Interlude: Mrs. Mini Blankenship's Boarding House, 1995

There were a series of diaries and articles that Tommy Doyle, original Halloween night survivor, had compiled as a list of references into Michael, and the Thorn rune.

Thorn: The Guide to The Rune

Patrick Murphy

What is Thorn, you might ask? Thorn is an ancient rune, used by the Celtics. According to certain folklores, Thorn was the most important of the entire alphabet of runes; it was, in essence, the one rune to rule them all. Thorn was said to be able to control one member of a tribe, whom must perform the task of dispatching his entire family line, on the night of Samhain (In laymen's terms, Halloween). On this night, in order to appease the deity of Samhain, the one who was given the gift of thorn (Christian authors and many others would call it the a curse) would need to strike down every single one of their family members, thus bringing a new year of harvest for a tribe.

This one with the gift of thorn, would have a mark; it would be upon his (or her) right hand wrist, and would be a line, with a greater than sign connected towards the top, but a but of the top would still be further erected then the greater than sign. This would mark the one who is accursed with it; but also, the tribe would wear this same marking upon their wrist.

Legend would say this would put a protective spell upon the tribe; as long as someone was afflicted with the curse of thorn, each tribe member would be protected from death, and famine. The only way this could be broken is if the ritual to take away the power of thorn was done, or the thorn carrier was to succeed in his mission, and thus, the generation would be open to death and famine, while the new generation would be protected from health scares and famine.

However, such rituals as the harvest, and Samhain have since been proven as merely folktales and yarns, and created by a much more uncivilized era of man. Certain aspects of Samhain, though, still exist in today's culture. On Samhain, also, they would dress in order to ward of evil spirits that might affect them in the remainder of the year, such as crop deities, and famine, and other such believed gods.

As stated above, Samhain was the spirit, or embodiment, of Halloween. He was what the Celtics were in fear of; he was also the one whom they sacrificed to. It is also believed that Halloween was also the most important event of the Celtic year; with the second event, in May, which would be the beginning of the summer, and Halloween the end. Samhain literally means "Summer's End."

The Celtics also believed in one overall leader, whom would control the one with the curse of thorn; he would become the leader of the tribe, and was, usually, the tribe's shaman. He would be the most knowledgeable of the entire tribe; and had a great standing within the tribe. If anyone went against what he said, they would immediately be put up to be sacrificed for the Samhain ritual.

By one person going against the tribe leader, his entire family line would be wiped out. A barbaric practice, yes, but none the less, a strong punishment, proving who the tribe leader was.

Now, once the curse is lifted by any means, a new subject will replace the original, and would sacrifice need to sacrifice his entire line. In the process of when a new cursed being comes into play, the shaman shall be replaced by a younger kinsmen of the tribe, like ushering out the old, to bring in the new order of things.

Normally, the generation under the rule would seem to vanish, all with the exception of the shaman, whom, as its been recorded, would need to be used as the sacrifice for the coming of the new Thorn carrier. His neck would be slit open, ear to ear, and the blood of the former shaman would be used to bless the new Thorn carrier. Once again, a rather crude practice, but things were as they were.

Dr. Samuel Loomis, a resident psychiatrist in Smith's Grove, Illinois, was stated as to say; "Samhain. In order to appease the gods, the Druid priests held fire rituals. Prisoners of war, criminals, the insane- animals- were burned alive. By observing how they died the Druids believed they could predict omens of the future. Ten thousand years later we've come no further. Samhain isn't goblins or evil spirits. It isn't witches or ghosts. It's the unconscious mind. We're all afraid of the dark inside ourselves."

Thorn definitely had a strong influence upon the sacrifices; Samhain was a fire ritual, as Dr. Loomis had stated. However, Thorn, was a totally different aspect. People tend to confuse these two very different things together, and thus, we get lost once more in man kinds stories.

The most recent case of tho-

The remainder of the document is missing, and seems to have been torn away by someone.

Escape From Haddonfield

"I prayed that he would burn in hell. But in my heart, I knew that hell would not have him."

-Dr. Sam Loomis

Chapter 7

The horrified screams of people could be heard all throughout the cavernous room. John and Tommy would be firing their guns at the cult members, whom would take a hit, and merely stand right back up.

They would slowly back away, still firing each of their guns, until they were totally empty.

Tommy would drop the pistol, holding out the dagger now, as John would begin to load his shotgun with more shells.

"I never thought I'd say this," John would say, "but if I am to die, it is a pleasure to die alongside with you, man."

Tommy would only smile. "We aren't dead yet, John," he would smirk. John would reload the shotgun, aiming it at Dr. Mixter's head, and would fire. The pellets, upon impact, would make his head explode in a gush of brain matter and blood. However, the body would still continue to move towards them.

John would cock the shotgun, watching the headless corpse continue in after them. "Yeah, but we don't have much longer to live."

Tommy would then have a brainstorm. "If I could get my car… shit."

John would look to him. "What, what?"

"The runes," he would say. "The runes took away Michael's power last time. If I could get them… I could break the curse, permanently."

John would look to him, and then back at the large mob coming after them. "Well, we kinda have a problem. There are these guys, Wynn, and now Loomis, all out there. And don't forget Michael. We'll never get out of here alive."

"Never say never again. After all you've seen and been through, you really think this is the end?"

John would smile, firing off his last shell. "Fuck no." They would both charge into the mob, John turning the shotgun, and using it was a club, smacking one of the cult members in the head.

The two men assault continued, blade cutting away at the flesh of the attackers, and the shotgun coming down, hitting someone in the back of the head, snapping their neck almost immediately with a sickening crack.

Tommy would use the small dagger, stabbing at anything that got in his way. The mob would continue to move in, circling around them. They would continue to fight valiantly, but the maddening hands of the crowd would move in on them, grabbing them. They would try and take away their weapons, hands grabbing for anything they could.

Chapter 8

She would still cower into the corner, hugging her brother tightly to her. Jonathan Parker would still move in closer, a hand reaching out.

"You don't know how sorry I am that you're stuck as the one," he would say, taking a step closer to her. "I really like you… but… you are needed for a purpose. We all have a purpose in life. Mine is to take you back to that table, so you can be the first, in the beginning of the new harvest."

"The new harvest?"

"Yes. What do you think happens, huh? That the old generation just dies out? No… they are sacrificed in the burning fires for the new generation to see what's coming. See, we see into the future with these fires…" He would laugh. "And you simple humans just don't understand any of it. This has been all seen… everything that's happened up to right now has already been predicted. Loomis knew it all… and that's why he became Michael's doctor. I mean, really Gina, who would've expected his own doctor being the one behind the plot?"

Gina would look up to him, with an angered face. "You're all insane," she said, looking to him. "I can't believe I liked a piece of shit like you."

"That's harsh Gina," he would say, taking another step forward. "Maybe I can arrange something, where you can live… and someone else will take your brother. Then we can be together. I'm in pretty good standing with Loomis… all you have to do is kill your brother."

"Fuck you," she said, looking up to him. "Go to hell you son of a bitch."

"You don't get it, Gina. This world is hell. Because of that bitch Laurie Strode… she ruined things for us all. Right now, we'd have a new generation… but no. She fought him, and had a son and daughter. That daughter had a child, and so did that son."

"…John had a kid…"

"He did. But unfortunately, that child died during birth. And now that mother is also not longer with us, thanks to Terrance Wynn."

"You bastard," she said to him. "You're gonna pay for what you're doing, you all will."

"Doubtful," he said, taking yet another step forward, looking to her. "Michael is only a pawn in all of this, as am I, as is everyone else. The pieces are moving, and can't be stopped. Michael has been bestowed with the gift of thorn… if only I was so lucky. Look at your brother there… he too, will be given that gift, and be blessed with powers beyond our imaginations."

She would look up to him, with an angered face. "I wanna know one thing, John," she said, anger filling within her.

"Yeah, what's that?"

"Where's Kala," she said. "Kala Strode."

"Do not worry about her," he said, taking yet another step forward. "She'll be all right. She saw Michael… so she, too, has to die."

"You better leave her alone," she said, starting to slowly rise to her feet. John would move forward toward her, pushing her down to the ground.

"Sorry, no such luck. They'll sacrifice her… and then eat her. Alive." John would smirk, slowly kneeling down towards Gina.

Gina would merely look down at her brother. She would see his eyes were no longer the color they once were. They had turned black. It seemed to her there was little humanity left inside him. She would close her eyes, hugging tightly to him. "I'm sorry," she said to him, tears slowly streaming down her face. "I'm so sorry Chris…"

John would reach for Chris, trying to pull him away. Gina would scream at the top of her lungs. "Get away from us!" She would fight, attempting to get him away from them.

Chapter 9

John and Tommy would break through the mob, and would run through the maze of the basement of the hospital. When it seemed safe enough distance, John would stop Tommy, and they would stand there, trying to catch their breath.

"Shit," John would say, taking in a deep breath. "This is fucking ridiculous. I had no idea they had this kind of power."

"Neither did I," Tommy would say, looking up to John. "We're two mice trying to fight off a fucking assault of cats."

"That's the understatement of the century," John would say, looking to Tommy. "We're fighting off tigers."

They would hear a scream from somewhere in the maze of the boiler room.

"Shit… its Gina," John would say.

Tommy would look up to him. "Go get her, and then get the Strode girl. I'm gonna run out to my car, and get the runes. We'll end this once and for all."

John would smile, looking to him. "Sounds like a plan."

They would hear the roar of the mob beginning to catch up to them.

"See ya soon," John would say, disappearing down a narrow corridor. Tommy would turn, and would continue to run down the catwalk, and out of the boiler room.

Chapter 10

Gina would look up at John, tears filling up within her eyes. "Please," she would plead with him. "Let it end here… let us go… please."

John's hand would still be grabbing for Chris, as he looked to her. He would slowly pull back, standing a few feet back.

"I'll kill him," he said, "so we can be together."

He would slowly pull a handgun out from in his pant's waist, and would draw back the hammer, lowering it slowly down, aiming it at Chris.

"No, don't!" Gina would cry, hugging tightly to him. "I'd rather die then be with you, mother fucker."

"Oh well… then I guess it'll be a two for one deal today, afterall."

Grabbing the top of the gun, he would pull it back, letting it go, as it snapped back into place. He would aim the gun in such a way, that the bullet would be able to piece through Chris' heart… and right into Gina's.

Gina would look up to him, rage filling up within her. She wanted to put Chris down, jump up, and rip his eyes out of his head, and beat him to death with her own bear fists. But it did not seem to be going that way at the moment.

Just as John's finger began to draw back the trigger, a loud thwack sound was heard. John would drop down to the ground John Tate would walk forward, dropping the gun down to the ground. He would move his hand down, looking to Gina.

"Come with me if you want to live."

Gina would laugh, taking his hand, as he pulled her up to her feet.

There would be a laugh, as John Parker would come to his feet, raising the gun, and aiming it at John Tate.

"See ya," he would say. But once more, he wouldn't get a bullet off in time. A blade would go straight through his ankle, as Michael Myers would pop up. John would scream, attempting to aim the gun at him.

Michael would immediately pull him down off the catwalk. His screams would be heard from the bottom, until the loud sound of a crack was heard. Just then, something would fly up from the bottom, landing in front of them. It was John's decapitated head.

"Better get out of here before we become like him," Gina said, without much of any feeling within her voice then.

"I'd agree," John would say, "come on, Tommy's gonna end this once and for all." He would begin to run past the head, and down the catwalk, Gina following close behind him. He would turn back, running to pick up the shotgun. "Might need this."

They would hear the mob getting even closer, the sounds of knives being sharpened, and guns being loaded up.

Chapter 11

Kala's eyes would slowly begin to open. Her vision would be slightly blurred; she could not see anything much best a few inches. She would try and reach her hands up to her forehead, to try and rub it, but her arms wouldn't follow. She would begin to struggle, her hands and wrists seemingly in some tight bindings.

As her eyes would slowly begin to gain normal vision once again, she would begin to cry out, attempting to pull the bindings of leather straps from her wrists. She would try and sit up; yet, her body would not move, either; a large leather strap was across her upper chest, and her torso, firmly holding her in place.

"Help," she cried out. "Help me, please!"

Her eyes would begin to slowly tear, as she continued to struggle beneath the tight bindings upon her wrists. But she would hear no movement outside the door; no sounds of help anywhere nearby.

She would scream out once again, "help! Someone, Gina, help me, please!"

Still, there would be no rescue. She would let her head fall back, and would begin to pull herself once again, trying to pull herself free. She would continue to scream out for help.

She would begin to hear the sounds of quick footsteps coming closer to her room. Closer, and closer. Suddenly, the door of the room she was in would open, a young man would step inside.

She would try to back up, looking up to him. She would try to pull away, as he would walk away. "Don't worry," he said, looking to her. "I'm Tommy… I'm here to help you. Gina sent me here… you're Kala, right?"

She looked up at him. "Gina, where is she?"

Tommy would begin to remove the straps upon her wrists, looking up to her. "She's coming, please, don't worry… everything will be all right, I promise you."

Once the final strap was undone, he would start to head out the door. "Wait," she called out to him. "My leg, its broken… I can't move."

"..Shit," he would say, turning back to her. He would run up to her, throwing her over his shoulder, running out of the room, and towards the exit. Once he arrived the exit, he would run out, and towards the Jeep parked just a little ways from there.

Chapter 12

Gina and John would still be running, and would finally escape from the maze that was the boiler room of the old hospital. They would run straight through the old hospital, finally arriving at the enterance. The twins would appear once more, standing in there way. The would both stop. John would turn his shotgun, and would go to swing at one of them.

He would grab the shotgun, and then grabbed his throat.

"Fuck," he would say, as Jacob would throw the gun away. He would do the same to John, John hitting into the wall, the weak plaster would break, leaving a small hole there, as he fell back. Gina would slowly walk backwards, holding tightly to Chris.

Jason would rip apart his shirt, as his blood and entrails would slowly leak out. Gina would let out a sobbing scream, backing into a corner again.

Jacob would merely stand in the background, laughing at the entire situation. Then, something wooden would smack over him, and he would fall forward. Jacob would turn around, a piece of broken wood would pierce through him, as John would push forward, the wood breaking through the weak wall, holding him there.

John would immediately pick up his shotgun, loading up two shells he had found while on the ground. Jacob would slowly rise up, drawing back his fist. John would cock the shotgun, firing wildly. Jacob's entire hand would splinter into ten thousand pieces at once; he would look down to it, and then look back to John. John would cock the gun once more, aiming it a little lower. He would fire, his entire pelvic region area exploding. He would let out a shrilled scream; grabbing down there with his hand and the stub left, falling back towards the ground. John would finally drop down the gun, looking to Gina.

"Come on, we don't have much time!" She would nod, standing up.

They would both run out of the hospital, and through the parking lot. They would look behind them, and Gina would see the one who was pinned to the wall fall forward, almost as if he'd died.

Gina would stop him, and look back. "John! Look, he's dead!"

He would look back, and gently smirk. "That bastard… he did it. He used the runes, and ended the curse." He would laugh, turning back to Gina. "He really did it. It's finally over."

They would hug, when suddenly, the ground would seem to shake. Off in the distance, a large fireball would slowly rise into the air, and they would look over to it.

"My God, that's where Tommy's parked!"

She would turn, eyes widening. They would run towards that street, and would look at the car. It had exploded; erupted into a ball of flame.

"No… God dammit… no!" John would scream, in a fit of rage.

Gina would look on, holding her brother tightly to her.

A form would stand behind a tree, watching them, with a small smirk. It was Dr. Loomis. "You thought it had ended, John," he spoke lowly to himself, looking to John, who had dropped to his knees, in a fit of anger and frustration. "But this is only the beginning."

They would hear the sounds in the distance, of the followers coming after them. John would stand, grabbing Gina, as they would once more attempt to disappear into the night.