Sara Moyer had survived the horror of Michael Myers back in 2001. But the
pain of that night had never left her. Here it was one year after the
ghastly murders and now she hoped she would never live that terror over.
Sara could not stand being alone. The utter thought gave her the feeling of her chest caving in. So her biggest wish upon returning to Haddonfield University was to be roomed with someone, anyone.
Emily Anderson was the one chosen to become Sara's roommate and over the year the two girls created a bond with each other. Emily was from Peoria, Illinois, she came down to Haddonfield because that's where her father lived after her parents divorced back in 1998.
Sara sat at her computer, the screen illuminating a glow on the walls. She was at a news site, reading a story on the one year anniversary of the 2001 murders. The past few days had been hell for her, she had been called by at least a hundred reporters. So her plans for Halloween were staying in her dorm room and no one was going to change her mind.
"Sara, what're you up to?" Emily said as she plopped down on Sara's bed, opening a can of Coke.
"I'm just reading up on some stuff...." Sara paused, looked at Emily and then closed the internet browser.
"Sara, I know it's only been a year. But you need to realize that reading that shit aint going to help you."
"I know...."
"Then why the hell do you do it?"
Sara looked down at the ground, kicking her feet.
"You know when you see a car accident that you know will be gruesome, yet you can't help but turn your head? That's how it is...I can't help but read stories on it."
"Listen, I know you said that you were going to stay the night here. But I don't want you spending Halloween alone. Why don't you come to Jakes party with me? Please?"
"I don't know....No, I don't think so, I'm not ready." Sara turned back to her computer, looking at the blank screen.
"When are you going to be ready? I mean, you've got to take control of your life and live it to the max. Sara, don't let Michael Myers rule your life. You need to rule your life, you need to take control of it. C'mon Sar', please."
"It's just.......I know he's alive."
"Well if it's true, wouldn't you want to be with a group of friends instead of being all by yourself?" "Well, you've got a point there......"
"I know I do...so, what do you say, can I let Jake know?"
Sara nodded her head, even though she had her doubts. Emily smiled, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Back at Tommy and Kara's house John slowly emerged from the deep sleep he was in, his groggy eyes struggling to keep open.
He sat up, looking out the window adjacent to the bed. The room stood at ground level and his view went right into the backyard. The green blades of grass could not be seen through the heavy foliage in the yard. The towering trees hugged the morning air, blocking out the sunlight. The darkness filled the backyard while also creeping into the bedroom.
John took his blue jeans and pulled them over his legs. He then pulled his sweatshirt over his head and onto his upper body. The draft of the fall air had leaked into the room, leaving him with a wintry sensation.
"So, any good stories in the paper today?" Kara said as she sat next to Tommy.
Tommy shook his head no, turning the page on the paper.
"Just the same old Michael Myers stories."
"Well, this town did........." Kara interrupted herself by standing up at the sight of John entering the kitchen. "Hello John, I'm Kara."
"I know...nice to meet you." John, in his blue jeans and sweatshirt, pulled up a chair at the table.
"Would you like anything for breakfast?" Kara asked walking over to a counter.
"No, I'm fine, but thanks anyways. What're you reading, Tommy?"
"Ah, just the morning paper, you want to read it?"
"No....not after seeing that headline." John smiled, resting his arms on the table.
"So Tommy, what do you have planned for today?" Kara asked, sitting back down.
"I heard that there was a party going on....I may want to check that out. What are you all doing tonight?"
"Well if everything goes well Kara and I want to take the kids out Trick-Or- Treating. But, we'll have to wait and see."
"Yeah, so no new sightings of Michael today?" John asked.
"Nothing as of yet, lets just hope it stays that way." Tommy put down the paper, standing up, grabbing a cup from a cabinet. He then preceded to fill it with water.
John stood up again, looking at both Kara and Tommy.
"Well, I'd like to thank you for letting me stay the night, both of you. But I want to get home for my roommate does not wonder where I'm at. I may talk to you all later tonight though."
"John, do you want me to give you a ride?" Tommy said, standing up.
"No, I don't live too far from here, so I'll walk. But thanks anyways."
John walked out onto the beaten sidewalk. The wind kicked up a whirlpool of leaves, tossing them all over the road and path ahead of him. The clouds enshrouded the sun, casting a dim over the street and town. He began walking down the empty street.
The quietness of the area frightened John. He began to wonder if he should have taken Tommy up on his offer. But as he hurried down the street, the sight of two kids running door to door collecting candy put an ease over his body.
John was now a few blocks away from his original starting point. And the further he found himself getting, the more his anxiety stiffened up. He turned onto a narrow residential street. The looming trees bent outward toward each other creating a cap over the lane. As he began walking up it, John did not take note of the street name, Lampkin Lane.
Leaves slowly descended from the trees onto the ground. John now clinched his jacket over his body, trying to keep the heat inside. A few drops of rain escaped from the black, clouded sky. The droplets trickling down onto his windswept face.
As he continued to walk up the street John took notice to an old, two story abandoned house across the street. The house sat on a lot, with yellow police tape wrapped around it. The blackness penetrated from the dark windows. At that moment John new that he was standing across the way from the dreaded Myers' house.
He paused, looking at the dilapidated building that rose from the 1 foot high dead grass. Its windows boarded up, heeding warning of danger. Sitting next to the house was the burnt ground, undoubtedly from the fire that ravaged the garage one year ago.
A sudden movement toward the side of the house yielded John's attention. He turned his head to see a shadow crawling up the side of the house. His eyes followed the shadow up to a shape wearing a mask, it was Michael Myers.
John stumbled falling backwards as this emotionless mask looked at him from across the street. He turned around, darting up some stairs to a house, banging on the door.
"Help me! Open the door! Please, for the LOVE of god!" His screams echoed throughout the empty street as Michael Myers began walking at a feverish pace.
Still banging on the door an older woman looked out.
"Go away, I'll call the police! Don't make me do it!" she yelled back at John.
"Please call the police, BUT let me in! Please, please let me in!" he continued banging, finally giving up as Michael reached the other side of the street.
John rushed down the front lawn and onto the sidewalk, running up Lampkin Lane, followed closely by Michael. Michael stayed a few beats behind John and every other tug of his leg he would glance back at the white mask.
John turned a corner, seeing a small park that divided the two streets. Thinking it was a shortcut he took off into it. He glanced back, but to his shock Michael Myers was no where to be seen. John slowed down, his head still cocked back, falling to a slow sprint and finally to a standstill.
Now he looked all around, but nothing, no Myers, no one. The only sound he heard was the panting of his own breath. Winded, he bent over, resting his hands down onto his thighs, he still looked around. The only movement he could see were the trees swaying in the wind. John stood up and began to walk again.
Slowly walking, cautiously looking around he heard the ruffling of some leaves. John flipped around to see a blank, pale mask looking right at him. Michael took his hand gripping John by the throat. He struggled to untangle the hands from his throat, but Michael's grip was too strong. John, now a foot from the ground, cried out in horror, but with the pressure on his throat, the cry was muffled.
Michael, still holding John by the throat with his right hand, walked over to a leafless tree branch and with his left hand pushed onto John's face, thrusting his head back into the branch. The branch ripped through John's head, splattering blood everywhere. His legs twitched with his last act of life. They came to a rest and Michael stepped back, looking at the body hanging off the branch. He cocked his head left and then right admiring his murderous ways.
Sara could not stand being alone. The utter thought gave her the feeling of her chest caving in. So her biggest wish upon returning to Haddonfield University was to be roomed with someone, anyone.
Emily Anderson was the one chosen to become Sara's roommate and over the year the two girls created a bond with each other. Emily was from Peoria, Illinois, she came down to Haddonfield because that's where her father lived after her parents divorced back in 1998.
Sara sat at her computer, the screen illuminating a glow on the walls. She was at a news site, reading a story on the one year anniversary of the 2001 murders. The past few days had been hell for her, she had been called by at least a hundred reporters. So her plans for Halloween were staying in her dorm room and no one was going to change her mind.
"Sara, what're you up to?" Emily said as she plopped down on Sara's bed, opening a can of Coke.
"I'm just reading up on some stuff...." Sara paused, looked at Emily and then closed the internet browser.
"Sara, I know it's only been a year. But you need to realize that reading that shit aint going to help you."
"I know...."
"Then why the hell do you do it?"
Sara looked down at the ground, kicking her feet.
"You know when you see a car accident that you know will be gruesome, yet you can't help but turn your head? That's how it is...I can't help but read stories on it."
"Listen, I know you said that you were going to stay the night here. But I don't want you spending Halloween alone. Why don't you come to Jakes party with me? Please?"
"I don't know....No, I don't think so, I'm not ready." Sara turned back to her computer, looking at the blank screen.
"When are you going to be ready? I mean, you've got to take control of your life and live it to the max. Sara, don't let Michael Myers rule your life. You need to rule your life, you need to take control of it. C'mon Sar', please."
"It's just.......I know he's alive."
"Well if it's true, wouldn't you want to be with a group of friends instead of being all by yourself?" "Well, you've got a point there......"
"I know I do...so, what do you say, can I let Jake know?"
Sara nodded her head, even though she had her doubts. Emily smiled, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
Back at Tommy and Kara's house John slowly emerged from the deep sleep he was in, his groggy eyes struggling to keep open.
He sat up, looking out the window adjacent to the bed. The room stood at ground level and his view went right into the backyard. The green blades of grass could not be seen through the heavy foliage in the yard. The towering trees hugged the morning air, blocking out the sunlight. The darkness filled the backyard while also creeping into the bedroom.
John took his blue jeans and pulled them over his legs. He then pulled his sweatshirt over his head and onto his upper body. The draft of the fall air had leaked into the room, leaving him with a wintry sensation.
"So, any good stories in the paper today?" Kara said as she sat next to Tommy.
Tommy shook his head no, turning the page on the paper.
"Just the same old Michael Myers stories."
"Well, this town did........." Kara interrupted herself by standing up at the sight of John entering the kitchen. "Hello John, I'm Kara."
"I know...nice to meet you." John, in his blue jeans and sweatshirt, pulled up a chair at the table.
"Would you like anything for breakfast?" Kara asked walking over to a counter.
"No, I'm fine, but thanks anyways. What're you reading, Tommy?"
"Ah, just the morning paper, you want to read it?"
"No....not after seeing that headline." John smiled, resting his arms on the table.
"So Tommy, what do you have planned for today?" Kara asked, sitting back down.
"I heard that there was a party going on....I may want to check that out. What are you all doing tonight?"
"Well if everything goes well Kara and I want to take the kids out Trick-Or- Treating. But, we'll have to wait and see."
"Yeah, so no new sightings of Michael today?" John asked.
"Nothing as of yet, lets just hope it stays that way." Tommy put down the paper, standing up, grabbing a cup from a cabinet. He then preceded to fill it with water.
John stood up again, looking at both Kara and Tommy.
"Well, I'd like to thank you for letting me stay the night, both of you. But I want to get home for my roommate does not wonder where I'm at. I may talk to you all later tonight though."
"John, do you want me to give you a ride?" Tommy said, standing up.
"No, I don't live too far from here, so I'll walk. But thanks anyways."
John walked out onto the beaten sidewalk. The wind kicked up a whirlpool of leaves, tossing them all over the road and path ahead of him. The clouds enshrouded the sun, casting a dim over the street and town. He began walking down the empty street.
The quietness of the area frightened John. He began to wonder if he should have taken Tommy up on his offer. But as he hurried down the street, the sight of two kids running door to door collecting candy put an ease over his body.
John was now a few blocks away from his original starting point. And the further he found himself getting, the more his anxiety stiffened up. He turned onto a narrow residential street. The looming trees bent outward toward each other creating a cap over the lane. As he began walking up it, John did not take note of the street name, Lampkin Lane.
Leaves slowly descended from the trees onto the ground. John now clinched his jacket over his body, trying to keep the heat inside. A few drops of rain escaped from the black, clouded sky. The droplets trickling down onto his windswept face.
As he continued to walk up the street John took notice to an old, two story abandoned house across the street. The house sat on a lot, with yellow police tape wrapped around it. The blackness penetrated from the dark windows. At that moment John new that he was standing across the way from the dreaded Myers' house.
He paused, looking at the dilapidated building that rose from the 1 foot high dead grass. Its windows boarded up, heeding warning of danger. Sitting next to the house was the burnt ground, undoubtedly from the fire that ravaged the garage one year ago.
A sudden movement toward the side of the house yielded John's attention. He turned his head to see a shadow crawling up the side of the house. His eyes followed the shadow up to a shape wearing a mask, it was Michael Myers.
John stumbled falling backwards as this emotionless mask looked at him from across the street. He turned around, darting up some stairs to a house, banging on the door.
"Help me! Open the door! Please, for the LOVE of god!" His screams echoed throughout the empty street as Michael Myers began walking at a feverish pace.
Still banging on the door an older woman looked out.
"Go away, I'll call the police! Don't make me do it!" she yelled back at John.
"Please call the police, BUT let me in! Please, please let me in!" he continued banging, finally giving up as Michael reached the other side of the street.
John rushed down the front lawn and onto the sidewalk, running up Lampkin Lane, followed closely by Michael. Michael stayed a few beats behind John and every other tug of his leg he would glance back at the white mask.
John turned a corner, seeing a small park that divided the two streets. Thinking it was a shortcut he took off into it. He glanced back, but to his shock Michael Myers was no where to be seen. John slowed down, his head still cocked back, falling to a slow sprint and finally to a standstill.
Now he looked all around, but nothing, no Myers, no one. The only sound he heard was the panting of his own breath. Winded, he bent over, resting his hands down onto his thighs, he still looked around. The only movement he could see were the trees swaying in the wind. John stood up and began to walk again.
Slowly walking, cautiously looking around he heard the ruffling of some leaves. John flipped around to see a blank, pale mask looking right at him. Michael took his hand gripping John by the throat. He struggled to untangle the hands from his throat, but Michael's grip was too strong. John, now a foot from the ground, cried out in horror, but with the pressure on his throat, the cry was muffled.
Michael, still holding John by the throat with his right hand, walked over to a leafless tree branch and with his left hand pushed onto John's face, thrusting his head back into the branch. The branch ripped through John's head, splattering blood everywhere. His legs twitched with his last act of life. They came to a rest and Michael stepped back, looking at the body hanging off the branch. He cocked his head left and then right admiring his murderous ways.