurie was in. After a scuffled with the doors, the lightbulb was turned on. She heard Laurie grunted and then she saw Michael holding his eye in pain. Then she heard his knife and dropped and then there was a stabbing sound—and Michael fell to the floor limp.

But it wasn't over. After El saw Laurie telling Tommy and Lindsey to go to people called the Mackenzie's, she was about to come out of the bedroom—only for Michael to grab her from behind and tried to strangle her. Laurie fought back and managed to rip off Michael's mask.

Michael put his mask back on—then there was gunshot—that made El jump.

It was Loomis who fired the shot. Michael staggard back into the bedroom, and Loomis followed after him. Loomis saw Michael and shot him five more times—until Michael staggard off from the balcony.

The scene shifted again, and El saw Lonnie Elam, who was now walking alone on the sidewalk, holding trick-or-treat pumpkin for candy in his hand. He looked to be grumbling to himself. El wondered what happened to his friends.

Lonnie stopped when he heard something.

"Whose there?" There was no answer. "If it's you guys, I'm gonna kill you! Guys?"

Lonnie looked at the hedge which he thought just moved a bit. He walked a bit closer, wanting to discover who was watching him, and El shook her head helplessly, wanting so much to yell at Lonnie to run away. And miraculously, Lonnie listened to El's prayers and he started to step away. Then, coming from the hedge—was Michael.

Lonnie screamed and dropped his container and started dashing away from the masked man across the street. Michael went after the boy, and El could see that he seemed to be clutching his hand to his chest.

Then she heard the sound of a car and turned to see a police car coming up the road. When the headlights lighted Michael's figure in the dark, the car then started driving at full speed towards Michael. Michael had little time to brace himself before…

CRASH!

Michael's contact with the speeding car sent him off rolling against the street until he lay motionless on the ground.

El thought she heard a loud argument coming from the car, and out of it was Dr. Loomis, who was now walking towards Michael's form, with a gun in hand.

A police officer got out of the car and ran towards Loomis. "Wait for Meeker and the others-!"

"NO! I am going to finish this!" El realized Loomis was about to end Michael's life once and for all. If so, why didn't he?

Loomis aimed his gun at Michael's head and put his finger on the trigger—but the police officer grabbed hold of Loomis and turned him the other way, where the doctor fired the gun at empty air.

"NO! Let go of me! I have to do this!"

While Loomis and the police officer struggled, white vans arrived at the scene, and El recognized them. The same vans that chased her and her friends almost two years ago. She even flipped one of them in the air with her mind. They were the vans of Hawkins Lab.

Coming out of the vans were men. The bad men. Some of them approached Michael and others came over to the officer's aid in subduing Loomis. "Don't worry Dr. Loomis, we'll take it from here."

"No! No! You don't understand! He needs to die! It needs to die!" Loomis yelled as his gun was taken from him.

El saw Brenner kneeling in front of Michael. He took out an injection needle and injected it into Michael's neck. With the look of satisfaction on his face, he motioned his men to pick Michael up.

Brenner went to face Loomis who was still struggling with Hawkins. Loomis stopped struggling when he saw Brenner.

"Brenner?"

"Hello, Sam," Her Papa gave a faint smile to the good doctor.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Doing? I am here to uphold the law. Four people have died today, and I am here to make sure it stops."

"No," El saw Laurie walking towards them, despite her hurt ankle. "No!" The woman started to dart to where the men were carrying Michael, but Brenner grabbed her by the arms. "NO! NO, HE CAN'T! NO!"

"Ma'am," Brenner tried to calm Laurie. "You are in shock." Laurie tried to squirm. "You don't need to worry anymore. He will stand trial. No one else will get hurt. It's over." The way her Papa was trying to assure Laurie, reminded El when Papa got a hold of her back at the school, when he tried telling her he was going to take her home and he could make everything better. But it was a lie. He was lying to Laurie just as he was lying to her back then.

Bad. Bad.

"IT'S NOT OVER UNTILL HE'S DEAD! UNTIL HE'S DEAD! UNTIL HE BURNS IN HELL!" El could understand Laurie's pain and fear, but Papa did not so much.

"Subdue her," Papa said to his men, and he then looked at Loomis. "Subdue them both." With that, Papa let go of Laurie and two men grabbed her to hold her in place. Two more men came over to the officer's aid to hold Dr. Loomis in place and they took away his revolver.

With the two people held in place, El's Papa walked to the front of the van where the unconscious Michael was being taken away in.

"YOU FOOLS!" Loomis cried out. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE HANDLING!"

Laurie cried out as well, even as she was held by two men. "NO! LET HIM BURN! LET HIM BURN!"

El gasped and opened her eyes as she realized the scene shifted again.

(Stranger Things OST Hawkins Lab)

El now saw Michael sitting once again in a sterile, white room; unlike his room at Smith's Grove, there was no window, that made the room even more isolating. It looked like Michael didn't care. He sat down and just stared at the wall, as if he could see through the bricks. His clothing now was that of a hospital cloth—so similar to what she wore at Hawkins Lab.

Entering the room—was her Papa.

"Well, Michael. That trial was a ruckus, but we managed." He kneeled in front of Michael. "The lessons paid off I see. You are a natural with the wheel indeed. I do feel a bit disappointed, that you didn't went up to your full potential. Fewer people dead than I expected. Although, we don't want to draw that much attention, don't we? What matters most is that you took my offer to leave that Sanitorium, and now you are here with me. And we have much work to do."

El opened her mouth in shock at what her Papa was saying. The escape? The driving? It was him?

The scene shifted again, and El saw a man imprinting something on Michael's right wrist. On his wrist were three numbers:

031.

Brenner came behind Michael and patted his back. "Welcome to the program… 31."

A flash came, and El saw orderlies bringing Michael, who was strapped to a wheelchair. He was taken to a room where Brenner was waiting for him. Michael was taken out of the chair and placed on another chair, where they place several straps and a gear on his head. The gear had wires that led to a machine. And the one handling the machine, was a person El hadn't see in so long. Ray Carrol.

"Turn it up," Brenner said, and Ray did as he was told. Michael started frisking with the electricity starting to shake him uncomfortably. "Higher." Michael shifted even more, it almost looked hard for him to keep his mouth shut. "Higher."

"But sir!" Ray protested. And El remembered very well what 450 did.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Brenner narrowed his eyes at Carrol, who shakily shook his head. "More juice!"

Ray then turned to 450, and Michael's body made a spasm.

"All right! Stop!" Brenner yelled, and Ray immediately stopped the machine, and Michael felt still.

Brenner kneeled in front of Michael. "You barely made any sounds. No voice. It's okay to yell, 31. It's natural. It would be easier if you did."

El understood. Papa wanted Michael to speak. He was torturing him, hoping he could.

The scene shifted, and she was back in Michael's room.

The door to the room—more like a cell—opened. Revealing Martin Brenner looking at Michael almost gleefully.

"Hello, 31." Michael remained silent. "I know I have been gone for a long while. Business at my other workplace has been… a bit complicated." Brenner smiled. "Which is why I have brought someone to meet you." Brenner opened the door wider for the person behind him to enter the room with him. "Come in dear."

El stared in confusion at the little girl coming beside Brenner. The little girl had blonde hair and soft brown eyes. She wore dark blue overalls over her white shirt. The girl held close to her chest was a stuffed lion…

No… it couldn't be…

El's mouth was agape in shock. Not only the stuffed lion… but the girl… it started to come back to her. Even her hair. The girl's hair would later be shaved. And then it would turn to a brown color. Her color.

"Don't be shy, dear." Martin placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "31 say hello to a friend of mine. This is Eleven. She is going to be your little sister."

No. No. It was her. It was Eleven as a young girl. And she was being introduced to Michael Myers. She… she had met him before? All this time? How come she never recognized him the moment she saw him? 31. Papa never told her his real name. But his face! Did she somehow forgot what his face looked like? El started to feel something… coming back to her.

31. 31. 31.

Her brother. Just like Kali—008—was her sister.

"Doesn't she look like an angel… 31?" Papa asked Michael with a grin.

El felt numb and she wanted to scream.

El then saw what she now remembered. The day Papa had her hair shaved till it was a stubble. And then El saw Michael's dark hair being shaved until it was a stubble as well. Though of course, Michael was not bothered as her younger self was.

Young El and Michael were now seated on one table, on both of their heads were sensors which relayed signals to machines next to them. The machine was scribbling waves on paper, as Papa watched with intense attention.

Later, Young El cringed her face as Papa ejected a sample of blood from her arm and put it into a vial.

She then saw Brenner, put some sort of mixed injection into Michael's neck—and the stoic man started fidgeting—even started to breath hard through his nose.

El now saw Brenner kneeling next to Michael, who was once again sitting down, looking stoic. What had happened? How much time had passed?

"I know it has been a while, 31. And I think you must miss your sister, Eleven. But lately she has doing a great amount of work—lately which I have been very proud of. She discovered something truly amazing… and we are going to pursue it."

What? El thought. What was Papa talking about.

"We are about to make history, and Eleven will be the key to all of that. I'm sorry you will have to stay here at St. Culpa's while we do it, 31, but I'll be sure to bring you back to see Eleven. I have no doubt you miss her. Oh, and I came to give you this."

Brenner held up a small plant pot that had purple flowers.

Purple Flowers.

El remembered Papa had given her flowers like that… the day… she had opened the gate.

The scene shifted, and it seemed some time has passed. Michael was still sitting down as usual. Next to him on a stool was the pot of purple flowers Brenner had given him, though they looked a bit faded.

Entering into the room, was not Martin Brenner, but to El's surprise—it was Dr. Sam Owens—and with him were two doctors she never seen before.

Owens looked warily at Michael, looking down a bit before speaking. "Hello, Michael. It's Dr. Owens, it's been a while. And here with me is Dr. Hoffman and Dr. Sartain. I wonder if you have heard the news but allow me to tell you: There has been an incident—Dr. Martin Brenner is dead."

At that Michael almost turned his head towards them but didn't. Though the act didn't go unnoticed, and it almost made the three doctors shift a bit, and they both looked at each other. Sartain nodded at Owens. The doctor then looked at Michael again. "I'm sorry. The Department has placed me to be Dr. Brenner's successor. And Dr. Hoffman and Dr. Sartain here will be your new caretakers."

The scene shifted again.

Eleven now saw Michael in some sort of courtyard. He was standing in the center of a yellow-lined square, with his hands cuffed with chains linked to the ground, just like the other patients around them. El looked at the other patients and felt unnerved by the way they acted. Their focus looked out of tune with reality and looked lost in their own worlds. One was in a wheelchair, one held an umbrella over his head, and one of them had very long hair.

Just how much time has passed?

(Halloween 2018 OST Aaron Meets Michael)

"Michael?" El turned around to see three people approaching Michael, and she widened her eyes. She recognized two of them—the two reporters—the ones who had come to Hawkins—the ones she saw Michael kill in the void. They were alive in here. Was this right before?

Next to the young reporters was Dr. Sartain. El noted the man looked a bit shorter than the reporters. His hair was dark, and he had a mustache. In his hand looked to be a ring of keys. His voice had some accent in it.

The three of them stopped just a bit away from the yellow-lined square.

"Michael?" Dr. Sartain said again. "I got some people who would like to meet you."

The male reporter stepped a bit further, his female companion stayed where she was, but in her hand was a tape recorder.

"Hello, Michael." The male reporter said. "My name is Jefferson. I have been investigating your case for some time, and yet there was so little to unearth about you. I like to know more… about that night."

Michael remained silent.

Jefferson stepped further a bit. "Do you ever think about them, Michael? Do you feel guilty? The children? Your sister?" For a moment, it looked like Michael twitched a bit at that.

Jefferson stepped until he was less than a centimeter away from the yellow line. He now pondered something, before looking at the doctor for confirmation. The doctor nodded. Jefferson turned back to Michael.

"I borrowed something from my friend at the attorney general's office, Michael." Jefferson reached into his bag for something. El felt a stillness in the air. She saw it in Debra and Dr. Sartain's faces. After a moment, Jefferson pulled out and held out something that made El tremble—Michael's mask.

When the mask was pulled out, Michael almost turned his head a bit to face them but didn't.

"You feel it, don't you, Michael?" Jefferson said, while holding up the mask. "You feel the mask."

El didn't like what she was feeling. The moment Jefferson pulled out the mask, it felt like a dark feeling was spreading throughout the courtyard. She started to hear queer noises, and El realized it was the other patients.

"Peak-ka-wo…" The man in the wheelchair whined. "Peek-ka-wo!"

Even the guard dogs started whimpering.

"Say something, Michael," Jefferson said.

Michael remained silent, as he was still.

"Say something!" Jefferson said, now agitated. El couldn't understand why Jefferson was so on to this. Did he realize what was happening?

Now the other patients started shaking and rattling with their chains.

"You feel it, Michael?" Jefferson said, feeling on edge. "It's part of you. Say something, Michael. Say something."

The dogs started barking. The patients started making bizarre noises. Others whooped in the air. Then there was laughing.

El realized the laughing was coming from behind her. She turned around to see a patient not far from her. But… he looked so familiar. The face, the laugh… and the grin.

"They're dead!" The man laughed as he held up a box. "THEY'RE ALL DEAD!"

El looked in horror as she remembered the man now. Last year when she went to Illinois to look for her sister, when she was going through the city—she was in the alley—full of homeless people—and one of them was the same man laughing—and how he scared her. What was he was doing here?

The sounds of the alarms going off kept going. El couldn't take it. The dark feeling combing through the courtyard. The patients ranting. The man laughing. The dogs barking. Debra and Dr. Sartain looking very uncomfortable. Jefferson becoming agitated. And Michael—the only thing looking still.

The long-haired man growled in anger.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Jefferson yelled at Michael.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Judith yelled.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Donald Myers yelled.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Loomis yelled.

"SAY SOMETHING!" Brenner yelled.

The voices were now echoing in her head. El couldn't take it. All these years, how could Michael be inhuman to all their responses? What was he waiting for?

El looked at the stoic face of Michael. She remembered now. Things she had repressed from her time in the lab. What Brenner had put them through. And that he was her brother. Her lost brother.

Was this what he wanted to show her?

How could she think with all the noise going on? Why couldn't he just…

With tears streaming from her eyes. El looked at Michael's face and screamed.

"SAY SOMETHING, MICHAEL!"

Everything froze. No more noise. No barking. No yelling. Jefferson, Debra, and Dr. Sartain looked completely frozen. El didn't understand. She then looked at Michael—who started to move.

He noticed her. He looked into her eyes with his one good eye, even with his dead one.

El and Michael held eye contact for a long moment. El's eyes were stained with tears, while Michael looked at her impassively, but she had his full attention.

Michael grabbed her arm. Before El could scream, he pulled her through.

El quickly took the blindfold off, and felt relieved she found herself back in the cabin—only… why was she alone?

She looked all around her. Her friends were nowhere to be seen. Laurie and Mike were not next to her. Even the couches were empty. Did something terrible happened? Why didn't they bring her with them?

"Mike?" El called out. "Laurie?" She got stood up from her position. "Mike?" Her tone became desperate. "Mike! MIKE!" She yelled, as she felt tears forming in her eyes.

She then heard thumping. More like heavy footsteps… coming from Hopper's bedroom. Part of El hoped that it was Hopper coming to tell her it was okay, but it couldn't be. Appearing at the doorway of the room—was Michael Myers—the Boogeyman.

El let out a horrified gasp at the sight him—in her home.

"Michael?" El staggard back. "What are doing here?"

Michael just tilted his head at her.

"Because you called out his name… Jane." A woman's voice answered. El almost froze. The woman's voice was not Laurie's. Or Joyce's. They wouldn't even call her by that name. Slowly, El turned around—to see a woman standing in the shadows.

Slowly the woman stepped out of the shadows. El was baffled at what the woman was wearing. The woman was almost all in white. Her white dress was long, and it dragged to the floor. It looked like a wedding dress or one like the ones princess's wear in movies. The woman's hair was white as well white like the moon. Her skin was white as well, though almost paler.

Despite the whiteness of her dress and hair, the look on the woman's face disturbed El. The woman did not have an ugly face, the face looked fair and would have been prettier if the woman smiled with good cheer. The woman's face looked like it had been masked with so much of the stuff Mike used on her years ago. The woman's eyes were dark, just as the dark bags under them. The woman came closer—and El could finally confirm with a horrified gasp who she was.

Terry Ives. Her mother.

"Mama?" El croaked, her mouth now agape. "I thought…" How could this be possible. She was out of the chair. She was standing. And she was here. "You're awake?" A part of El wanted so much to run into the woman's arms and hug her, and let her tears stain her white dress. She wanted to hug her so badly. To feel that after all those years apart. All those stolen years… yet El knew something was wrong. "I don't… get it. You're here…" El glanced at the Boogeyman, who was still watching her. "…with him?"

"You called for him, didn't you?" Terry said, who was starting walk towards El. The girl remained cautious and stepped backwards to keep distance from the woman.

"I called out for Mike," El said. "My boyfriend. What did you do? Where are my friends?"

"They are all right… for now." Terry said, in an almost ominous way. "You can call for them all you like, but they can't hear you." The woman gave El a dark look. "Because now we see you."

El froze at what she said. Did that mean…

"It was unwise to look for Michael," Terry said. "And because of that… he can see you." El then realized that if Michael and her mother were in the cabin… that meant Michael knows where she lives.

"And now it's time." Terry said.

"Time?" El said, looking at her mother, baffled. "For what?" She then glanced at Michael. "Michael, what did you do?" Michael just tilted his head. El looked back at the pale face of her mother, whose lips started to curl in a sadistic smile.

"Trick or Treat!" Holly and Karen both said as they held up their open bags. Mrs. Blackburn opened the door and smiled as looked at two little girls dressed in costumes. One was dress as a pink princess, and the other was a wearing a red-white clown outfit. Behind them were Karen and Ted Wheeler, who smiled at Mrs. Blackburn.

"Oh, my goodness! Aren't you two cute! I count Holly and…" Mrs. Blackburn looked at the girl in the clown costume next to Holly, who was wearing the pink princess costume. "What's your name, dear?"

"It's Karen," Little Karen answered, which surprised Mrs. Blackburn.

"Oh, my! Just like you Karen!" Mrs. Blackburn said to Karen Wheeler, who smiled. "I must say… is she…"

"Oh, no," Ted said. "She is a daughter of a friend of ours."

"Well, my, my… she and little Holly here look like they can be twins!" That made Holly and Karen giggle each other. The woman then held a bowl of candy for them to take. Karen's eyes widen at the amount of candy there was in a bowl. It wasn't something she saw every day.

"Well, you take care, and Happy Halloween!" Mrs. Blackburn.

"You, too, Lucille!" Karen waved as she and her family left the entrance of the Blackburn's.

"What did you get, Karrie?" Holly asked her companion.

"A lot of Reces Pieces!" Little Karen said.

"Be careful, kid." Ted said. "Eat too much and you'll get bad stomach. If not, your mom will have to pay more for your teeth."

"Ted!" Karen hissed at her husband.

"Okay!" Little Karen said. "Never been trick-or-treating before."

That made Karen raise an eyebrow. "Is this your first time, Karrie?"

"Yeah," Little Karen nodded. "Mom told me it's dangerous to go out on Halloween."

That made Karen and Ted look at each other weirdly. Did Laurie have a problem with trick-or-treating? Well, it looked reasonable for it to be Little Karen's first time, since she was about five years old, perhaps she was not old enough in the past. But then remembering that Laurie and her uncles saying they have come to Hawkins to celebrate Halloween with the family, sounded a bit…

"Gah!" A figure appeared out of the bush and caused the four people to scream. Ted almost jumped back in shock; he almost would have flipped his glasses off.

"Gotcha! Gotcha!" The girl said in her skeleton costume, and then she removed her Silver Shamrock Skull mask.

Karen looked closely and realized. "Erica Sinclair? Is that you?"

"That's my name, Mrs. Wheeler," Erica said proudly. "You better remember it, because you can't spell America without it."

"Erica," A girl in a pirate costume about Erica's age approached her. "You don't need to go scaring about the neighborhood."

"Pfft, where's the fun in that, Tina?" Erica said, before turning to the Wheeler's. "No offense, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. Sorry, if we gave you a start."

"Well, it is Halloween," Ted said, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Everyone is entitled to a good scare after all. Just be sure you don't kill anyone with it, young lady."

Karen rolled her eyes at that, before looking at Erica. "You and your friend trick-or-treating by yourselves, Erica?"

"Yeah, why not, Mrs. Wheeler?" Erica asked.

"Your brother is not with you?"

"Pfft!" Erica blew a raspberry in the air at the mention of her brother. "Lady, I am ten years old. Anybody ask me that I need my brother to babysit me thinking that is a normal thing for someone my age? I don't think so."

"Well, it's just…" Karen said, looking a little concerned. "I thought if I saw your brother, Mike would be with them."

"Oh, right," Erica understood Karen's concern. "Relax, your son may still be with my butthead brother and all the other nerds. Don't worry, nerds like them will be fine. Happy Halloween." Erica then excused herself and passed the Wheelers, with Tina following after her.

"Bye!" Tina said, as she followed Erica to the front of the Blackburn residence.

"Don't worry, Karen," Ted said, putting a hand on his wife's shoulder. "I'm sure Mike's fine."

Karen tried to fine comfort in Ted's words, but it still didn't wave the uneasy feeling inside her.

After getting Reces Pieces from the Mrs. Blackburn, Erica and Tina departed the residence and made their way down the sidewalk. Tina looked at the candy in her bag.

"I now have four 4 Three Muskateers," Tina said. "7 Reces Pieces—"

"Ugh! We might as well turn this whole town orange and yellow!" Erica frustratingly said. "If the next house we stop by gives me another Reces Pieces—I swear I am going to kill someone—"

BUMP!

(Stranger Things OST Satyagraha: Act II Tagore Scene 1)

Erica and Tina bumped unexpectantly into a figure who still stood place.

"What the hell!" Erica exclaimed, as she and Tina bent down to pick up their dropped candy bags. When they retrieved their treats from the floor, Erica was ready to pent her anger at the bum who they bumped into. "Just who the hell you think you—"

Erica stopped when she looked up and caught sight of the face of the Shape, who was now looking down at her. She didn't care if it was another bum in a knock-off mask—but the mask of this… man—it made her froze with this creeping feeling bubbling in the back of her neck.

"Whoa, sorry mister," Tina tried apologizing, but then she too caught sight of the face of the Shape, and she started to feel numb in his gaze.

"Uh, Tina?" Erica said, still holding her gaze on the Shape. "I think we should go now. Sorry… sir." The Sinclair took her friend's hand, and they departed the presence of the Shape. Erica didn't know he was, but when she beheld his gaze, she felt a darkness almost seeping into her. And she wanted to get her friend and herself far away from him as possible.

When the girls left, the Shape turned right and made his way in the lot of the Blackburn's residence. He walked calmy towards the open shed, where sitting worktable was a hammer. The Shape picked it up and turned towards the Blackburn House.

"Mama, what did you do?" El looked at the ghostly apparatus of her mother, and then glanced at Michael, who was still staring at her. "What did you do, Michael?"

"Doing what he does best," Terry said, and El looked back at her. El then heard a man's cry from outside the window. And then she heard a woman's cry. And then she the crying of a young child. El felt a terrible feeling growing within and realized what it meant.

"No," El looked at Michael. "No. No, it can't be. You were still sitting down…" But what if… the whole thing… Michael sitting in place during Halloween when he could have been out. She remembered what her friends said. "Trap."

It was a trap for her.

El looked at her ghostly mother.

"You shouldn't have looked for him, but that's good. So, now you won't be able to interfere."

This week has been strange for Blackburn's, especially since it was Halloween. It started when he and his brother became concerned when rats had been eating almost all of their fertilizers and pesticides at their supply houses. He didn't know why the hell rats would consume chemicals that would definitely kill you, but it happened. He explained that to Nancy Wheeler and Joyce's son when they came by the supply house the other day.

Doug's brother thought it was the Crawley's trying to play a prank, but he that was stupid to how the Crawley's could train rats to eat fertilizer. Doug hoped that if it were to happen again, they could get to the bottom of it, but now the time of trick-or-treating, and he wanted to stay at home with his family.

He was in the kitchen cutting tomatoes for the sandwiches he was preparing for him and him and Lucille, as she was at the door ready to give candy out. In the living room, their two-year old boy, Barry, was in his crib.

He thought he heard something, but then he remembered the TV was on, playing 'The Thing from Another Planet.' At least it was not as brutal as the remake that Carpenter guy did.

"Hey, Luci?" Doug called out as he cut the last of the tomatoes into slices. "You want onions on your sandwich?"

"Why of course not, Doug," Lucille called out from the entrance. "You know onions make me smell."

"Of course, they do," Doug grinned to himself.

"Some mustard would be nice."

"Mustard. Good Choice. Coming right up." Doug said, as he put the kitchen knife down next the sandwich and turned in the opposite direction towards the refrigerator.

Unknown to him, the Shape had entered the kitchen with the hammer in his hand, and saw Doug opening the refrigerator, with his back facing the Shape. The Shape walked towards him and raised the hammer.

THWACK!

"UGH!"

"Doug?" Lucille turned her head, as she thought she heard her husband cry out in pain. "Are you alright?" She still held the bowl of candy in her hand. Fearing for her husband, Lucille made her way to the kitchen. She then looked down on the floor and there was Doug… dead.

Lucille dropped the bowling of candy and it crashed and spilled the treats across the kitchen floor. She was to about scream a high pitch from her throat when a hand closed around her mouth, and in the other hand was Doug's kitchen knife. The blade that was stained with tomato came in direct contact with her throat. And with one swift motion—Lucille Blackburn fell to the floor in front of her husband—dead.

The Shape tilted his head as the woman's blood started to flood the pieces of candy that she had dropped on the floor.

Baby Barry started crying out in his crib, causing the Shape to leave the kitchen towards the crib where the baby laid. The Shape tilted his head at the baby, who was now an orphan thanks to him. The baby waddled his hands in the air, then it caught sight of Michael's mask. They held each other's gazes before the baby started crying out again, as if he sensed a dark force coming from the Shape. The Shape left the child and then proceeded to exit the Blackburn House.

When the Shape left, baby Barry tried standing up, in effort to cry out for his parents.

"Mmm… Mama, Mama, Mama… MAMA!"

"Mama, no…" El said, realizing what was happening. "Don't. There are people here."

"It wouldn't matter, my child," Terry said adamantly, and then looked at Michael. "He's been waiting a long time for this night."

The Shape walked out and back on the sidewalk with his newly acquired weapon in head, which was still stained with Lucille's blood. He then turned right. Walking past him was a couple who looked at his appearance in astonishment.

"Oh, my goodness…" The woman said, almost looking a bit spooked by the Shape.

"Yeah, man!" The woman's male companion said, looking impressed with Michael's appearance. "Look bad*ss!"

Michael made no reply as the couple walked away. They had no idea what he really was or what he was capable of.

A group of costumed children left the doorstep of a house with bags full of candy. The Shape looked at the house knowing he had another opportunity. He stepped up onto the front porch which was covered with so many jack-o-lanterns, all with different kinds of faces. The Shape crouched near a window, to see a woman talking on the phone, and seemed to have a worried expression on her face. The Shape then left the porch.

"Oh, my G*d, Sally," Jules said, while holding the phone to her ear. "That's awful. How's Betsy's family taking it?"

"Oh, they're very shaken alright. I'm afraid weeping over a dog may be the least of their concerns. Especially, with what the police have been saying."

"Oh, my goodness. Well, I'll keep my doors locked, just in case."

"How are the kids doing?"

"Out with his friends, doing something fun at the house. I should call them, but first I should lock up."

"Okay. I'll see later."

"Yeah, you, too." With that Jules hung up on Sally. She didn't notice the Shape passing by her window and into her backyard.

She went to lock her front door and then went to her window, looking at the kids and families outside, but having the cautious feeling one of them was the man who killed Betsy's Payne's dog. She hoped her son will come home soon, so they could lock up securely in the house. She then proceeded to close the blinds.

She thought she was safe inside her home, but it all changed when the Shape grabbed her by her hair and she screamed. The Shape cut off her scream by bashing her head a few times against the furniture. And then the Shape raised his knife in the air—and ended her life.

"Why?!" El cried. "Why are you doing this?" She looked frantically at Michael. "Why Michael?! These people… they didn't do anything to you! Why my home?!"

"Why, Jane?" Terry said. "One of those reasons—leads back to you."

El looked at her ghost mother in confusion. "What?"

Terry titled her head a bit. "Do you remember… the night you saw Michael?"

El didn't understand and then remembered. The first time she saw Michael… not the time during her childhood… but when she saw him through the void, two nights ago. When he had killed the two journalists in the bathroom, when he had reclaimed his mask, he turned… and then he saw her.

"Yes," Terry smiled. "Michael saw you through the void… and he remembered you. His sister. His little sister. The sister he couldn't have… since Judith."

El felt a wave of horror coursing through her, and she looked back at Michael, whose stare was starting to pierce her soul.

"You… lead us here, and now… you are going to have let us stay."

The Shape departed Jules's house and found himself alone in an alley between the houses… or so he thought.

"RARRGH!" The werewolf dressed Zimmerman appeared right in front of Michael, and he stopped. "Hello there!" Earl shouted in a haunted voice.

Appearing next was Kenny Zimmerman dressed in the mask from the killer from Crystal Lake, the same one he dressed from last year. "Trick or Treat, Freak!"

"Oooohhh!" Robby Zimmerman dressed as a clown appeared last. "What's wrong? Scared?"

The Shape made no reply, nor did he show any reaction. It was starting to dismay the brothers. They get it that this was an adult, but they at least expected some reaction. Either he was playing it smart, or he was a dumb freak like the Zombie Boy Byers, who they scared the hell out of last year.

"Hey man," Ken said. "Were talking to you—"

Before he could finish, the Shape quickly grabbed both Kenny and Earl's heads and bashed them against each other, causing both of them to fall to the ground.

"Hey, man! What the—" Robby protested but was stopped when the Shape stabbed him in the gut. Robby was silent till he saw the knife in his stomach and started whimpering in horror at what was happening.

In a sudden, the Shape lifted the knife upwards before pulling out of Robby with a bloody shred.

"ROBBY!" Earl yelled in horror as he saw his brother looking at his bloody stomach before falling to the ground, bleeding to death. He looked at the Shape with rage. "YOU MOTHERFU-!"

The Shape grabbed hold of Earl's raised fist and stopped him, the man looked at the Shape's face and felt a flood of horror coursing through him.

Kenny regained his senses and upon seeing Robby's corpse and his brother being held by the Shape, his rage was turned on. He dashed even his mask on towards the shape with a raised fist. The Shape quickly swiped his knife at Kenny's fist. Kenny cried out in pain as fell again to the ground, holding his bleeding hand. Earl stared at his brother in horror.

"KE-!" Earl couldn't finish as the Shape quickly stabbed him in the gut.

"Arg… uck… arl…" They were the last sounds Earl could make from his throat before the Shape pulled his knife out and tossed Earl's corpse to the ground.

"Ah! Why… w-why'd you do that…" Kenny whimpered as he kneeled on the ground clutching his bleeding right hand in great pain. In place of his fingers were bleeding stumps when the Shape sliced through them with his knife.

"Please no more…" Kenny cried as he used his left to remove his mask, showing his tear-stained face. "It… it was just a trick… we didn't… why?" He looked pleadingly at the Shape, who tilted his head, before he walked towards him.

The Shape placed his knife down, before standing before a kneeling Kenny and then took his head with both hands.

"No…" Kenny looked pleadingly at the Shape as he felt his strong hands pushing against the structure of his head. "Please, no…"

The Shape had no care for his pleas, and in the end, there was a horrible crack.

El started to back away from Michael and Terry, both of whom were starting to walk towards her.

"The time has come, Jane. You can run, but you can never hide. We are going to find you. And when we do, we are going to end your friends. And then we are going to end… everyone!"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" El yelled and ran from the two and into Hopper's bedroom, and she shut the door locked.

She sank to the floor in despair. "Please, let me out! LET ME GO! I want to go home!" She cried so much, and when her tears started to dry up, she noticed something. Something… no, it was someone… laying on Hopper's bed.

It was a teenage girl, sprawled on her back on Hopper's bed. Almost like how Laurie found Annie Brackett. But it wasn't Annie Brackett.

It was Barb. Barbara Holland.

El gasped at the sight of Barb's corpse. She looked to be in the same state when El found her in the Upside Down. Her whole body was still a wreck of decay. Green slime and web covered her chest. Her skin was grey. Her red hair was absent of color. And a slug was coming out of her mouth.

El backed up in horror, and suddenly right next to her… a body then flung upside down next to her.

El screamed as she saw Bob Newby's bloody chewed up corpse appeared next to her, now hanging upside down like Bob Simms's corpse did.

El backed away from the hanging corpse before backing next to Hopper's wardrobe. Then the door to the wardrobe opened—revealing her first friend—Benny Hammond. His corpse stuffed in the wardrobe like a broken doll like Lynda Van Der Klok—and he had a bleeding gunshot wound in the head where Connie Frazier had shot him.

El screamed again. Realizing she couldn't stay any longer in the bedroom; the girl flung the door open with her powers and ran out of the room—into Michael's grasp.

"Holly! Don't go too far!" Karen shouted as her youngest daughter ran down the sidewalk away from them.

Holly was too excited to get to the next house, she teasingly thought if Little Karen was going race after her.

THWACK!

Holly bumped into what felt like a punching bag. She backed up and realized she was staring at a man. Not a man, a giant. He was dressed in dark blue. His face was white. Yet, there seemed to be a splatter of red over his mask and torso.

"Are you a giant?" Holly asked the Shape, who stared down at her, silently.

"Holly?" Karen came over to her daughter, and she froze a bit when she saw her daughter standing in front of the Shape. She led her daughter away from him. "Holly, it's not nice to talk to strangers."

"You alright?" Ted came over to the girls and then glanced at the Shape, who was still watching them. The sight of him made him almost froze. He could barely describe him, but it may be him or this man's costume was the most intimidating and most no-nonsense Halloween costume he had ever seen.

"Uh, sorry, sir. Didn't mean to bother you." The Shape didn't respond. "Uh, so, you don't want to answer. I hope my daughter did mean to bump into you, she's about…" Ted then caught notice of the knife in the Shape's hand, and the blood stained in it.

"Uh, excuse me? Is that a knife? A real one? I'm sorry to offend you but I suggest you put that away before you poke someone's eye out."

The Shape looked at the knife in his hand and then back at Ted.

"Knife?" Karen asked, and then saw the knife in Michael's hand, and the blood on it. "Is that real blood?"

The air became still, as the Shape locked eyes with Ted and Karen.

"Sorry, I had to pick up my candy," Little Karen walked up to the Wheelers. "Who are you talking to?"

Little Karen then froze, as she stood next to Holly and looked at the man in front of Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler. She then locked eyes with the face of the Shape. A face she had not seen… except in her dreams. A face she had seen in Uncle Sam's papers when he and Mommy were not looking. That same white face. Staring at her now.

Little Karen screamed.

"Karen, what's wrong?!" Karen knelt down in front of the girl.

"Was is that man?" Ted knelt down as well. "Did he scare you?"

The parents turned their heads and were shocked to find out the Shape was gone.

"Karrie?" Holly said to Little Karen. "What's this?" The Wheeler girl held out her hand for the Strode girl to inspect. Little Karen touched the substance from her friend's hand and brought it to her nose. It smelled nothing like ketchup, it smelled a lot like… pennies.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" El screamed as she tried to squirm out of Michael grasp as he set in place, allowing the visage of Terry to face her.

"Those people…" Terry nodded to Hopper's room. "Are dead… because of you." El looked at the woman. "Remember… you opened the gate."

El gasped as she remembered. The night she opened the gate. She had made a bridge between Hawkins and the Upside Down. Allowing the Demogorgon to come. And the Mind Flayer as well. And the deaths of those that followed. Benny Hammond. Barbara Holland. Bob Newby. They were good people, and they died… because of her.

Terry looked somberly at El. "It's just like what your Papa told you, Jane. You have a wound. A terrible one. A festering one."

El looked at her flabbergasted. No. How could you know about that?

Last year when Kali made the illusion of Papa to El. She hated it. She really did. How could this… thing… know about that?

"You know what happens when it festers, right? It itches. Then it grows. And it turns into… rage."

El felt Michael's grip on her arms tighten. El couldn't believe the silhouette that was talking to her with her mother's face. It couldn't be her mother. Her mother wouldn't like this to her. Though, as El hated to admit it, she never got to know her mother in person.

"Who are you?" El said to the white woman.

The woman's face curled once again in smile, but her features almost twitched a bit. For a moment, El thought she saw the veins of the woman's throat turned black like vines, as if she were infected. And the woman's eyes and lips turned pure black for a moment.

"I'm your mother, Jane. And as your mother, it's for your own good that I do this."

Terry held out Michael's knife and raised it in front of El.

"No," El cried. "Please, no, no…"

Suddenly, Michael grabbed the blade of the knife and squeezed at it. Terry sheathed the knife away from Michael's grasp, and his hand started bleeding from a cut.

What? El was now confused as why Michael would bleed his hand like that.

Suddenly, Michael clasped his bleeding hand over El's mouth. El felt Michael's blood being forced down her throat. El kicked and squirmed, wanting to free herself from this horror.

She looked at the ghostly image of her mother, who started to curl her lip.

El looked at her pleadingly.

Terry's lips started to curl back.

El's eyes started to stream tears.

Terry's mouth then formed into a sadistic smile.

"You cannot run from us, Jane. We are family. And Family is Forever…"

El couldn't take it anymore. She regained her strength, enough to free her mouth from Michael's hand.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" With all her strength, El flung her arms out, and like an explosion—she blasted Michael and the ghostly image of her mother away from her.

El finally awoken from the void and tore the blindfold from her eyes.

"Oh, my G*d, she's okay!" Dustin said, relieved, as did her friends behind her. She was back in the cabin, and her friends were here.

"Oh, my goodness!" Laurie enveloped El in a hug. "It's okay! I'm here! I'm here. I promised!" El hugged the woman back.

"El! Are you okay!" El looked to her right—and it was Mike. Her Mike. Laurie let go of El, allowing the girl to hug her boyfriend, with her nose bleeding and tears in her eyes. "It's okay! You're safe now!"

El then buried her face in Mike's shirt and started sobbing so hard. Her friends were here. They were still here. But they weren't safe.

He knew now. He knew where she was. And he was going to come for her.

(American Pie – Don McLean)

Inside her house, Carol had finished setting up the red cups that would be ready for sipping, while Tommy H. had finished dumping the chips in a large bowl and salsa in a smaller bowl. They were the only ones in the house, and the party was about to begin.

Carol sat on the sofa with an impatient look on her face. "Just where is that keg going to get here. If it isn't the moment Billy and the others get here, I am going to murder—"

She didn't finish when Tommy H. plopped beside her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"Let me do the murdering, babe," Tommy H. grinned. "Let's just enjoy the moment."

"Idiot," Carol grinned seductively, as she put her legs on his lap, before they started kissing. Carol then started fall flat on the sofa with Tommy H. starting to straddle her. As they continued to make out, he grabbed her shirt and started to bring it upward.

"The hell are you doing?" Carol asked impudently at what Tommy H. was doing.

"What do you think? I want to get back to where we left off on Saturday," Tommy said.

"Not now! The guests are going to be here, and you want them to see us—"

"Let them! And this will be a night we will all remember for the rest of our lives!" Tommy grinned and resumed pulling Carol's shirt off.

For a moment, Carol thought about it and then made a sly grin. "Then get yours off fast, jack*ss."

Tommy H. quickly lifted his shirt off, now shirtless, he and Carol made out a bit more. Then they went to rest of each other's clothing. Tommy and Carol broke off their lips from each other, so that Tommy could take care of her bra. Then Carol saw from behind Tommy's shoulder, and what she saw made her shriek.

"WHAT THE?!" Carol shrieked, and Tommy stopped what he was doing. He turned his head and saw standing in front of the sofa was the Shape.

"THE HELL ARE YOU STARING AT STRANGER?!" Tommy H. yelled at the Shape who tilted his head. "If that's you Billy, did you have to scare us like that? Well, why are you still staring, were busy! Now, stop being a little perv and get with the drinks!"

At that… the Shape tightened his hold around his knife.

"What?" Tommy asked the Shape, still thinking it was Billy. "Can't take a—"

SLASH!

Tommy H. screamed when the Shape slashed his face with his knife. The boy fell off the sofa and cradled his face, while Carol screamed.

"MY FACE!" Tommy screamed as he held his face, while almost crawling on the floor. "My nose? I can't feel my nose!"

Carol screamed and rolled off the sofa and tried to run away from the nightmare in front of her. She felt numb when she saw what just happened to her boyfriend, and the Shape responsible for it looked at her and knew he wanted her to be next. Carol had to get to the door and call for help. She had to.

She started to run on the wooden floor towards the door, but then she slipped and hit her face to the floor with a thud. She realized that she was still wearing her socks, which had caused her to slip. She lifted her face up to feel the blood seeing from her nose and teeth. Oh, her face. How could this happen. She couldn't waste more time between her and the door.

Unfortunately, the Shape caught up to her before she could get up, and he grabbed her by her red hair, and Carol screamed.

This will be the day that I died.

"Turn that off, Phil," Calvin Powell said to Phil Callahan. They were both seated in the police cruiser just across the street from Carol's house.

Callahan turned off the radio. "What? Don't like Don McLean?"

"Nah, it's the lyrics," Powell said. "Just why he had to use the word 'died.'"

"What? Too sensitive on Halloween?"

"That's the point. I think Jim's gone too far this time. First it was the nerds at the Lab two years ago, then the pumpkin patch last year, now it's a serial killer—in our town."

"Well there was what happened to the Payne's dog."

"Yeah, it was sick. A cruel sick prank. But… someone here killing people." Powell's face etched somberly. "I don't like it."

"Of course. I don't believe it either."

"Yeah, but still… what if. I mean Jim said this is the same guy from that bus. The same guy responsible for… what happened to Greg."

"We don't know that. Well… if it was…" Callahan thought grimly that if this Michael guy murdered Greg Cole… then that would be holy sh*t. "Then why would this son of a b*tch stay in this town. He would be halfway to Canada far from the crash site."

"And if he stayed?"

Callahan fell silent, pondering those words. "Don't even think about it. It's the last thing I want to hear. And Jim being fed whatever sh*t that Doctor is filling him with. I don't know, but the way the doctor was saying that speech—I felt a bit… ugh."

"Yeah? Well now were sitting ducks for tonight. And if this stakeout is a bust, then heck how my honey is all by herself at house with masked critters for company."

"That reminds me," Callahan said, as he opened the dashboard in front of him. Inside was a plastic container and a bag of candy.

"What the hell is that Phil?" Powell said, baffled.

Callahan looked at Powell, incredulously. "I skipped dinner, okay? C'mon…"

Powell chuckled. "I'll pass man, I got my own."

"Oh, yeah?" Callahan grinned. "What the Missus cooked you this time?"

Powell pulled out a sandwich in a plastic bag. "Yours truly beloved, was so blessed to make me—with whole wheat—no crust—a comfy soft peanut-butter and jelly sandwich.

Callahan balked his head a bit incredulously. "Peanut butter? Really?"

"Yeah," Powell said proudly, and he then held up a thermos. "And I savor it with some warm milk."

"Okay that's nice, well check mine out." Callahan removed the lid from the plastic container and showed the contents inside to Powell.

"What is that crap?" Powell said, as he turned his flashlight to get a good look of the stuff.

"Chocolate pudding," Callahan grinned. "And brownies. I had a good teacher—your wife."

"Pfft," Powell scoffed. "Seriously? That is basically what a five-year old could make if they were allowed to cook."

"Oh really?" Callahan took a taste of the chocolate pudding with a spoon. "Mmm! Creamy!"

"Yeah?" Powell said, and then opened his bag to take a bite of his sandwich. "Mmm—mm—mm! Good!"

While the two officers enjoyed their respective meals, Heather Holloway made her way up the steps of Carol's home, while carrying bags of popcorn for the party. She wondered she was the first one to come. As much as she thought Tommy H. and Carol were such complete *ssholes, Tina had convinced her to come. At least they would be throwing a good time with some friends, including Billy Hargrove—her old co-worker from the Summer.

It was barely not a secret Heather had it for Billy, every time they passed each other during their shifts. She remembered how he looked shirtless in his sunglasses and red trunks, and how dazzling he looked in the sun. She wondered he felt the same way when he may look at her in red one-piece swimsuit. She wondered why after that whole summer she never to asked him out. Usually, it should have been the man to ask the woman. It must have been foolish of her to think she should have waited for Billy to make a move. Or maybe she was shy and blushed how the soccer moms at the pool were no doubt jealous of her since they adored Billy as well. If only their husbands knew.

Heather knocked on the door.

"Guys! I'm here!" She called out, hoping they will answer the door. A few moments later, there was no answer. If this was some prank, then…

Heather then twisted the knob and realized it was unlocked. Did Carol leave it unlocked so they could come in easily? Heather opened the door and entered inside the house. There was no one to greet her, and she couldn't see or hear Tommy H. or Carol. Her gaze went to the sofa and… it almost looked like a mess. The sofa looked a bit roughed up, something that Heather should not have been surprised of. But then on the pillows looked to be red stains. Had Carol spilt some punch or something on that? If so, Carol's parents were so going to kill her.

Heather looked to the other room, where on the dining table were the snacks and cups. Her que. She went over to put the popcorn onto a bowl. She opened the bag.

"Hey guys?" Heather called out, hoping for Tommy or Carol to hear her. "You want the popcorn here, just where the heck?"

Heather turned and then froze.

Right next to her, sitting on the chair—was Tommy H.—now dead. His corpse was strapped to a chair. He was shirtless and his face was a bloody mess.

Heather screamed and dropped the bag of popcorn to the floor. The kettle then scattered to the floor. This wasn't a prank and she backed away from the corpse, only to bump into something. She looked behind her and screamed when she saw pinned to the wall with a knife to the neck—was Carol—whose face was motionless, and whose face too was bloody.

They were both dead.

Heather started crying and putting her hands to her face. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't… She just came here to have fun with friends. Even if Tommy H. and Carol were idiots—they didn't deserve this! She had to call the police!

She turned around and then froze when she was greeted by the pale face of the Shape. And that was when the Shape slashed her stomach.

(The Ride – The Matches)

Billy parked his car next to Carol's house. He got out and then smoothed the costume Tommy H. gave him. He was wearing a Cobra Kai gi from The Karate Kid, the same one that blonde actor Billy Zabka wore when he fought Ralph Macchio in the movie. Billy half expected the costume might still smelled with Tommy H.'s sweat from last year or the fact how it managed to fit him. He thought he looked cool in black and yellow. He even had a badass cobra emblazoned on the back and he wore a black headband over his forehead.

He was lucky he managed to leave home before his dad cared. He hadn't seen Max since she left in the afternoon to hang with her loser friends. Thank goodness he got out of the house before his dad had to order him and make him cancel his time to go to Carol's house—he remembered the last he was forced to go out to find Max.

No doubt, Harrington was with them. Son of a…

Billy was about to open his door to get the packs of New Coke out, and that was when he heard something.

CRACK!

Billy turned his head at Carol's house. He saw a girl breaking the window open with her arm, and she was already a bloody mess. Billy then widened his eyes in confusion when he realized the girl was his former co-worker—Heather Holloway.

Heather's stomach had a bloody slash across it, and she had one arm trying to cover it. Her other arm was now bloody with cuts she sustained from breaking the window. She made eye contact with Billy from afar and looked pleadingly at him.

"HELP ME!" Heather cried out. "HELP—!"

Heather didn't finish her next plea when her hair was grabbed from the back and a blade came over her throat and then…

SLICE!

(Halloween 2018 OST Allyson Sees the Shape)

Billy trembled back in horror as he saw his former co-worker's throat slit, and then he looked behind the assailant. The face of the Shape. It could not be a stupid prank from Tommy or Carol. Not the way blood was draining out of Heather or the life fleeing from her face. The Shape let Heather's body fall back, and then that was when locked eyes with Billy.

Billy felt numb as he felt his gaze locked with that of the Shape's. The Shape tilted his head at Billy, who was now felt like whimpering. The Shape then left the site of the window. Billy fell to the ground, putting a hand to his mouth to what he just witnessed.

Then coming out of the front door was the Shape, who held his bloody knife in his hand and something in the other. Billy felt like pissing himself and felt the need to get in his car and leave. Then he realized the Shape was not coming for him. He saw the Shape making his way to Tommy H.'s car. The Shape opened the car with no doubt Tommy's keys and entered inside. He then started the engine.

Billy realized that if he had Tommy's keys… then that meant…

He was getting away. Billy wanted to drive back home and forget about this, but the thought of Heather's killer driving out free shuddered him to his core. He tried to shake his head as to what he could do.

He turned his head around for something. There were several kids coming in his direction. And then he was shocked when just on the other side of the street was a police car, with two officers inside. Were they just sitting there and just let what Billy saw happened?

"HEY! HEY! POLICE!" Billy shouted to the top of his lungs.

Powell and Callahan turned their attention from their snacks, and saw Billy waving his arms at them.

"MURDERER! HE'S GETTING AWAY!" Billy pointed at the Shape, now pulling Tommy's car out of the driveway, and making a turn to drive out of the neighborhood.

"WHAT ARE YOU IDIOT B*TCHES WAITING FOR?! GET HIM!" Billy shouted again, when it looked like they didn't take his case seriously, the young shook his head in anger and got into his own car. Billy quickly started the engine of his blue Camaro and started trailing the Shape.

"Murderer?" Callahan said baffled. "Is he kidding us?"

Powell shook his head. As much as he wanted this to be a prank, he didn't like the way that teenager drove his car after the other car. No doubt there was going to be a hit-and-run incident. He set his sandwich aside and turned the keys in his engine.

"Cal, what are you doing?" Callahan said, baffled.

"The job, dingus," Powell grumbled, now driving the police car out of their spot and following in the direction the Blue Camaro went.

(Halloween II Theme)

Introducing

Priah Ferguson

As Erica Sinclair

Special Guest Stars

Matthew Modine

As Dr. Martin Brenner

Sandy Johnson

As Judith Myers

Nancy Loomis Keyes

As Annie Brackett

P.J. Soles

As Lynda Van Der Klok

John Michael Graham

As Bob Simms

Will Patton

As Frank Hawkins

Francesca Reale

As Heather Holloway

Michael Pataki

As Dr. E.W. Hoffman

Haluk Bilginer

As Dr. Ranbir Sartain

Unknown

As Christopher Hastings

Pruitt Taylor Vince

As Ray Carrol

Shannon Purser

As Barbara Holland

Chris Sullivan

As Benny Hammond

Sean Astin

As Bob Newby

Rob Zombie

As Donald Myers

Sherri Moon Zombie

As Edith Myers

Aimee Mullins

As Terry Ives

Will Sandin

As Young Michael Myers

Nick Castle and Tony Moran

As the Shape

Hope you don't mind the credits I put here!

I know you have many questions! I think I went an overdid this chapter! A hybrid of Stanger Things 3x06 and mix of the 2018 film!

I couldn't start without doing that Nancy and Laurie scene first!

The first memory El sees of the Myers Family and Michael as a child with Johnny Angel playing in the background is based on the original opening to Halloween Resurrection (2002) before it didn't make the final cut.

I know you may be confused to what the mechanic/Christopher Hastings's story was. His character is based on that of the comic Halloween: White Ghost. He thought Michael in his white sheet was he lost love Sylvia, in her wedding dress, had finally come back to forgive, but sadly wasn't.

I went through a lot in writing the flashback scenes and establishing Michael's history with Hawkins Lab, and the reveal of what Martin Brenner is responsible for.

And yes, like Kali/008—Michael Myers/031 is another experimental sibling to Jane Hopper/011. This twist is a callback to the infamous twist done in Halloween II (1981) forty years ago—except Laurie this time is not Michael's sister—Eleven has taken that role—at least they are not related by blood.

And that scene with El's biological mother Terry Ives-dressed up the same way Deborah Myers appeared in Michael's mind in Halloween II (2009). Her being there was to the being talking to El-like Billy in canon. If you look closely, there is something wrong with Terry Ives!

This chapter is full of homages, callbacks, and Easter Eggs from almost all the Halloween movies and Stranger Things! Try reading it again to catch some!

Notice how Holly and Little Karen dress up as a princess and a clown—homage to Jamie Lloyd's costumes in Halloween 4 & 5! Not to mention Erica wearing a Silver Shamrock Skull mask!

Billy wearing Tommy H.'s Cobra Kai gi can be considered an Easter Egg to my Karate Kid story! Hehheh!

I hope you enjoyed the past tame chapters—because from now on—it is Michael's open season—on Hawkins!

I am sorry if have turned this chapter too dark for your liking, I'll tone it down if I have to. I won't go explicit on certain things. This is where Stranger Things Supernatural COLLIDES with Halloween Slasher genre! IT'S HERE!

NEXT CHAPTER! We'll return to Rogue Squadron at the lab, and then we will see Michael vs Eleven Round 2! It is now the Beginning of the End!

If you have any questions regarding this chapter, please review!