Chapter 13
Tommy sauntered solemnly in from the night and looked around. In the living room he turned on the TV just in time to catch a news bulletin. The reporter's face was ghostly pale and sweat beads glistened on his forehead.
"I'm here at 45 Lampkin Lane with the Haddonfield Police Department where two bodies were discovered just a short while ago. The bodies, two men, where found impaled on a fence after theoretically crashing from a two-story window. Though the younger of the two men remains unidentified, the older is believed to be the infamous Michael Myers. Both have been officially pronounced dead by the coroner and identification is still pending."
The reporter suddenly began fidgeting with his earpiece. His eyes widened for an instant before he turned back to the camera. "This just in," he said shakily. "Dr. Terrence Wynn, a retired Smith Grove psychiatrist was found stabbed to death in his home just a few short miles from here. Though the two do not seem to be connected, investigators have been ordered to examine both scenes for any clue that could link the two cases."
Tommy watched a little longer before switching off the television. Rosalyn wasn't home when he checked for her. Part of him knew she wouldn't be, but another part hoped she was. He didn't want to lose another person to him. But he'd been too late. She was already gone. He'd missed her at the Myers house too. She'd managed to stay one step ahead of him all night.
For a second he considered reporting her missing. His hand hovered above the telephone for a second before he dropped it. There was no saving her. This was out of his hands. He sighed, defeated. Slowly he stood and trudged toward the stairs. Michael had worked in the last blow after all.
FIN