Chapter 2

Visiting Hours


(It's a foggy day outside Smith's Grove, and we watch the little group come out)

Jennifer Lloyd was three years old, but no one called her Jennifer Lloyd, everyone called her Miss Wynn. The same for her sister, Jamie, now two. It was a fairly cold morning in Illinois altogether, not just Warren County, and both girls were exceptionally excited, they were going to go out today.

(They enter the car and drive away, shortly after we watch the car drive off, we see them in the sanitarium)

Wynn kept them close the entire time, even the car ride. Little Jennifer didn't know where they were, but it was an old brick building, lots of high security gates outside and even inside. Wynn led them in, one of their hands in each of his. They were taken down to a lower level to a room with hospital beds, and people on them. They were led to one, a man on it, his face covered in bandages and his body by a blanket.

Wynn led them to it and stopped a few feet away, let go of their hands. "Girls, this is your Uncle Michael."

Curious, Jennifer tilted her head and looked at him, then at Wynn. "Daddy, why does he have that on his face?"

"Well, he got in an... Accident a few years ago, and his face is scarred badly. That's just so the nurses don't get scared or sick."

Jamie inched toward him and Jennifer followed, Jamie stopped just short of him, so Jennifer went closer, reached out to touch his scarred hand when it shot up toward her. She screamed and ran back to Wynn, buried herself in his thigh.

Wynn chuckled. "It's ok, he was only saying hello. He doesn't talk Jenni."

Shaking she looked back to see Jamie had placed her hand in his, and he was holding it, slightly jealous she moved forward and touched only the tips of her fingers to his hand, he released Jamie's and strained to touch hers, and she placed hers in his, infuriated, Jamie slapped at her sister's hand and missed.

Instead she hit Michael's and he shot up, began violently groping at the air. Both girls shrieked and fell back onto their little bottoms while Wynn moved forward, grabbed Michael's flailing hand and injected a sedative.

Jamie watched in horror as he calmed and fell back.

(We slowly zoom into the little girls face and zoom out of Laurie Strode's blank expression, she bites her lip and stands, goes to the phone on the wall and lifts it, dials a number)

"Doctor Loomis? Yes this is Laurie, Laurie Strode. Hi, um, I've been thinking and, I want to check it out, I want to see if you're right about those little girls at Smith's Grove. I can't risk it, if they're my babies I want to know."

'Ok well, Laurie, you know Wynn will do all he can to protect them.'

Her face solemn she answered. "So will I."


Laurie watched from her post outside of the building, her eyes glistening, she had been watching these two girls with this Wynn person for five minutes and she already knew they were her girls, the girls Loomis knew had been sold to Wynn. Sold to him by Jimmy, Jimmy who had lied and tried to make her believe they were dead.

"Heart failure." She snorted, then shook her head. She backed up behind the wall a bit more as Wynn pulled the car out of the parking lot with the girls, then stepped completely into view as soon as he was gone. "I think it's my turn to cause some trouble on Halloween."


Their visits with Michael were twice a week, every week. Jennifer often stayed back from him, only squeezed his hand in greeting, then stayed by Wynn, Jamie on the other hand had gotten so brave as to sit with him on the bed. Jennifer was often paranoid that he would rise and hurt her little sister, but he hadn't so far.

One particular visit, Wynn had gone off to talk with Hoffman(the doctor working with Michael even though Loomis was gone, the man at all the rituals and meetings) and so Jamie was on the bed and was bored, she lightly punched her Uncle's chest and he reacted, only now Wynn wasn't here to save them. Jamie screamed in fear and pain as he grabbed her arm and began to shake her, Jennifer ran forward and onto the bed, deciding violence towards him wouldn't help, she lightly touched his covered forehead.

He stiffened slightly but continued to hold onto Jamie, who was crying loudly. Jennifer continued to gently stroke his face, pressing her hand to his cheek soothingly and soon he calmed and released her, his own scarred hand reaching up and smoothing over her little cheek. She blushed at the seemingly affectionate gesture and clasped his hand between her, held it to her little face.

Wynn returned and froze upon seeing them together, a chuckle floating from his throat. So young was she, and such a flirt! He went to Jamie and lifted her into his arms, let her cry into his chest. He continued to watch until Michael fell asleep, and he motioned for Jennifer to come along. With a sigh she obeyed, looking back several times at her Uncle until he was no longer in view.


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