The Alt Four in: Look Who's Stalking

by BloodySimpsonChibi

(Well here it is guys! One of the Halloween projects that I've been working on this month. This will be the third installment of the Alt Four series and now that this and the Friday the 13th one are done, I can move on to the franchises not connected to a specific day. In other words, I'll begin writing these stories more frequently. In the meantime, enjoy this one!)

"Serial Killer Escapes Transit to Maximum Security Ward! read the heading of the article that Ginger had scrolled past. It was October 31st and she and her friends were sitting at their usual lunch table discussing their plans for the evening when Ginger decided to check her messages real quick. Having the morbid sense of curiosity she did, her interest was piqued by the article's heading and she scrolled back up to read it. Before she could get past the first paragraph, however, Sally's whining voice caught her attention.

"Ginger! Are you even listening?"

"Wh-What? Of course, I am!" Ginger placed her phone back in her backpack for the time being. "I was just checking my email. So um...what were we talking about again?"

"These two babies wanna go trick-or-treating again this year and you and I were trying to convince them to grow up and come to Tyler Meek's party with us," Penny explained.

"Tyler Meek's party? Were we even invited?" Ginger asked with doubt in her voice. This doubt seemed to be well-founded as Penny became slightly flushed and she turned her head away.

"Well, no." She admitted. "But that's beside the point! We're all more or less adults now and it's high time we start having adult fun!"

"We're gonna make a porno?" Sally inquired.

"No! We're gonna do what adults do on Halloween and get wasted while wearing stupid costumes!"

"My costume's not stupid!" Sally defended.

"And I don't mean to be a wet blanket but I'd prefer to go trick-or-treating again this year." Emily finally spoke up. "Going to a party just seems like such a hassle."

"Come on guys!" Penny shouted. "Trick or treating's for little kids! Ginger! Tell them!" Penny's voice almost sounded pleading to the goth girl as she pondered her friend's words.

"Actually, I'm afraid I have to agree with them."

"What!?" Penny yelled.

"I'm sorry Penny but I'm just not the kind of person who thinks of trick-or-treating as something with an age restriction. After all, we never stop loving candy, no matter how old we get."

Penny sighed and took out a bag of Skittles from her pocket. "I guess you're right." She removed a couple from the bag and tossed them in her mouth.

"Hurray for trick-or-treating!" Sally beamed as she wrapped Emily in a giant hug. The emo, despite sharing her friend's sentiment, struggled to break free.

"But on the other hand, you may have a point as well Penny." Ginger continued.

"Really!?" Penny grew excited while a dumbfounded Sally let go of Emily, who fell to the cafeteria floor in her struggle.

"There is much more to Halloween or as we call it in Wicca, Samhain, than just going door to door and asking for free candy."

"Blasphemy!" Sally slammed her fist on the table, startling both Ginger and Penny. The goth raised her arms defensibly.

"All I'm saying is there are other ways to have fun on Halloween besides trick-or-treating. A nice change of pace every once and a while can be a good thing."

"I..I guess." Sally pondered as Emily sat back on the table while rubbing her lower back.

"So what is it that you suggest we do?" Penny asked Ginger. "It's not like we can do both."

"Can't we though?"

"Huh?"

"Think about it. Tyler's party is supposed to last until midnight and they always say it's cool to arrive fashionably late to a party." Ginger paused to make sure all of her friends were listening and then continued. "So I propose this. We all meet up at my place for trick-or-treating at 6 and go to the party at 9. That will give us an even split of three hours for both and this way we can enjoy both candy," she turned to Sally and Emily who both seemed to brighten up at the mention of candy. "And booze." She turned to Penny as she said this, watching as a smirk formed on the punk girl's face. "What do you say?"

"Well, I guess it would be a good way to send off our trick-or-treating years." Penny pondered. "Alright! It's on!"

"Alright!" Sally cheered. "Candy! Candy! Candy! Cand-

The scene girl's repetitive cheering was interrupted by the school bell ringing, signaling the end of their lunch break.

"Oh! Best we better head off to class!" Sally quickly grabbed everyone's trays, including Emily's which was still full of food.

"Hey! I barely picked at that!" Emily whined.

"Don't worry! We're going trick-or-treating tonight!" Sally reassured her as she tossed the contents of the trays into the trashcan. "Just think of it as saving room for all the candy!"

Emily's stomach growled, causing the disheartened emo to place her hands on it. "But I'm hungry now." She muttered sadly.

Ginger got her backpack on and started walking toward the exit when she suddenly felt the strange sensation of being watched. She looked out the nearby window and scanned the schoolyard for anything strange that could be causing this feeling. That strange thing, as it turned out, was a man with a white mask and a mechanic's suit standing next to the school's flagpole, looking up at the window and staring right at Ginger. The goth found herself unwillingly participating in a staring contest that seemed to last forever. It was only when Emily tapped her on the shoulder that she was released from her spell, screaming at the top of her lungs and startling the emo girl.

"Oh..it's just you Emily." Ginger gasped with relief. "Please don't do that."

"Are you ok Ginger?" Emily asked. "You seemed a little freaked staring out that window."

"Well, it's because of this creep..y..." Ginger trailed off as she looked back out the window for the man in the white mask was nowhere to be seen. "What the fuck?" Ginger silently asked herself.

"Ginger?" Emily asked. "What is it?" She also stared out the window and could find nothing that could reasonably be causing her friend and crush's panic, which in turn, only served to freak her out even more. "What's wrong?"

Deciding that it was most likely a prank from one of the boys, Ginger shook her head and turned to Emily. "It's nothing. Sorry for scaring you." Ginger placed a hand on Emily's shoulder, causing the emo girl to blush slightly. "Let's head over to class before we're late."

"R-Right!" The two girls made their way out of the cafeteria, Ginger taking one more glance out the window before she stepped out into the halls.


Later that evening, Emily made her way to Ginger's house dressed as Jeff the Killer. She felt a little self-conscious about wearing her costume in public as the only other people walking about in costume were little children. "Maybe Penny was right." She thought. Remembering what Ginger said about trick-or-treating, she shook those thoughts away just as she arrived at the goth girl's house. She approached the cobweb-covered door and push the doorbell. As soon as she lifted her finger off it, however, a plush spider suddenly dangled in front of her, causing her to scream and fall on her butt.

"Oww!" She got back up while rubbing her behind. "If this keeps up, I'm gonna end up in a wheelchair."

The door creaked open and Ginger's eye peered through. "Sorry about that." She laughed. "I just couldn't resist the old spider and the doorbell trick."

"It's ok." Emily dusted herself off. "It is Halloween after all. We're all entitled to one good scare."

"You said it!" Ginger swung the door open and walked out onto the lawn. Emily's jaw dropped as she took in Ginger's costume, a wedding dress with blue makeup that looked as if it had been applied by a Face Off contestant. In one of her arms was a smiling pumpkin.

"You're the Corpse Bride!" She smiled.

"That's right!" Ginger lifted the hem of her dress and twirled around. "I already went as Sally Ragdoll last year so this year I decided on Emily the Corpse Bride."

"H-Her name is Emily!?" The emo girl stammered. "T-That's right! I forgot her name was Emily. Beneath her white, cracked makeup, Emily's face was burning as red as the fake blood on her plastic knife.

"You ok?" Ginger asked as she noticed her friend's nervous behavior. She set down the pumpkin near her porch.

"Oh no! It's nothing! I'm fine!"

"Arrgh! Me Maties!" A gruff but feminine voice called out from behind. Both Ginger and Emily turned to see Penny hobbling toward them. She was dressed as a pirate, complete with a fake peg leg and dragging behind her a giant sack no doubt meant for candy. "It's almost time to set sail and plunder the booty from those land...lubbing...ah fuck it I can't do this!" Penny finished off in her normal voice. "I can feel my dignity dying with each word I say in that stupid pirate voice."

"I take it you chose a pirate costume as an excuse for the giant sack." Ginger pointed to the sack in Penny's hand. The tomboyish pirate looked down at the sack and lifted it up. "Look, if you jerks are gonna force me to trick-or-treat like a little kid, I'm making the most of it." She looked at Emily and stared for a moment. "You know Emily, I get the appeal of making your own costume and all, but maybe you should have just bought a Joker costume from the Halloween store."

"I'm not the Joker!" Emily defended. "I'm Jeff the Killer!"

Penny only seemed to grow more confused with that explanation. "Pretty sure Jefferey Dahmer didn't look like that."

"No! She means Jeff the Killer! As in the creepypasta character!" Sally's voice spoke from behind. All three girls turned back around and all six of their eyes grew wide as they fell upon the giant inflatable T-rex shambling toward them. Once the monstrosity was close enough for the sun's dying light to shine upon it, the group was able to make out Sally's smiling face poking out from its neck. "I only told you the story a million times Penny!"

"And every time I mentally block it out to protect my brain cells," Penny stated flatly. "Sally, what the fuck is that?"

"This?" Sally tried to gesture to her costume but only succeed in moving the stubby arms up and down a few times. "It's only my super awesome dinosaur costume! Jealous?"

"The word you're looking for is pity." Penny responded. "And how are gonna hold your candy bag? Wait! Where even is your candy bag?"

Sally giggled. "That's the best part of this costume!" As the girls looked on, the T-rex's mouth opened and closed. A small opening could be seen from within its jaws. "It doubles as a candy bag!"

"Won't that make walking difficult?" Emily asked. "I mean, once it starts getting full."

"For candy, there is no too high a price to pay," Sally said in the most serious tone she could muster.

"Whatever," Penny said as she rolled her eyes and tossed her sack over her shoulder. "Let's get this trick-or-treating shit done so we can head over to the party already." The other girls murmured in agreement and started walking down the street. It was at this moment that Ginger felt that strange sensation once again and turned around as quickly as she could. Standing in the shadows of her neighbor's tree was the same man from before. Now that he was considerably closer, Ginger was able to take in the sheer expressionlessness of his mask, his eyes more akin to black holes and his mouth a completely straight line. As he stared at Ginger, she felt a chill spreading throughout her body.

"Hey, Ginger!" Penny called out from the end of the block. "Aren't you coming?"

Ginger looked back to her friends and then back to the man or rather where the man stood as he was no longer there. "No way!" She thought. "I only looked away for a second. Am I seeing things?"

"Ginger! Come on!" Sally whined.

Ginger looked around for the strange man but couldn't see any sign he was ever there at all. Deciding that she was in fact seeing things, she rushed to catch up with her friends, the sensation of being watched not quite leaving her.


"Here's the first house!" Emily announced as she and her friends made their way to the first house on the block. It was pink with yellow trimming. The sight was enough to make both Ginger and Penny almost puke. Sally, of course, paid this no mind as she shambled to the door and shoved her green stubby hand onto the doorbell. Her friends joined her at the door with their bags ready, mentally prepping themselves to shout "Trick-or-Treat!" in unison. For everyone except Sally, that plan went down the toilet as soon as they saw Pam Seawell opening the door. She was dressed as a renaissance princess.

"Hi Pam! Trick-or-Treat!" Sally eagerly opened her costume's mouth. "Just toss the candy in here!"

"Um...what exactly are you losers doing?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow and crossed arms.

"What does it look like Pam?" Ginger replied flatly. "We're trick-or-treating."

"So are you gonna cough up the candy or not?" Penny added, although she already knew the answer.

Pam's face brightened into a smile and she broke into a fit of laughter. "OMG! Are you serious? Ok, look. I'd hate to break it to you but Trick-or-Treating is a little kid thing and you guys are all way too ugly to be little kids. Not to mention your costumes suck ass." She pointed to Emily. "That has got to be the worst Joker costume I've ever seen!"

Emily looked down at her costume and then back to Pam. "I..It's...Jeff the Killer..." She uttered.

"Why don't you losers do something more adult like go to Tyler Meek's party tonight?" Pam quickly placed her hand over her mouth. "Oh that's right! You weren't invited! But I was and I just know he's gonna ask me out the second he sees me in this." She twirled around in her princess dress, forcing Penny to fight another urge to hurl.

"So...no candy?" Sally asked sadly.

"Go to the store and buy some candy yourself you lazy sluts!" Pam shouted before slamming the door in their faces.

"Of course, we would end up at Pam's house first." Ginger sighed.

"Just you wait until we crash the party," Penny growled. "I'll make your preppy little ass walk the plank! Come on, guys! On to the next house!"

Sally and Emily nodded and followed Penny and Ginger to the next house over. From the window, Pam watched as the group moved on from her yard and scoffed. "Seriously, the nerve of those losers!" She sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "All well! Time to finish getting ready!"

Pam walked back to her room and picked up the perfume from her nightstand. As she started spraying herself with it, she was startled by a loud banging on her front door. "What now?" She set the perfume down, made her way to the front door, and swung it open. Standing on the other side, was a tall man in a mechanic's suit and a white mask.

"Another one?" Pam spat. "Look loser! I already turned down some dweebs my age who think trick-or-treating's for everyone. What makes you think I'm going to give your full-grown ass any candy?"

The man said nothing. He simply continued to breathe heavily while staring Pam down.

"Get a job creep!" Pam nearly shut the door, only to poke her head out for one last comment. "Oh, and by the way, your costume is hideous!" With that, she slammed the door shut and started walking back to her room. Pam didn't even make it past the living room before the man began slamming the door again, each hit threatening to break the whole thing apart. More annoyed than scared, Pam rushed toward the door and tore it open with a shrill. "What now!?"

She was so blinded by her own rage that she didn't notice the chef's knife in the man's hand until he slammed it into her shoulder. Pam screamed in pain as blood trickled down the newly formed wound, bleeding even more profusely as she struggled to get away. The man retched the knife out of Pam's shoulder and watched as the blonde teen tried to run away only to trip over the rug in her panic. She continued to crawl away from the man as he closed the door behind him and slowly approached the bleeding teen with his knife raised high in the air. Had someone happened to be looking through the window of Pam's house, they would have been treated to the sight of the man's arm plunging the knife up and down, covering itself with more blood as it did so until Pam Seawell was no more.


"Oh, man! Black licorice again?" Megan snarled as she tossed the twirling candy onto the streets. She was dressed as Iron Maiden's mascot Eddy. "Would it kill these assholes to give out some fucking chocolate?. The rusty scent of blood filled her nostrils and her attention veered toward the pink house across the street from her. Hanging from the branches of the tree growing in the front lawn appeared to be the corpse of a teenage girl, her face too mangled to recognize. Any other day, this would have caused the metalhead to call the police at once but as it was Halloween, all she could think to say was "At least someone's in the spirit of the holiday and nonchalantly walked past what she thought was just a really morbid Halloween decoration. Everyone else who walked by Pam's house would think the same thing even as the smell began to set in.


"Trick-or-Treat!" The four girls shouted in unison!

"Here you go kids! Be safe out there!" The old man chirped as he dumped the candy into Ginger's bag, Emily's bucket, Penny's sack, and Sally's costume's jaws. The four girls responded with a resounding "Thank you!" before heading off for the next house.

"Look at this haul!" Penny grinned as she lifted up her almost full sack. "We might have had a sucky start but boy are we killing it tonight!"

"And all this from the girl who thought trick-or-treating was for babies." Ginger commented.

Penny blushed in embarrassment and rubbed the back of her neck nervously. "You just had to bring that up didn't you?" There was a moment of silence before everyone, including Penny, broke into hysterical laughter. This laughter was stopped by Emily noticing something about the next house.

"Hey look!" She marveled. The next house onward appeared to have some sort of maze set up alongside it. At the entrance of this maze stood a sign that read. "ARE YOU BRAVE ENOUGH TO ENTER THE HAUNTED MAZE? MAKE IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH AND YOU'LL BE REWARDED HANDSOMELY."

"Oh! This must be one of those trick-or-treating mazes I've read about." Ginger explained. "They're supposed to have really good treats at the end if you go through them."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Penny shouted. "Let's go!"

"Hold on!" Sally chimed in. "I think I see someone coming." The girls looked back at the maze entrance and sure enough two figures were approaching the group. As they stepped into the light of the house, the girls could make out Gina Davis dressed as Samus from Metroid and Octavia Walker dressed in a rather revealing outfit none of them recognized. It was comprised of black short shorts, a string bra, and a jacket that did nothing to protect the shivering Octavia from the autumn cold. Her usually long hair was done in pigtails and behind her, she dragged a large prop gun.

"Hi guys!" Gina greeted.

"Hey!" The four girls greeted with Penny immediately following up with "So what's the weeaboo dressed as? A sniper in a swimsuit?"

"Ha ha." Octavia responded sarcastically. "I'm Black Rock Shooter obviously."

"Black What Hooter?" Sally asked.

"Nevermind! It would take too long to explain and we got several more houses to hit. Brrr!" Octavia shivered again.

"I told you to pick a cosplay with more clothing involved." Gina scolded.

"But this year's Japancon was canceled. When would I get the chance to wear this again?"

Gina rolled her eyes and turned back to the group. "So you guys gonna try out the maze too?"

"You know it!" Penny answered before turning to her friends. "Come on guys! Let's roll!"

The four friends entered the maze with gusto, Octavia and Gina trailing behind. During their conversation, not a single one among them noticed the man in the mask sneak into the maze before them.


The insidious laughter boomed throughout the entire maze as the girls made their way around its many perils. Of the group, Sally was the most scared, jumping at every little thing that so much as moved. Being stuck inside an inflatable dinosaur certainly didn't help matters and she ended up falling down on her back. "Penny! Help me up!" She pleaded.

"Again?" Penny groaned as she marched back to her friend and lifted her up from the ground. "Fall one more time and I'm popping your costume with my hook!"

"Your hook isn't actually sharp!" Sally challenged.

"Wanna test that theory?" Penny lifted up her hook to Sally's face, causing the scene girl to gulp.

"No ma'am." Sally shambled along the maze with Penny following behind. A little further ahead, Ginger and Emily were in a graveyard section of the maze. Every so often, a zombie would pop out from behind a headstone and shout at the girls. Ginger only managed to get a little shaken but Emily was constantly screaming.

"We have to get out of here!" She begged. "I don't think my voice box can take much more of this."

"We're almost there." Ginger reassured her friend as she waved her arms through the artificial fog. "Just a little more...there it is!" From the fog, Ginger was able to make out the final room. It was pitch black, the only light coming from the red glow of a clown puppet's nose. Said clown puppet was holding a bowl of full-size chocolate bars in his lap. To his right was another sign in the shape of an arrow. It read: CONGRATS! YOU MADE IT OUT...THIS TIME!

"This way!" Ginger beckoned for Emily to follow. The emo girl tried to comply only to get jump scared by another zombie.

"Umm.. You know what? I think I'll just wait for Penny and Sally! You go on ahead!"

Ginger rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Oh Emily. All those creepypastas and yet some dude with a bad paint job is enough to shock you." Ginger made her way to the last room. Just as she was about to grab a candy bar out of the clown's bowl, she noticed a familiar face staring at her from the shadows. Or rather a familiar mask.

The man Ginger had been seeing all day was standing behind the clown. He was so still that Ginger couldn't tell if he was a real person or just a prop like the clown. At least, that was until she heard the heavy breathing from underneath his mask. Cold sweat covered her face, weakening the constitution of her makeup. She grabbed the candy bar, completely ignoring the clown jumping up from the chair and laughing manically left the room through the exit. As she stood outside waiting for her friends, Ginger pondered over all the times she had seen that man.

"I can't just be seeing things. That guy has been following us all night. I'm sure of it." Before Ginger could ponder it any further, the sound of Sally and Emily screaming followed by Penny's laughter told her that her friends had reached the final room. Both the emo and scene girl rushed out of the tent in a panic, the latter tripping over her bulky costume once again. Emily threw herself at Ginger, wrapping her arms tightly around her and shivering. "C-Clown! I hate clowns!" She cried.

"Come on you fucking wussy. It was just a prop." Penny scolded as she walked out of the tent. "There's no need to piss yourself."

"Shut up." Emily sniffed.

"You guys didn't even grab your candy bars." Penny pulled two of the full-size bars from her bag. "You're lucky I'm a master of cheating the system. Here." She dropped one into the open mouth of Sally's costume and tossed the other one to Emily. Unprepared to catch the candy, the bar hit Emily on the forehead, and fell to the floor. Penny stifled her laughter as the emo girl grumbled and picked up the bar.

"Say guys," Ginger spoke up. "You by chance didn't see a guy in a white mask standing behind the clown did you?"

"Nope. There was nothing in that room besides Jackass the Clown and the candy bowl." Penny answered. "Why?"

"I could have sworn he was there." It was at that moment that Ginger remembered the article she saw on her phone earlier today. The one mentioning an escaped killer.

"Probably just another trick-or-treater like us. "Come on! We got an hour and 15 minutes of candy hunting left. Let's hustle!"

"R-Right." Emily agreed, still rubbing her head. "Let's go, Sally." As Emily helped her friend back up, Ginger continued to think about the article as she pulled her phone out of her costume. "Good thing I decided to bring this with me." She began her search for the article as she and her friends moved on to the next house.


"Gina? Where are you?" Octavia asked.

"Right here!"

"Gah! Don't scare me like that!"

"I've been standing by you the whole time." Gina moaned.

"I-I'm sorry. This damn fog is too strong."

Both girls were standing in the graveyard section of the haunted maze and the fog machine had been turned up all the way, filling up the entire room with the heavy grey mist. It was very difficult for either girl to see and they ended up holding hands to keep from being separated.

"Hold on." Octavia said. "I think I see the exit!"

"Thank God!"

Octavia led her friend toward the square space of darkness she could barely make out in the fog. As they walked, Gina suddenly felt much lighter and this change caused Octavia to stop in her tracks just a few feet from the doorway. "Gina? What's wrong?"

No response.

"Come on Gina! We haven't got all night!" Octavia pulled on her friend's arm, expecting to feel the weight of an entire human being follow it. Instead, she only felt something in her hand as she pulled, confusing her even further. Had Gina shrunk or something? Octavia looked at the object in her hand and screamed in fright as she let it drop to the ground. It was Gina's severed hand, still in a clutching pose.

"G-Gina!" Octavia cried. The otaku girl looked around frantically for the rest of her friend but in the fog, she couldn't see a thing. Her fight and flight response activated and she found herself rushing toward the doorway, only to slam into the heavy chest of a grown man. The man grabbed Octavia by her sleeves and tried to drag her into the room. She struggled and kicked at him to no avail. After a minute or so of struggling, Octavia's jacket came off in the man's hand, leaving the now bra-clad girl free to flee in the opposite direction.

She rushed into the previous room, one modeled after Frankenstein's lab and bathed in a never-ending strobe light. In her already panicked state, the light only served to disorientate Octavia, slowing down her movement to a crawl until she bumped into the makeshift table where the monster rested. She breathed heavily, feeling the man approaching her from behind. Slowly, she turned around to see him blocking her path for escape, a bloody knife in his left hand.

"I won't give up!" Octavia declared. "I'll stop you! For Gina and everyone you might have killed!" With this, Octavia pulled her giant gun from the ground to her arms and pointed it at the man. She pulled the trigger...and nothing happened. In her fear and confusion, Octavia had forgotten her gun was a prop. "Well shit."

The lights continued to go on and off as the man stabbed Octavia to death.


"Take heed sinners! This accursed holiday is not of Christ!" The old man with the sign shouted. "It is the Devil's birthday so it is and by participating in it, you are risking your very souls!" In his hands, he waved a sign saying "Reject Halloween! Return to Jesus!"

"What's that guy on about?" Sally asked as the group walked by the shouting man who seemed to become more enraged upon seeing them.

"Just some anti-Halloween nutjob. Don't pay him any mind." Penny warned.

"Harlots! Harlots the lot of ya! Don't you have any respect for the Lord?"

"That guy's scarier than the clown back at the maze right Ginger?" Emily joked, her small smile fading when her comment went unheard. "Ginger?"

"What? Oh sorry." Ginger apologized. "I was looking for something on the Internet."

"You're on your phone?" Sally asked with an annoyed tone. "It's trick-or-treating time!"

"I know. I know but this is important!"

"Why?" Penny asked. "Did you forget to do a silly witch spell for Sammpain again?" Penny teased.

Ginger gave her a deadpan look. "First of all, it's Samhain and don't you dare disrespect my beliefs like that again." She warned in a quiet but stern voice. "Second, it's...well, I don't know if you'll believe me..."

"Look!" Sally shouted excitedly. "That next house is giving out caramel apples!"

"Fuck yeah!" Penny shouted. "Let's roll!" The two girls ran ahead of their friends toward the house. It was then that Emily placed a hand on Ginger's shoulder. "Let's get some caramel apples and then you can tell us all about it." She offered. "No matter what it is, I'll believe you."

Ginger looked at her friend and smiled. "Thank Emily."

Emily turned away so Ginger wouldn't see her blush and led her friend/crush to the next house, leaving the old man to his ranting and raving. "Sinners! Sinners all of ya! As the man turned away from the girls, he noticed a man in a white mask approaching him. "Yet another sinner glorifying Satan!" He cried. "Don't you know you're going to He-

The man ripped the picket sign out of his hands and with a single swing, decapitated him with it.


"So let me get this straight," Penny said with her mouth full of caramel apple. "You've been seeing this guy in a white mask all day long and you think he's an escaped psychopath who is now stalking us?"

"I know it seems a little far-fetched but I sweat I'm telling you the truth!"

"Do you have any proof?" Penny challenged.

"That's why I'm on the phone now!" Ginger pointed to her device. "I'm looking for the article right now!" She looked back down at her phone. "Hey, I think I found it!"

Sally, Penny and Emily all gathered around their goth friend as she read the article.

"Serial killer escapes transit to maximum security ward!" She began. "About a week ago, the bus carrying 15 inmates from Smith Grove Sanitarium to Locksand Maximum Security Ward crashed under mysterious circumstances two miles away from Oakwood. Authorities are unsure as to what exactly caused the crash but have confirmed the deaths of all but one of the inmates on board that night. The missing inmate, infamous serial killer Michael Audrey Myers, is still at large.

"Michael Myers!" Emily shivered. "As in the Michael Myers who killed babysitters back in Haddonfield?"

"Two miles away from Oakwood?" Sally started shaking as well. "Y-You don't think..."

"Pssfth! Audrey!" Penny stifled another laugh.

"This is no laughing matter!" Ginger snapped. "Michael escaped from the bus crash a week ago and now there's a creepy guy following us! Doesn't that strike you as too much of a coincidence?"

"Maybe it would if I actually happened to see this Michael guy for myself," Penny replied. "But the fact is, I haven't so I don't."

"Sorry Ginger," Sally added. "But Penny's got a point. I haven't seen him either."

Ginger looked down in distraught at her friend's disbelief.

"I believe you." Emily said while looking the other way. Ginger perked up upon hearing this and smiled.

"Well of course you believe Ginger!" Penny hissed before muttering "Fucking simp."

"That's not it." Emily defended without looking at her friends.

"But then why do you believe her?" Sally asked.

Emily turned to her friends with her finger pointed toward the darkness. "Because he's quietly approaching us right now."

All three girls looked in the direction where Emily was pointing and were greeted with the sight of a man with a blue suit and white expressionless mask marching toward them with a bloody knife in hand. Michael Myers was indeed stalking them.

"Ah fuck!' Penny cursed. "You know, just once, I wish you would be right about something that isn't trying to kill us!"

"You and me both." Ginger agreed.

"Run away!" Sally screamed.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Emily replied as she and her friends bolted away from Michael. The Shape made no effort to increase his speed in any way, simply choosing to continue walking after them instead. The girls, on the other hand, ran as fast as they could down the block. What followed was an almost endless cycle of the girls becoming exhausted and needing to catch their breath only for Michael to catch up with them, forcing them to flee once more.

This went on for about three or so blocks with Sally tripping and falling to the ground each time they ran, which in turn allowed Michael to close the gap a little. Around the fourth time, Penny got fed up with her friend hampering their escape and started pulling on the costume. "For fuck's sake Sally! Your stupid costume is gonna get us killed! Just take it off already!"

"No!" Sally protested as she helplessly waved the stubs of her arms. "Think about the candy!"

"Fuck the candy!" Penny shouted as she pulled on the costume harder.

"Penny don't! I...I..." Sally blushed. "I'm not wearing anything underneath this costume!"

Penny let go of the costume at once. "Please tell me you're joking!"

"Well, I needed to make more room for the candy" Sally admitted. She laughed sheepishly as Penny sighed and put her palm to her face.

"Hey, guys!" Emily interrupted. "Look!" She pointed to their pursuer who, despite having been given ample opportunity to catch up to the girls, was still marching toward them at a snail's pace.

"He's walking toward us," Penny stated. "Just...walking...after us..."

The four girls looked at each other, all thinking the same thing, and once again began their escape. Only this time, instead of running from Michael, they walked at the same speed as him, creating a permanent distance between them. Once they had made their way around a few more blocks and it became clear that Michael was not going to be leaving them alone anytime soon, the girls began discussing their next course of action.

"We can't keep walking like this forever!" Ginger began. "We have to do something!"

"But what!?" Emily asked. "We don't have any weapons!"

"Who needs weapons?" Penny interjected. "Give me five minutes with this guy and I'll send him to the hospital!" She tried to crack her knuckles only to stick herself with her hook. "Ow!"

"Hey, guys!" Sally shouted. "Look! There's some policemen over there!" Sally pointed her stubby arm toward the streetlight up ahead. Underneath its light sat a police car with two men inside of it. "We're saved!"

"Are we though?" Penny argued. "I don't trust cops as far as I can throw them."

"Do you have any better ideas?" Ginger challenged.

Penny thought it over and decided she didn't and so, with a heavy sigh, she joined her friends in running toward the police car while screaming her head off. The girls pounded on the car doors, startling the policemen and forcing them to get out of their vehicle.

"What in Sam's Hill is going on?" One of the officers asked. "What are you kids screaming about!?"

In their panic, the girls continued to talk and shout over each other, each giving their own description of the night's events. The first officer, understandably confused, could only scratch his head but his partner seemed to somehow understand the girls.

"So let me get this straight." He said. "An escaped serial killer from another town has been following you four all night and he's out there right now as we speak?"

"...That's right," Ginger confirmed.

The officer sighed. "Very well. Let's check it out." The two officers turned out their flashlights and began combing the block for Michael as the girls waited by the police car.

"Do you think they'll find him?" Sally whispered.

"I don't know," Emily replied. "I sure hope so."

"You know, this wouldn't have happened if we had gone with my original plan of crashing Tyler Meek's party!" Penny said in a I-told-you-so voice.

"Not now!" Ginger growled.

At last, one of the officers returned to the car. "Well my partner and I have combed this entire area but we didn't see anyone in a white mask and blue suit."

"But-but-but,,," Emily stammered.

"Now girls, it's Halloween night and people love playing pranks on each other this time of year. I think all that really happened was that you were the victims of a mean prank is all." He turned to his partner who had just stepped out of the bushes. "Right Hill?"

Hill said nothing as he held his throat, blood trickling from his lips.

"Hill?"

Hill reached for his friend, only to fall to his knees. He let go of his neck and much to everyone's shock and horror, the large knife wound on it, spat out another jet of blood before the man fell dead.

"My God!" The officer cried as the girls screamed in unison. He quickly reached into his car and took out his walkie-talkie. "This is officer Carpenter!" He shouted. "There's been a police murder! I repeat, a police murder! We need bac-

Michael jumped out of the bushes behind Officer Carpenter and charged at him. The Shape grabbed the man's walkie-talkie and wrapped the cord around his neck. Carpenter tried to reach for his gun but in the struggle, the weapon fell out of his pocket and landed out of reach. The girls watched in horror as Michael strangled Carpenter to death. Once the cop was a corpse, Michael let his lifeless body fall to the street and turned his sights on the girls.

"What are we gonna do?" Emily cried. "We're going to die!"

"I can't believe it." Penny deadpanned. "I'm going to die in a stupid pirate costume. Fuck my life."

Ginger noticed the policeman's gun and quickly snatched it up. She put herself between her friends and Michael, pointing the gun at the latter and turning the safety off. "I'm warning you! You better back off right now or I will shoot!"

Michael cocked his head for a moment as if considering giving in to Ginger's demands. Then he raised his knife and marched forward, clearly intending to kill her.

"Alright, you asked for it!" Ginger put her finger on the trigger and squeezed.

"Ginger!" Emily shouted. "Wai-

But the first bullet had already left the gun and shot itself through Michael's chest. The silent killer stepped back and placed a hand on the new wound, looking back up at Ginger with somewhat surprised eyes. Ginger fired a second shot, into Michael's shoulder and a third in his left knee. She kept firing until the gun was empty and the trigger only produced clicks. Michael, now riddled with bullets, fell to his knees and then to his side, letting go of his knife in the process. A puddle of blood formed around him.

"Well that was...violent," Penny remarked. "But still, nice shot!"

"Well, he was at point-blank range." Ginger said as she tossed the gun aside.

"What a mess!" Emily remarked. "I guess we'll have to stay for questioning when the backup arrives huh?"

"We could do that," Penny agreed. "Or we could pretend we were never here and head over to the party!"

"Are you serious Penny?" Ginger sighed. "This is a really serious situation!"

"Exactly!" Penny replied. "And that's why we should let the adults handle this! Besides, Michael's dead now. He won't be bothering us again! Come on!"

Ginger glared at Penny for a few moments before sighing in defeat. "Fuck it! I could use a drink!"

The other three cheered at their friend's decision. "Alright! Let's dump this candy back home and then off to the party!"

As the girl's left, they failed to notice Michael's hand slowly close its fingers around the knife again.


After a quick trip to their respective homes to dump off their loot for the evening, the girls made their way to Tyler Meek's house. It was a pretty big place that was swarming with people in all sorts of costumes. There was a barrel full of water and apples for bobbing and a 12-foot skeleton standing guard over the front door which Ginger instantly fell in love with. A few of the guests gave the girls dirty looks on account of them not being invited but as they were too busy with their own enjoyment of the party, no one gave them any grief and they were able to enjoy themselves as well.

This merriment would last about an hour before the killing would begin again.


"Come on! You can do this! You can do this!" The chubby boy told himself before dunking his head back into the barrel of apples. A few of the guests, including Sally were watching him as he tried, again and again, to take an apple out of the water without much success. Penny found her friend among the group of spectators and approached her.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Chunk's been trying to bob an apple for two hours now. I think he's getting closer." Sally answered.

"Whatever," Penny rolled her eyes. "Hey, they're playing Hocus Pocus in the living room. Let's go!"

"Really!?" Sally brightened up and did the rest of the spectators who followed Penny to the house, leaving Chunk by himself.

"Mmmold mmooon. Mmmmold monnn. My mot mmit!" He proudly declared as he pulled an apple from the barrel. Chunk's feelings of triumph were replaced by confusion once he saw that everyone had left. "Mmey! Wor mid mmerybidy go?" He asked with the apple still clenched in his jaws.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Chunk's forehead while another, with a single open-palm shove, forced the whole apple down his throat. Chunk choked and gasped as the fruit wedged itself inside his windpipe. The hand let go of his forehead and grabbed his hair, forcing his face back into the barrel. Already weakened from choking on the apple, Chunk didn't put up much of a fight as his head was lifted up and down into the water again and again. Once he was still, the killer placed his head in the water for the last time and left for the house where his real targets were.


"We desire children!" The witch on the TV spoke.

"Well it might take me a few tries but I don't think that'll be a problem." The bus driver replied.

A roar of laughter filled the living room where Ginger and her three friends sat.

"You know, Disney is an evil cooperation that needs to be stopped at all costs," Penny chuckled as she held onto her sides. "But damn if they don't know how to make a funny movie!"

"I agree! It's a classic!" Ginger said as she tossed another handful of popcorn into her mouth. She grabbed a beer bottle and tried to pour the contents into her mouth only to taste air. "Crap! I'm out!" She turned to Emily. "Hey Emily, could you please get me another beer?"

"Sure! Anything for you!" Emily chirped and made her way toward the kitchen at the back of the house. It was dark and there were three rooms and a hallway separating Emily from the rest of the group. She didn't mind of course. Michael was gone now and for Ginger, Emily would do just about anything. She opened the fridge and searched for any alcohol she could find. "Let's see...pickles. Nope. Soda. Nah-uh! Head of the anti-Halloween guy carved into a Jack-O-lantern. No-HOLY FUCK!"

Emily fell back and crawled away from the fridge as fast as she could. The human Jack-o-lantern inside was still bleeding, the match lit inside of it burning brightly through the holes where the eyes and mouth once were. Emily slowly got to her feet with her eyes fixed on the ghastly seen before her, fighting to keep herself from puking right then and there. Once she was back on her feet, she felt someone else in the kitchen with her and tried to turn around to face them. Before just as she did, however, that person charged at her and pinned her to the counter with his body. With his white mask staring down at her and his bloody knife raised in the air, Emily knew it was Michael at once.

"No way!" She cried! "You're dead!

Michael responded by attempting to ram his knife into Emily's shoulder. The emo teen grabbed his wrist and tried with all her might to keep the tip out of her flesh. Michael was much stronger, however, and with every second that passed, Emily could see the knife getting closer. "What do I do?" She thought frightfully. "He's gonna kill me! He's really gonna kill me if I don't do something!"

Emily's eyes scanned all around her for anything that might help her out of the situation and noticed the knife block behind her. Around this time, Michael had used his free hand to grab her throat, squeezing it with all his might. With the air leaving her body and the very tip of the knife drawing blood from her shoulder, Emily knew she had no other choice. Using her own free hand, she reached for the knife block and pulled out a knife identical to Michael's

Before Michael could react, Emily slammed the knife into one of the bullet holes in his chest. The wound started bleeding again and Michael let go of Emily's throat to grab at it. Seizing her opportunity, Emily stabbed Michael in the stomach, causing him to fall down on his back. Overcome with adrenaline, fear, and anger, Emily started stabbing Michael repeatedly while screaming "Die! Die! Die!" After a minute or so, Emily was finally able to tear herself away from the now still body of Michael, another puddle of blood forming around him.

"Phew!" She said as she wiped the sweat and blood off her brow. "Glad that's over! Now I can..." As Emily was speaking, her gaze happened to turn toward the kitchen doorway where a whole group of party attendees stood. They had been drawn in by the sounds of Emily's screams and by their wide eyes and open mouths, she guessed that they had witnessed her little stabbing fit. Embarrassed more than anything else, Emily laughed sheepishly while hiding the knife behind her back. "I..I can explain!"

The girl at the forefront of the group screamed, followed by the rest of her companions. The party-goers ran back into the house, screaming about how the emo girl finally snapped and was killing people. Poor Emily could only stay in the kitchen and sigh as she heard the sounds of chaos ring throughout the house. It was only after she heard the front door slam shut and realized that everyone had run off that her friends came in.

"Emily! What the fuck?" Penny asked.

"It was Michael!" Emily shouted. "I don't know how but he survived the bullets and attacked me in the kitchen!" Emily noticed her friend's gazes were trained on the bloody knife in her hand. "It was self-defense! I swear!

"Emily relax!" Ginger walked up to the emo girl and placed a hand on her head. "We believe you! There's not a naturally violent bone in your body." Sally and Penny nodded in agreement.

"Ginger." Emily fought back tears of relief that her friends believed her after all. "Thank you!"

"There is just one question I gotta ask." Ginger said.

"What is it?" Emily asked uneasily.

"If you stabbed Michael, where's his body?"

"What do you mean?" Emily pointed to Michael. "He's right-" She stopped herself once she saw that Michael's body was indeed gone. Only a puddle of blood remained where he was. "Oh no!"

"Great!" Penny shouted! "So not only is there an asshole with a knife after us but apparently he's immortal too!"

The sound of breathing could be heard throughout the house, giving the impression that Michael was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. They knew at that moment that if they didn't do something drastic, they would not survive the night.

"We need to destroy Michael for good!" Ginger declared. "But how? Shooting him didn't work."

"Stabbing didn't work either," Emily muttered, feeling somewhat disappointed that she failed to kill Michael after all

"Maybe we can write his name in the Death Note?" Sally suggested, earning a glare from her friends.

"Sally," Ginger groaned. "First of all, that's a made-up item from an anime. It doesn't exist. And two, we don't have one either way."

"Oh dammit!"

"Guys! Chill!" Penny said with a smirk. "I got a plan! A plan so crazy it just might work!"

Penny huddled her friends together and explained her plan.


About an hour later, Emily found herself waiting in the living room. She was totally alone, the other girls working on the plan elsewhere. She was playing her role as well, acting as bait to lure Michael out of wherever he was hiding. At first, she didn't think it would work as Michael had failed to show up so far. But then, she heard the sound of heavy breathing and as she looked up from the floor, she met the haunting silent gaze of one Michael Myers.

"There you are." She said as calmly as she could. "We need to talk." Emily got up from the couch and approached Michael, stopping just out of stabbing distance in front of him. "My friend Ginger told me all about you." She continued. "How you killed your big sister when you were only 6 and spent 15 years in a sanitarium after that. You know, you're kind of a dick."

Michael took a step closer, causing Emily to take a step back. "Maybe I shouldn't have started with that!" She waved her hands frantically. "I didn't mean anything bad by that! All I was saying was that there are other ways to convey how you feel to someone without tearing their innards out!"

Michael cocked his head but stayed where he was.

"I know you had a shrink and all and I'm sure he did a fine job, but has anyone ever talked to you? Like really, sat down and talked to you about how you were feeling?"

To Michael's surprise, Emily took a few steps forward. She was still scared of him, that much was evident by her perfuse sweating and shaky legs but for whatever reason, she got closer to him. "I'm great with helping people vent out their feelings you know? Yeah yeah I know you might have trouble believing me since I'm emo and all but I swear I'm a good listener! Just ask my friend Sally! She says she feels like she can vent her deepest darkest secrets to me, not that she has but still.." Emily shook her head and took one more step toward Michael. "How about it? Will you vent with me?"

Despite her relaxed demeanor, on the inside, Emily was in full-blown panic mode. "What the hell is Penny thinking? Michael's a remorseless killing machine! That monster's never had feelings and never will! I might as well be trying to play shrink with a giant shark! Oh Penny, if I die because of your dumb plan, I'm so gonna kill you!"

Before Emily could realize the irony of what she had just thought, she heard the sound of Michael's knife falling to the floor. She directed her attention back to Michael in time to see him pull the bottom of his mask out from under his mechanic's suit. "Michael? She asked.

Michael didn't respond. Instead, he slowly pulled on the mask, stretching it as it began to leave his face.

"Oh my God!" Emily thought. "Did my words actually reach him? Is this Michael's way of opening up to me?" Emily couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in herself, despite this not being part of the plan at all. "Maybe I could be a therapist."

Michael finished removing his mask and held it with both hands over his chest. Emily was surprised to see Michael's face look completely normal despite the fanfare. Sure as he was a little older, his face was somewhat droopy but even in the state it was in, Emily could tell Michael was handsome at one point. For a split second, Emily thought she could even see a tear in Michael's eye.

"Oh Michael." Emily reach out to touch his face, feeling for a second that maybe she could actually reach him. The feeling vanished the second Michael grabbed her wrist and shoved her away with enough force to knock her on her backside. "Dammit! Again?" Emily looked back up at Michael as he hastily fixed his mask in place and grabbed his knife.

"I should have known." Emily sighed as she got back to her feet. "You don't have any feelings, do you? Except I guess a desire for killing."

As if to say yes, Michael began marching toward Emily, knife poised to strike.

"Oh well, I guess it was worth a try." Emily out both of her hands to her mouth and shouted "Now Penny!"

Penny suddenly jumped into the room, a bunch of boards in her left arm and a strange light glowing behind her. "Hey Captain Kirk!" She shouted. Michael slowly turned toward her and was rewarded for his attention with a kick to the crotch. "Happy Halloween Fuckface!" Penny declared as Michael dropped the knife again and cradled his groin with both hands. "Come on Emily! Let's go!"

"Right!" Both girls rushed out of the front door, slammed it shut, and barricaded it using the boards and nails Penny carried with her. As they finished, Ginger and Sally ran into the front yard to join them.

"Did you guys barricade all the exits?" Penny asked them. "Every single one?"

"We sure did!" Sally confirmed with a salute, her tongue out playfully and a hammer in her hand.

"Did you do your part?" Ginger asked.

"You know I did!" Penny pointed to the house which was beginning to smoke. While Emily was distracting Michael and Ginger and Sally were cutting off all the exits, Penny was busy dumping all of the undrunk alcohol onto the floors and walls of the house before setting it all ablaze with a single match. As the girls watched, the fire began to consume the house from the inside out and while they heard no screams coming from within, they knew Michael was burning in the inferno.

"Mission accomplished!" Penny shouted as she offered high-fives to her friends. Sally and Emily accepted but Ginger stood solemnly with her arms crossed.

"Guys, you do know we just committed arson right?" She asked.

"Yes, but we stopped Michael!" Penny defended.

"But we burned down someone else's house. And that's after everyone saw Emily stab a guy!"

Emily gulped. "She's right! We're gonna be in so much trouble after this!"

"Pish! You guys worry too much!" Penny scolded. "Look, we'll cross that bridge when it comes alright but for now, let's just sit back, relax and enjoy the fact that it's all over now! There's no way Michael's walking out of this one! Hahahahah-" Penny's laughter was ceased by a single drop of water hitting her nose. Another hit her cheek, followed by another one hitting her eye. A roar of thunder sounded overhead and the girls looked up to see dark clouds rolling over the starry night sky. Rain began to fall all over the area, dousing the flaming house into a smoldering wreck.

"You have got to be kidding me!" Penny shouted.

Sally placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Don't worry Penny!" She said. "I'm sure Michael already burned to death before the flames went out!"

Just then, the weakened front door was kicked into charred pieces from the inside and a smoldering, soot-covered Michael stormed out of the house. His suit was blackened and his mask was melting. Nevertheless, once he spotted the girls, he raised his knife into the air and stomped toward them.

"Me and my big mouth!" Sally muttered.

"Shit!" Ginger screamed. "We have to get out of here!"

"Good idea!" Emily agreed. The four friends turned to run away but the rain had turned the ground underneath their feet into sticky mud. Unprepared for the resistance from their feet to move, the girls tripped all over each other and fell down into the mud, giving Michael enough time to catch up with them. Fear gripped their entire bodies as the Shape loomed over them, his knife ready to rob them of their lives.

"Any last words guys?" Ginger gulped.

"I have some." Penny turned to Sally. "This all your fault!"

"I know!"

The girls braced themselves for the end. But just as Michael was about to bring down the knife on them, a bolt of lightning struck the steel blade, sending 300 million volts of electricity throughout Michael's body. The girls watched as the killer spasmed uncontrollably before suddenly flying off back toward the house. He crashed through a window and landed with a thud inside the living room where he lay perfectly still.

"Well...that happened," Penny stated.

Ginger took out her phone and checked the time. "It's midnight. Halloween is officially over."

"So...we can all go home now and prepare for Thanksgiving?" Emily asked.

"I think so."

The girls got up, tore their feet out of the mud, and ran screaming all the way home. Aside from the escaped killer hunting them down throughout the night, the girls would later reflect on this Halloween as one of their best for years to come.


The next morning, the authorities arrived at Tyler Meeks's house to estimate the damage. Chief of Police Mark Akkad waited outside for his deputy Dick Castle to give him a report. At last, he returned from the house and confronted Akkad.

"So what's the damage?" Akkad asked.

"It's not too bad sir." Castle began. "Last night's rainfall seemed to take care of the fire rather quickly and the damage is minimal. We called the Meeks and they said that this was their guest house if you can believe that. They just said they'll replace it like it was nothing! They're not even gonna press charges on the person who did this!"

"God dammed rich people," Akkad muttered

"What really concerns me sir is the number of bodies we found." Castle continued.

"What do you mean?" Akkad asked.

"Well, the reports said that there were two bodies at the house before the fire started but we looked all over the place...and...and..." Castle seemed afraid to speak.

"Out with it son!" Akkad demanded.

"We've only been able to find one!"


Michael drove passed the sign telling him that the town of Oakwood was sad to see him go. Somehow, he doubted that. The man sitting beside him certainly didn't seem pleased to see him, especially when Michael broke his neck with his bare hands. That didn't matter to Michael of course, at least the man's tow truck ran well. Not to mention it had plenty of gas to take him far away from Oakwood. Far away from the girls who had bested him last night.

Oh, he would come back for them of course. Michael couldn't leave such giant loose ends alone. He would be sure to come back for them, next Halloween.

The End

(And with this installment, I am finished with the Big Three (Nightmare, Friday and Halloween) Not to fear for I have plenty more franchises to work with and so much more planned for these little edgy OC's of mine. I'm practicing my drawing as well as writing and once I feel like I'm good enough, I promise to post what they look like. In any case, bye-bye for now and Happy Halloween!)