Halloween 9
The Vengeance of Michael Myers
October 30th, 2002: John Tate wrestled with the sheets, trying to force himself to sleep. But every time he would close his eyes images of his mothers grave haunted him. It had been a year to this date that John lost his mother. And he felt guilt ridden that he did not visit her in the hospital more often.
Another restless night he thought as he finally sat up in bed, switching on the light that was on the nightstand next to his bed. The flood of yellow illuminated the newspaper clippings that filled the walls of his room. Headlines all about Myers, himself and his mother. Over the past 4 years he had become obsessed with his uncle. The uncle that killed his mother and changed his life forever.
As John swung his legs across the bed and onto the floor a muffled crash reached his ears. He turned his head toward the bedroom door. Slowly reaching into the table he got out a small pistol, checking to see if it was loaded, it was. He slowly stood up, his eyes still on the door. Sweat began to run down his face as he began to walk across the room. The creaking of the floor startled John at first, but as soon as he realized what it was his fear turned to what rested behind that door.
John slowly turned the doorknob not knowing what to expect, yet even though his mind was filled with a thousand things he was anticipating Michael Myers being on the other side of the door. So when the door swung open and no one was there, he let out a sigh of relief.
John glanced down the hall and into the darkness of the night.
"Hello...Pete, is that you?" he called out, hoping that Pete was coming in late, drunk like he always did on nights he had off. But no one answered.
He turned to go back into his room when the phone rang, scaring him so bad he drops the pistol to the ground.
"SHIT! Who the fuck is calling at this hour?" John looked at the glow from his watch, 12:02 AM
He reached for the phone on the desk, and put the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?"
"John? John Tate?"
"Yes, this is John, may I ask who his calling?"
"I can't tell you over the phone...can we meet somewhere tonight?"
"It's 12:00 in the morning, I have classes tomorrow."
"It's very important, it's about Michael Myers."
John dropped the phone, stepping back a few inches. Speechless he just stood there not knowing what to do.
"Hello? John? Ya' there? Hello?"
John picked up the phone.
"Yes, I'm here....where do you want to meet?"
"There's a 24 hour diner on 17th Street, by Vincent Drug. We can meet there."
"Ok, how about we meet in say, uh 30?"
"That'll work."
The other end went dead. John placed the phone down and grabbed some dirty pants off the floor, putting them on. He walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. His fingers trembled with fear as water dripped off of them.
The diner sat in the business district of Haddonfield. It was quaint and very cozy. Only a few people were inside. A man wearing a security outfit and a truck driver sat at the bar eating breakfast. While a younger woman, most likely a prostitute, sat at a booth looking at the Halloween decorations that decorated the windows.
John entered and looked around for the person that had called. He was not there yet. So John found a booth and sat down, looking out the window toward the darkness of the night.
As John gazed out the window his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. It was the man on the phone.
"John?" John quickly turned around to see a young man, in his late 20's or early 30's. He had brown hair and looked like he had not shaven in a while. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and some tan slacks.
"I'm Tommy Doyle. Your mother babysat me on Halloween of 1978. May I sit down?"
John shook his head and Tommy sat down across from him. A waitress began to walk toward them with two menus.
"How ya'all doin' tonight? Would ya' like some coffee?"
"No, not right now." John said with a smile.
The waitress looked over at Tommy, he shook his head yes. The waitress smiled and began walking to the front of the diner.
"John what I'm about to tell you goes further then anything you've ever heard before. Your mother, god rest her soul, had to keep this away from you for your safety. It's just a shame she's not around anymore. She truly was a strong willed woman."
The waitress returned with a cup of steaming coffee and placed it down on the table. Tommy blew on it and took a sip.
John motioned him with his hand to go on.
"You know about your mother faking her own death, right?"
John shook his head.
"Well what she never told you is that you had a sister. You must have been too young to remember being with her. I guess you were around 3 or 4 when she entered the Witness Protection Program. Your mother new Michael would come after her once again. She had always sensed it. She got to the point where she knew she couldn't risk you and your sisters life. So your mother split for California. Since Jamie was 7 the Witness Protection Program put her up for adoption, going with the story that you and your mother were killed in a car accident. Of course, no one could really tell Jamie and her adopted family the truth, it'd be too dangerous."
John was shocked at what Tommy was telling him. He flung his body back into the booth and closed his eyes. He couldn't get over why is mother never told him. All he could do was shake his head.
"In 1988 Michael finds out he has a niece and goes after her. God knows how he found out, but he did. He butchered over 12 people that night in search for Jamie."
"My....my god!" John said, running his fingers over the tabletop. Tommy took another sip of his coffee and returned to his story.
"It was just too much for poor Jamie to handle. I guess the trauma took its toll on her because she snapped. That Halloween night she stabbed her adopted mother with a pair of scissors. Came close to killing her too, but she survived. Jamie was not the same after that. She was so badly troubled by that night that she stopped speaking and the Corruthers, her adopted family, had no choice but to place her in the a children's hospital."
The waitress returned, flipping open her small note pad. She looked down and asked the two young men if they wanted anything to eat. Both shook their heads no and the waitress went on her way.
"In 1989 Michael yet again comes back for Jamie. But his plans are thwarted by Dr. Loomis. This is where it gets weird and even more spooky. Ever since 1978 a secret cult had been worshipping Michael. They believed him to be their god. They even went as far as to kill for Michael, believing he had some supernatural force that drove his killings. After the terror is over the police lock Michael up in a jail cell, where he'd stay until the state moved him to a maximum security prison. Well, some mysterious man opens fire on the police station and Michael and Jamie both come up missing."
Tommy bent over, looking at the clock on the wall.
"Anyways, it was thought to be believed that this cult kidnapped Michael and Jamie for their rituals. But upon further investigation the cult only kidnapped Jamie. After the mysterious man opened fire, Myers just walked away. No one heard from him for over 6 years. But then Jamie ends up pregnant and Myers finally comes after her and the Steven."
"Steven?" John asks as he rubs his hands together.
"Steven is what I named Jamie's son. I don't know how Michael knew Jamie was pregnant but he came home once again. And this time was pissed as hell. I think Michael was pissed that this cult was using him as their god."
"Tell me more about this cult..." John was now pulled into the story and was dying for more.
"This cult, which worshipped Myers, believed that the reason for his killings were because of the Curse of the Thorn. I guess they thought it was the Thorn that made him kill his family. But it was nothing more than an asinine joke put together by a quack job doctor, Dr. Wynn, a doctor that has had ties back to Michael since he was placed in Smiths Grove all the way back in the 60's. He brainwashed a bunch of followers to believe he had powers over the sane. But he didn't, he was just a very disturbed man."
"So Michael had nothing to do with the cult?"
"Nope, Michael Myers is EVIL. They believed he was the cause of evil but a greater force were behind his killings. That's just not right, Michael was born without a soul. He was born evil, he will die evil."
Tommy took yet another sip of his coffee.
"During this time, John Strode, the brother of your mothers adopted father, buys the Myers' house because his brother can't sale it. He moves his family in and Michael finds out and comes after the family. Kills them all too, except John's daughter and her son, Danny."
"Wait, you said that they moved into the Myers' house. But I thought the Myers' house had not been touched since the 60's. At least that's what that, uh, guy, Freddie, whatever the hell his name is, said. You know the man that did that whole internet broadcast thing last year." John shuffled his body a little.
"That's what he wanted you to think. Not many people outside of the street knew the Myers' house was bought back in 1995 by John Strode. Of course after the murders they shut the place down. That guy only staged the whole thing."
"So, you're telling me he knew what happened there in 1995?"
"I think he did, yes."
A flash of lightning filled the diner, it was followed by a thunderous boom, which jolted both Tommy and John.
"Michael finally snaps at this cult and kills most of its members. During this he also severely injures Dr. Sam Loomis. He injured him so bad the poor man had to retire and go live with one of his longtime confidants, Nurse Marion Whittington."
"Nurse Whittington, wasn't she killed by Myers in 1998?"
"Yes, that's how Myers found the secret file on your mother. After Loomis died, she left his files in his room. Myers finally comes back and ransacks the house finding the files."
"God, I never knew that.....so, how do you know all this?"
"I lived across from the Myers' house, when the Strode family bought it I knew that was enough to bring Michael back to Haddonfield. It did not help that I had Jamie's baby, the one Michael so viciously tried to get. Well, Kara and I banded together with Dr. Loomis to try and stop Michael. We ultimately failed. But after Michael came up missing in 1995, Kara and I took her boy Danny and Steven and got the hell out of Haddonfield. We moved to Russellville where we stayed for several years, hiding from Michael. We just moved back here not too long ago, but now all hell has broken loose and we don't know what the hell to do!"
John shook his head.
"I knew I should have never come back to this place. I just wanted to be closer to my mother while she was in the hospital. Damn, should we, should I leave?"
"Does not matter, Michael will find you no matter where you go. You can run, but you can't hide."
Another flash of lighting painted the walls and a rumble rocked the diner. Rain began to trickle down the glass of the windows. Both Tommy and John glared out into the night. Another flash of light hit, a white mask could be seen in the distance, across the street. Tommy looked at John in shock, not knowing what to say. The third flash of lightning showed no white mask, no Michael Myers, just a light post.
"Did you see that?" John asked, standing up in the booth.
"I did, oh shit did I!"
"I don't think you should stay the night at your apartment. I'm sure Myers knows where you live. John, I want you to come stay with Kara and I. I don't think he knows where we live."
"Ok.....but do you think we should alert the Haddonfield Police?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll know soon enough."
October 30th, 2002: John Tate wrestled with the sheets, trying to force himself to sleep. But every time he would close his eyes images of his mothers grave haunted him. It had been a year to this date that John lost his mother. And he felt guilt ridden that he did not visit her in the hospital more often.
Another restless night he thought as he finally sat up in bed, switching on the light that was on the nightstand next to his bed. The flood of yellow illuminated the newspaper clippings that filled the walls of his room. Headlines all about Myers, himself and his mother. Over the past 4 years he had become obsessed with his uncle. The uncle that killed his mother and changed his life forever.
As John swung his legs across the bed and onto the floor a muffled crash reached his ears. He turned his head toward the bedroom door. Slowly reaching into the table he got out a small pistol, checking to see if it was loaded, it was. He slowly stood up, his eyes still on the door. Sweat began to run down his face as he began to walk across the room. The creaking of the floor startled John at first, but as soon as he realized what it was his fear turned to what rested behind that door.
John slowly turned the doorknob not knowing what to expect, yet even though his mind was filled with a thousand things he was anticipating Michael Myers being on the other side of the door. So when the door swung open and no one was there, he let out a sigh of relief.
John glanced down the hall and into the darkness of the night.
"Hello...Pete, is that you?" he called out, hoping that Pete was coming in late, drunk like he always did on nights he had off. But no one answered.
He turned to go back into his room when the phone rang, scaring him so bad he drops the pistol to the ground.
"SHIT! Who the fuck is calling at this hour?" John looked at the glow from his watch, 12:02 AM
He reached for the phone on the desk, and put the receiver to his ear.
"Hello?"
"John? John Tate?"
"Yes, this is John, may I ask who his calling?"
"I can't tell you over the phone...can we meet somewhere tonight?"
"It's 12:00 in the morning, I have classes tomorrow."
"It's very important, it's about Michael Myers."
John dropped the phone, stepping back a few inches. Speechless he just stood there not knowing what to do.
"Hello? John? Ya' there? Hello?"
John picked up the phone.
"Yes, I'm here....where do you want to meet?"
"There's a 24 hour diner on 17th Street, by Vincent Drug. We can meet there."
"Ok, how about we meet in say, uh 30?"
"That'll work."
The other end went dead. John placed the phone down and grabbed some dirty pants off the floor, putting them on. He walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. His fingers trembled with fear as water dripped off of them.
The diner sat in the business district of Haddonfield. It was quaint and very cozy. Only a few people were inside. A man wearing a security outfit and a truck driver sat at the bar eating breakfast. While a younger woman, most likely a prostitute, sat at a booth looking at the Halloween decorations that decorated the windows.
John entered and looked around for the person that had called. He was not there yet. So John found a booth and sat down, looking out the window toward the darkness of the night.
As John gazed out the window his thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. It was the man on the phone.
"John?" John quickly turned around to see a young man, in his late 20's or early 30's. He had brown hair and looked like he had not shaven in a while. He was wearing a white t-shirt, and some tan slacks.
"I'm Tommy Doyle. Your mother babysat me on Halloween of 1978. May I sit down?"
John shook his head and Tommy sat down across from him. A waitress began to walk toward them with two menus.
"How ya'all doin' tonight? Would ya' like some coffee?"
"No, not right now." John said with a smile.
The waitress looked over at Tommy, he shook his head yes. The waitress smiled and began walking to the front of the diner.
"John what I'm about to tell you goes further then anything you've ever heard before. Your mother, god rest her soul, had to keep this away from you for your safety. It's just a shame she's not around anymore. She truly was a strong willed woman."
The waitress returned with a cup of steaming coffee and placed it down on the table. Tommy blew on it and took a sip.
John motioned him with his hand to go on.
"You know about your mother faking her own death, right?"
John shook his head.
"Well what she never told you is that you had a sister. You must have been too young to remember being with her. I guess you were around 3 or 4 when she entered the Witness Protection Program. Your mother new Michael would come after her once again. She had always sensed it. She got to the point where she knew she couldn't risk you and your sisters life. So your mother split for California. Since Jamie was 7 the Witness Protection Program put her up for adoption, going with the story that you and your mother were killed in a car accident. Of course, no one could really tell Jamie and her adopted family the truth, it'd be too dangerous."
John was shocked at what Tommy was telling him. He flung his body back into the booth and closed his eyes. He couldn't get over why is mother never told him. All he could do was shake his head.
"In 1988 Michael finds out he has a niece and goes after her. God knows how he found out, but he did. He butchered over 12 people that night in search for Jamie."
"My....my god!" John said, running his fingers over the tabletop. Tommy took another sip of his coffee and returned to his story.
"It was just too much for poor Jamie to handle. I guess the trauma took its toll on her because she snapped. That Halloween night she stabbed her adopted mother with a pair of scissors. Came close to killing her too, but she survived. Jamie was not the same after that. She was so badly troubled by that night that she stopped speaking and the Corruthers, her adopted family, had no choice but to place her in the a children's hospital."
The waitress returned, flipping open her small note pad. She looked down and asked the two young men if they wanted anything to eat. Both shook their heads no and the waitress went on her way.
"In 1989 Michael yet again comes back for Jamie. But his plans are thwarted by Dr. Loomis. This is where it gets weird and even more spooky. Ever since 1978 a secret cult had been worshipping Michael. They believed him to be their god. They even went as far as to kill for Michael, believing he had some supernatural force that drove his killings. After the terror is over the police lock Michael up in a jail cell, where he'd stay until the state moved him to a maximum security prison. Well, some mysterious man opens fire on the police station and Michael and Jamie both come up missing."
Tommy bent over, looking at the clock on the wall.
"Anyways, it was thought to be believed that this cult kidnapped Michael and Jamie for their rituals. But upon further investigation the cult only kidnapped Jamie. After the mysterious man opened fire, Myers just walked away. No one heard from him for over 6 years. But then Jamie ends up pregnant and Myers finally comes after her and the Steven."
"Steven?" John asks as he rubs his hands together.
"Steven is what I named Jamie's son. I don't know how Michael knew Jamie was pregnant but he came home once again. And this time was pissed as hell. I think Michael was pissed that this cult was using him as their god."
"Tell me more about this cult..." John was now pulled into the story and was dying for more.
"This cult, which worshipped Myers, believed that the reason for his killings were because of the Curse of the Thorn. I guess they thought it was the Thorn that made him kill his family. But it was nothing more than an asinine joke put together by a quack job doctor, Dr. Wynn, a doctor that has had ties back to Michael since he was placed in Smiths Grove all the way back in the 60's. He brainwashed a bunch of followers to believe he had powers over the sane. But he didn't, he was just a very disturbed man."
"So Michael had nothing to do with the cult?"
"Nope, Michael Myers is EVIL. They believed he was the cause of evil but a greater force were behind his killings. That's just not right, Michael was born without a soul. He was born evil, he will die evil."
Tommy took yet another sip of his coffee.
"During this time, John Strode, the brother of your mothers adopted father, buys the Myers' house because his brother can't sale it. He moves his family in and Michael finds out and comes after the family. Kills them all too, except John's daughter and her son, Danny."
"Wait, you said that they moved into the Myers' house. But I thought the Myers' house had not been touched since the 60's. At least that's what that, uh, guy, Freddie, whatever the hell his name is, said. You know the man that did that whole internet broadcast thing last year." John shuffled his body a little.
"That's what he wanted you to think. Not many people outside of the street knew the Myers' house was bought back in 1995 by John Strode. Of course after the murders they shut the place down. That guy only staged the whole thing."
"So, you're telling me he knew what happened there in 1995?"
"I think he did, yes."
A flash of lightning filled the diner, it was followed by a thunderous boom, which jolted both Tommy and John.
"Michael finally snaps at this cult and kills most of its members. During this he also severely injures Dr. Sam Loomis. He injured him so bad the poor man had to retire and go live with one of his longtime confidants, Nurse Marion Whittington."
"Nurse Whittington, wasn't she killed by Myers in 1998?"
"Yes, that's how Myers found the secret file on your mother. After Loomis died, she left his files in his room. Myers finally comes back and ransacks the house finding the files."
"God, I never knew that.....so, how do you know all this?"
"I lived across from the Myers' house, when the Strode family bought it I knew that was enough to bring Michael back to Haddonfield. It did not help that I had Jamie's baby, the one Michael so viciously tried to get. Well, Kara and I banded together with Dr. Loomis to try and stop Michael. We ultimately failed. But after Michael came up missing in 1995, Kara and I took her boy Danny and Steven and got the hell out of Haddonfield. We moved to Russellville where we stayed for several years, hiding from Michael. We just moved back here not too long ago, but now all hell has broken loose and we don't know what the hell to do!"
John shook his head.
"I knew I should have never come back to this place. I just wanted to be closer to my mother while she was in the hospital. Damn, should we, should I leave?"
"Does not matter, Michael will find you no matter where you go. You can run, but you can't hide."
Another flash of lighting painted the walls and a rumble rocked the diner. Rain began to trickle down the glass of the windows. Both Tommy and John glared out into the night. Another flash of light hit, a white mask could be seen in the distance, across the street. Tommy looked at John in shock, not knowing what to say. The third flash of lightning showed no white mask, no Michael Myers, just a light post.
"Did you see that?" John asked, standing up in the booth.
"I did, oh shit did I!"
"I don't think you should stay the night at your apartment. I'm sure Myers knows where you live. John, I want you to come stay with Kara and I. I don't think he knows where we live."
"Ok.....but do you think we should alert the Haddonfield Police?"
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll know soon enough."