Interlude: Mrs. Mini Blankenship's Boarding House, 1993-1995.
Found in Tommy Doyle's former home were a series of journals he had written just before the Halloween night 1995 killings occurred. He began them just as he had moved into the place.
October 31st, 1993
Fifteen years, I've waited… fifteen long years. Halloween night, 1978. I was there… when he first appeared. Michael Myers… he came back to Haddonfield… after having brutally murdered his sister fifteen years before. They locked him up, believed him to be catatonic… that he just temporarily lost his sanity.
But, only one knew the real truth, a man named Dr. Loomis. He told everyone that Michael was something… more. Something beyond just some boy who one night stabbed his sister, and never moved, or spoke, again.
Everyone wonders why… why did he wait to come back. I can tell you why… he knew this was the most vulnerable point in Laurie Strode's life… and he had his chance to get away. So… he took it. And that night changed my life forever.
He tried to kill his sister… and almost succeeded. I was there… I saw him… I got a glimpse into those two, black… evil eyes. I've never seen anything that has scared me that much since… not Manson, not Bundy, not anything. The horror movies all play out as some big, joke… try to scare us with our inner most fears. But we don't realize the worst fear of all is the darkness… in which can incase a human being enough to turn him from a human, to something… different.
November 7th, 1993
I've been doing some heavy investigation back into this entire town… back… even into the time when the town first was settled back in the 1700's. I was researching into some notes Dr. Loomis had released several years back, here's one I had found rather fascinating;
Haddonfield: Victims of a Stalker, or Stalker of Victims?
I have been on the Michael Myers case for years, and I do, highly believe, he is still alive. I bore witness myself; I had shot him six times, and burned him alive. But he still came back… for more. He was stabbed, hung; you name it… he probably had it happened to him. Yet, he keeps coming back.
And there is an odd repetition to the way he kills people… I've never once had a report of him murdering a resident of Haddonfield that was not a teenager. Even the mob was from just out of town; visiting for the Halloween festivities. Dr. Mixter was the exception; he is the only single case of a Haddonfield resident over the age of 18 being murdered by Michael.
I attempted to kill him on more than one occasion, yet he seemed to keep coming back… that is why I refuse to believe, even now, that he is dead…
That is the most important parts of the article… the rest of it has no other relevancy. I think Dr. Loomis knows more than he is telling. But he's seemed to disappear… after Halloween night 1989, after Jamie Lloyd and Michael Myers reportedly died in the explosion at the Haddonfield Police Station incident. If I do ever see him again… I know I must find out the real truth behind Michael's madness.
"I do, highly believe, he is still alive," is what Dr. Loomis had said in that brief clipping from that article. I, too, believe Michael Myers is still out there, being hidden away from prying eyes. He has some sort of protector… that's holding him back… that needs to keep his existence a secret from the world, to make everyone think he is dead… and then… when everyone least expects it, he'll come home.
But this time… I'll be ready for him.
I've come to the conclusion, that there is something here in Haddonfield that people are afraid to speak of… something that everyone knows about Myers… but can't say. An inner evil within the town itself… like a plague… taking it over.
Why is the truth hidden from us? Why would something so evil, so sinister… that steals away the children of Haddonfield's lives, be so well protected? I don't know, I just don't know… there's no explanation for it… for any of it.
December 25th, 1993
It's Christmas, but much like every other holiday of the year in Haddonfield, it seems all too bleak; a certain death curse hangs over Haddonfield. Everyone knows in less than a years time he might come back; it doesn't matter if there was an exploded police station, did they ever find any evidence of a man in a while coveralls?
What about there was no body found of a young female? Explain that. Every cop whom was there had been accounted for, and only two bodies were missing; Michael's and Jamie's. And explain why the cops were all shot to death?
It's because they made it look like an accident, and that someone was taking Michael and Jamie, for some sick experiment. I don't know what it is, I just know it something.. I can't even find the right words at the moment; the only way for me to explain it is death.
December 27th, 1993
I've been living in a Mrs. Blankenship's home for two months now, and I've learned something over hearing a phone conversation she was having with someone.
"…you know what this is going to do with the plans… don't you?… No… we need that… yeah… yeah… if all goes according to plan… 1995..."
I didn't wish to get caught spooning, but I continued on my way. I must assume there is a deeper conspiracy here than I thought.
But people might say that's me being paranoid or something; but it can't be so. Wish to know why? Mrs. Blankenship is deaf in both ears. How is she talking on the telephone?
I'm at a rather loss for any further explanation, than the fact that something is seriously up here at this house.
The other tenants, as far as I can see, don't notice anything wrong with this place at all. And I don't know how they couldn't… I haven't lived anywhere as odd or disturbing as this boarding house. Especially with Mrs. Blankenship's attitude… I definitely know there is something wrong with the house…
The latter entries have no real significance, but restart mid 1995.
July 14th, 1995
Across the street, just a few days ago… a new family moved into the old Myers house. For the last two years, since I've moved here, I've kept a vigilant eye over that house, making sure nothing would enter it, and no new evil could return to finish something they had started almost a decade and a half ago.
Now, the relatives of the family that adopted Laurie, the Strodes', have moved into the old house. I do not know why… but the family seemed rather cheerful, with the exception of their father, an older man with white hair… I believe his name is John. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what's going on. The word is, none of the family knows of what happened in that house, except for John, who was the brother of the man who adopted Laurie Strode.
I will keep an eye out on the family… watch them from my window. Not to be some sort of pervert, no… but to keep a vigilant eye out for them, to see when evil may rear its ugly head back into Haddonfield.
But for the time being, it's safe to presume they are safe… but Halloween is coming closer and closer by the day… who will know what happens when this Halloween passes by…
August 21st, 1995
In the Strode house, a new mystery has arisen. I don't have much time to write, but I'm preparing for it… the end of it all… but one of the Strode's children, Kara, has moved into the house… along with her son, Danny. I can feel something within the air, as we lose the humidity and it slowly turns into the freezing chills of the fall.
Halloween will soon be upon us… and I know… I can feel it this time… he's coming back…
But this time I'll be ready for him.
That was the last diary found to be written from this journal. There is two pages missing from the diary… which seem to be the final entry…
Hiding in Haddonfield
"After the initial eight years, I followed it with another seven trying to keep this boy locked up for what I came to realize was that this was no boy, he wasn't even what would be remotely considered a human being. All he did was stare out with blank eyes, staring out to a place I didn't even realize until it was much too late… he was staring out to the town of Haddonfield."
-Dr. Sam Loomis
Chapter 13
It suddenly would get rather warm in the streets of Haddonfield, Illinois. The heat from the burning car would cancel out the rather cool brisk… and things would begin to feel rather warm. The once bustling streets were now deserted, everyone had gone home to warm themselves within the peacefulness of their own beds, to sleep until the next morning would come.
"Perseverance is the key," a voice would call out within the rushing mob. "If we keep going, we will get our runaways."
The mob would rummage the streets, searching everywhere for the two escapees. They knew if they didn't find them, this would cause yet another year or waiting and planning. They knew that was far too long to have to wait; this would be it… end all, be all.
Dr. Wynn would slowly walk through the crowd, lifting his rather defined chin up a bit, tilting his head to the left and the right; very slowly, and very machine like. He would continue to walk around, and past the old Myers house, looking up to it. Mainly the second story window… he thought his ever vigilant eye had caught some motion. His eyes, almost black in nature, would scan it. But he would then turn away, and continue on his way.
Meanwhile, inside the house, John and Gina watched from the abandoned upstairs window. Gina would duck down, and John would have his back to the wall, gripping his side, and grunting lowly to himself. She would look to him, eyes filled with a sudden rush of worry.
"How's your ribs," she would ask, with a certain questioning look of concern.
"It doesn't matter… how's your brother?"
She would look up to him, with a bit of a look of uncertainty within her gaze. She would then look down to him, stroking his hair gently.
"…I don't know," she would return, looking back up to John. "I just don't know. After that night… when he attacked me… I saw it inside him… I saw something… something I'd never seen before." Her memories would suddenly rush back to her, a vivid, almost… crystal clear image entering into her mind.
"I remember looking at him… he just looked at me… almost as if he saw through me… to some other place. I don't know how to explain it… but I looked behind his back… and saw him holding a knife in his small hand. I asked him, 'What's that for,' and yet, he didn't answer me. I asked him the same thing again, and he didn't answer. Than I saw his eyes… they… they changed into-"
"…A blackness," John would say to her.
"Yeah. That's it… a never-ending… black hole, within his eyes. I saw past it though… and saw something within them… I saw something no human being was ever meant to see… I saw the primal fear of all humans… the darkness. We all have it… if anything I've learned since meeting you and Tommy… its that inside all of us, is this great goodness… but also… equally great evilness. Both of these forces are clashing at the same time… within some of us… the good wins out… and others… the evil is victorious. But the thing is… there is no perfect, good, human being. But there is a perfect evil being… and he stalks us slowly in our dreams, and when we are awake. There is evil everywhere John, and one day, you and I will have to face it… and we may not even make it out alive… but… the fight for the good of humanity is never a battle that has a needless death… for without good… humanity itself cannot survive."
"…Spoken like a true philosopher." John would try to stand up, but would fall back down on his ass. Gina would look to him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"No… don't go… you need to rest up… if we can survive the night… then it'll all be over."
"It's never over," John would say, resisting the pain, and slowly standing to his feet, walking forward in the room. He would look down to the ground, and then back to her. "We can survive the night tonight, sure… but what about next year? Or the year after that? How many more people are going to die?" He would then stop, regaining his composure. "All my life I've been running from a masked son of a bitch. I've never even seen his real face. He may be a monster… he may be a demon. I don't know. But this has got to end here, and tonight. One last stand, Gina. One last stand."
"…Spoken like a true hero." She would look up to him, and would then look down. "I'm really sorry to hear about your girlfriend, John… I-"
He would look down to her as she spoke, but would cut her off before she could continue. "Gina… right now we need to stay focused… grieving can wait until later… right now… we need to stay alive, and figure out a plan in order to survive the night."
Gina would look up to him, and then lower her brother down to the ground, looking to him. "Chris… please… come back to me… I know you can do it… you just got to fight this…"
"It's no use, Gina," John would say, looking to her. "You'd need to break the curse of Thorn on him… that's what's controlling him. I'm surprised he hasn't gone Exorcist on either of us."
"That's probably because this is a game, John. We're all just pawns being moved along a board… every move carefully laid out. Each movement carefully planned out… its his rules, John…"
"That couldn't be further from the truth," a voice would echo in the room, and the two would turn toward it, the sound of a click echoing through the room.
Gina would look forward, with an astonished look in her eyes. "Daddy…?"
Chapter 14
Dr. Wynn would slowly walk towards Dr. Loomis, standing right by him; he would look straight up the street, and then behind him. A look of concern would fill within his face; as though he were in some great distress. His gray haired eye brows would raise, as he would turn to the doctor, and begin to speak.
"If we don't find them, we'll have to wait another year, Sam."
"Do not worry about them, Terrance," he would return, looking back to his old friend. "They are at the Myers house."
"How do you know?"
"Call it a hunch," he would say, a sly grin crossing over his face. Wasn't any normal hunch. You could see it in Dr. Wynn's eyes, he knew exactly what Sam Loomis was talking about.
"Thorn, what a marvelous thing," Wynn would say, slowly starting to make his way forward, toward the old Myers house. "One who is controlled by it loses their will… and is unable to control their actions. So easily manipulated… so complex the procedure… yet so simple in nature. And you Sam, of all people… being able to use one of their own to find them."
"That girl is a very weak woman, I must say," Sam would say, looking to Wynn. "Realize… half the fun of all of this is realizing the hunt is the greatest part of the entire game; but this game has no rules… for the rules were set by me, and thus, I can bend them, break them… do whatever the hell I want to."
"But using her little brother to tell you where they are… that doesn't somehow feel wrong?"
"Terrance," Loomis would say, turning around to him. "You've been at this game almost as long as I have. Are you having second thoughts, my old friend?"
"No… of course not Sam," he would say, a almost baffled look on his face. "But… you said the hunt is one of the best parts of this game. Is it not much of a game if there really is no hunt?"
"You may be right there, Terrance," he would say, continuing to walk down the street, "But I've lived long enough… and its time for a new breed to come into this game. I'd say we're a dying breed, Terrance, but that would be a lie. Because as you know, we can't die. We can be stabbed, shot, hung, electrocuted… nothing will ever kill us."
"…Except for the beginning of the new cycle, and-"
"That is never to be uttered, Wynn," he would say, in a very angered voice. "I cannot believe you'd actually be willing to throw your life away so easily."
"I am sorry, Sam."
"Apology noted. Now, get your ass over to the house, and kill John Tate. Leave Gina to herself… for Chris will finish the job himself that he started one year ago."
"Will do," he would say, and would hurry off. Dr. Loomis would pull a gun from his pocket, and would then load in six bullets into the chamber, closing it. "But sometimes," he would say with a whispered voice, "best to make sure the job is done." He would raise his head up a little bit, taking short steps, and would follow just behind Dr. Wynn.
Chapter 15
"It's not possible," Gina would say, looking forward at the man in the doorway. "My father died last year… Michael killed him!"
"No, sweetheart… those crazy occultists had me locked up in that hospital for all that time… keeping my drugged and restrained. But something happened tonight, and I was able to escape… Gina, what's wrong with Chris?"
She would look to him, and back down at Chris, and then back to John. John would just stare at the man, and Gina would look back to him, and would slowly take a few steps back. "My father is dead… he can't be alive… it's impossible."
"I am right here, honey. You can see me, hear me… hell, you're talking to me. Isn't that proof enough that it is possible I'm alive?"
"They are in the streets," John would say, looking to him.
"What," Gina would say, looking back to him, questioningly.
"They are filled in the streets, sir. How did none of them see you wandering around? And if you were in the hospital, why are you in street clothes?"
"Gina… you're coming with me… right now."
"Why," John would ask, looking to him. "Why don't you answer my question, sir?"
"Gina… come… right now."
"Why not, dad," Gina would say, looking to him. "Answer his question, daddy."
"Smart boy," he would say, showing a gun. "Now Gina, come with me now, or else, he gets a bullet between his eyes."
"No," John would say, stepping forward. "You don't have to do it Gina… we'll get out of this."
"Gina… now… or he dies."
Gina would look to John, and back at her father. "You promise you won't hurt him, daddy?"
"Gina-"
"I won't," he would say, smirking gently. "Now… come here…"
"You might wanna look behind you, first daddy."
"Why's that," he would return.
"Because Michael is about to kill you."
"Sure he is," he would say, laughing, glancing back. But that laugh would immediately end. Gina wasn't lying. The knife was lifted above his head. His eyes would widen; as he would turn around, aiming the gun. Getting off a single shot, the knife would come down, severing his right hand at the first. He would grab it, and begin to scream, he would then look to Michael, he would look him straight back. Once again, pulling back the knife, he would stab him in the head. He would let out a shrilling scream, as the knife would come out, and he would drop dead on the ground.
Michael would study his work only for a moment; his gaze would soon return to John, but then to Gina. John would look at him angrily. "Not this time," he would say, running at him. He would spear him out the door, against a wall. The sheetrock would easily crumble. John would then be pushed forward; Michael would come back on the back swing, cutting John across his chest.
He would grunt, angrily, feeling his back against the railing. Michael would draw back the knife, bring it down. John would duck out of the way, and Michael would lean over the edge of the bannister. He would then turn around, but not quick enough; John had already began his sprint, and would tackle Michael. They would break through the weakened banister, and fall downward. The floor, having been previously weakened and only covered by a few wooden boards, would give way and splinter from the combined weight of Michael and John.
Gina would put Chris down upon the ground, where he would stay in a seated position. Gina would slowly walk over to her father, looking him over. She would then look to the severed hand; she would pry the gun from his grip. Looking at his right wrist, he too had a tattoo of that damned Thorn symbol. She would stand up slowly, walking over and looking over the damaged section of railing.
Wood dust would have a light coating upon the second floor, where she had a bit of visibly. However, the further she looked down, the harder it was to make out if anything was still around there. She would look back into the room, seeing her brother from where she was standing. She would then take a few steps forward, just a few inches from the edge.
She would her the creaking of the wood, and would not even realize it, but before she could, the wood under her left foot would give out, and her foot would go right through. She would scream out in pain, and would then try to free herself; unthankfully, some of the wood was stronger in other parts than some of the rest of it.
Still struggling, she would hear some commotion from the reformed hole in the middle of the floor. She would peer over, and would call out. "John? John, is that you?"
She wouldn't hear a response; but she would see a form beginning to pull itself from the hole. The sawdust was too heavy; but she would be elated, thinking it was John.
"John, please… answer me!"
The sound of heavy footsteps coming up the floor could be heard, and she would look over. The form finally took a Shape; it was Michael. She would look at him horrified; she would aim the gun forward, pulling the trigger once. It would go off; missing him. The kick back would make her lose grip of the gun, and it would drop down through the hole.
She would begin to cry, looking back up at him, as he got ever so much closer to her. She would look down, crying out. "John! Please! Help me! Michael's coming! John!"
The sawdust would finally clear, and she could, for the most part, be able to clearly see down into the gaping hole in the floor. John was covered in a light layer of the dust; she would make out a blood mark upon his forehead. He was covered in a few pieces of ply wood. He was unresponsive, also, to her cry's for help.
She would look back to Michael, who was nearing the top of the staircase. Her foot lodged neatly into the floor, she would just fall back, crying softly to herself, awaiting her own demise.
Michael would now reach the top of the stairs. He would turn, and would slowly walk towards her. He would look down to her, and she would still have her eyes closed. He would raise up the knife; and just a moment before he would bring it down, he would stop himself.
Gina, realizing something was wrong, would look up to him. He was standing at total attention, hands at his sides.
"Hush, girl. Only I get choose who lives… and who dies," said a voice, as he would take slow steps up the stairwell. "Me, and me alone."
Chapter 16
Dr. Loomis would come up the stairs slowly, walking next to Michael. He would look down upon Gina, and would then look ahead into the room.
"It's sad, really, woman," Dr. Loomis would say, looking to her, with her trapped leg. "The new generation can begin, thanks to that insignificant man's vain attempt to save you."
"…But that can't be. Stephen-"
"Is dead. And that Strode woman, and her child. I disposed of them, myself."
"You son of a bitch," Gina would say, struggling to free her leg from its encasement. "Why are you doing this? What kind of human being are you?"
"You just don't understand. Before I took this assignment… I was a man whom was going to die. I had no use in living anymore… my body decayed quickly, and I was near death. But now, I've ascended, and fulfilled a higher purpose… and I will finish what I started."
"You're going to burn in hell."
"There is no heaven, or hell… all just some mythos that humanity created to diverge what is truly good and what is evil. But either way, we all are evil… we all have a binding darkness within us… one that strives to free itself from the chains that the good has put over it."
"And you've just merely broken those chains."
"You finally are getting the bigger picture. This is beyond you, beyond me. Beyond Michael, or your little brother. This is a higher power we work for, Samhain."
"The devil. You're all just a bunch of Satan worshipers."
"Name calling is for children, not for a grown adult." Dr. Loomis would slowly kneel beside her, looking to her. "This is important for me… you'd best stay there… God damn, you better stay there or else."
He would arise, looking up to the doorway, walking inside the room. He would look to Chris, and then to Gina's father. He would tilt his head, and then walk over to Chris.
"Leave him alone you son of a bitch," cried out Gina, looking to Loomis. He would merely whisper to him.
"Kill for him," Loomis would say in a low, whispering voice. "Kill for him." He would pull a knife from his pocket, placing it next to Chris. He would arise to his feet, slowly exiting the room, and looking back. Chris' eyes would peer down to the knife, and would then return up. He would pick up the knife, and would slowly arise to his feet, turning around, his hand gripped tightly around the handle.
He would walk forward, eyes starring into Gina's. She would shiver from the mere look in his eyes… not starring at her, starring through her… into her soul… piercing inside of it. She could feel him… or what was left of him… afraid… not being able to escape from the darkness.
"Chris, please… listen to me… fight this… you have to. Come back to me, it'll be all right, you just got to fight it!"
Chris would stop for a moment. Loomis would once more repeat "kill for him," and Chris would continue his path towards his sister.
"Chris…" Gina would cry out, tears slowly running down her face. "You have to fight it… please Chris! Fight it! You have to!"
Chris would stop, his gaze looking back to Loomis. "Kill for him," he would say, Loomis eyes seeming to fill with a ever growing darkness. "Kill for me."
Chris would look back to Gina, and back up to Loomis. He would look down to Gina, and begin to walk forward once more, until he finally stood above her. He would slowly raise the knife above his head; and would stop there.
"Kill for him," Dr. Loomis repeated. "Kill for me, now!"
He would lower the blade slowly, to just beside his side. He would just stare out into nothingness; quiet as could be.
"Chris… kill for him."
There would be a thud like sound, and Michael would fall over the railing, and back down into the basement. Loomis would turn about, when a lead pipe would catch him in the side of the face.
A man would begin to pull Gina up, her leg finally freeing. Gina would turn to see her savior; it was John Tate.
"God… I thought you were dead," she said, seeing a light amount of saw dust covering him, with a cut upon the corner of his forehead.
"Yeah, we will be dead if we don't get the hell out of here, now." Gina would nod, pulling the knife out of Chris hand, and picking him up, and hugging him to her. They would both rush down the stairs, and past the gaping hole within the floor. Looking down, they could see the imprint Michael left upon the ground, but no Michael could be seen whatsoever.
They would merely look to one another, and would, as fast as they could, run from the a cursed house, and back out into the dark night. In the distance, they would hear the sounds of a party… and would run as fast as they could to it.
Dr. Loomis would sit up, touching his forehead, and would look down to the blood upon it. The wound upon his head would close up, before he stood up, watching the trio run off. "This is not over, by any means."
Chapter 17
On the road, John would stop to get a breather, looking all around, and then back to Gina. "We gotta keep running… as long as we're running, we'll be all right."
"Why didn't Chris kill me when he had the chance, John? Is he getting better?"
"I wish it was," he said, looking back to her. "He can't kill you, until Michael's work is completely done. If he can't get me, he's going to go after Stephen… Jamie's child. We gotta get back to him… make sure he's all right."
Gina would up to him, putting her hand upon his shoulder. "John… he's dead. Loomis got them… he got them all. I'm sorry."
"Then that means… this is the night… and I'm the last one. Oh God… I'm the last one," he would say, looking back behind him, and then back to her. "We have to keep going. We can run… somewhere… far away… just escape all this."
"John, get a hold of yourself! You know he'll chase you no matter where you go! He can't be bargained with, he can't be reasoned with. He doesn't feel pity, or remorse… and absolutely will not stop… until you are dead. And you know that was well as I do."
"…I do," John would say, pressing forward, walking out into the street, and looking as the party was still raging at the Parker house.
"But there… do you think we'd be safe there, John? I mean… we could put more people in danger with our presence."
"It's our only shot," John would return back to Gina. "If we're mixed in, Michael can't find us. We just have to wait it out a few more hours, and we'll be home free. And then, this all will be over…"
"…Over for now… but come next year… you know its never going to end if we keep running."
"…Do you have a better suggestion? Tommy's dead… my only flesh and blood relative is gone… so is the love of my life… I have nothing Gina… there's no use in me living further."
Gina would look to him, squeezing his shoulder gently. "You got me and Chris," she would say back to him. "We just saw our father get killed before our very eyes tonight… for the second time, John. But we gotta keep fighting… for when we give up… when you, give up… what about me and Chris? How self can you be, John. How selfish can you be."
John would look to her, and simply lower his head. "I'm sorry. Let's just head over to that party and make sure no one is tailing us."
"Agreed," she would say, looking behind her, not seeing anyone, before they would dart forward toward the Parker's house.
After they headed off, a familiar form would come out from behind a tree. It was Michael, gripping the handle of his kitchen knife.
Chapter 18
Dr. Wynn would walk back to the old Myers house, seeing Dr. Loomis limping out from it. "Sam," he would ask, looking to him. "You look like shit."
"Yeah well, I feel like it, too. That damned boy is still alive… I can't believe I've underestimated him. I won't make that same mistake twice."
"Well, we know where they are now," Wynn would say, looking to Dr. Loomis. "They went back to that party at the Parker place on Elm Street. We can pick them up there, and this this will all be over for us. Oh, and have you picked out who's going to be your replacement, Sam?"
"Of course I have, Wynn. I'm not that unprepared. As a matter of fact, I've had that role chosen since Halloween night 1978."
"Oh, you have, have you Sam?" Wynn would eye him a little at the moment, wishing he was a bit younger so he could control the next batch. But he knew he had gotten far too old; they all had. This was the first major "slip up" the cult has ever had, since it formed. He knew this had gone on for far too long, and things needed to be mended, once and for all.
"Of course, Terrance. And I do believe we both know him. Well, anyway, Sam, we can get them within the hour."
"I don't want them within the hour, Terrance. I want them dead, right now. I don't care if we have to perform the ritual right there at the party. The hours are growing shorter for us, Terrance… ever more shorter. The longer we live within these bodies, the longer we shall be eternally tortured, and you know that. I don't care if every child and teenager at that party has to die, we absolutely must finish this tonight, even if I personally have to take care of Laurie's son myself."
"Wow Sam… I didn't realize you had such fire inside you."
"You don't realize a lot of what's going inside of me, Terrance Wynn. There's things you don't know… things you will never know. But come the end of this night, all damages will be repaired, and the natural order shall be reestablished. All things that were undone shall be finally done. Terrance, the night grows old, and we must get to that party, right now."
Terrance would for the first time get a glimpse into Sam's eyes. He could see beyond those blue orbs starring back at him, and could see something inside of him he didn't even knew existed. It wasn't Michael who was evil, it was Loomis. Wynn would slowly step back, looking at Sam, he would look back to him.
"You made a deal, Terrance Wynn," Loomis would say. But it wasn't his voice. This one was deep, low, and hoarse; a demonic voice; an evil voice. "And you can't go back on your deals." His voice would turn back to normal during the last sentence; and he would slowly walk away from Wynn, headed down the street toward the party.
"God… what have I done," Wynn would say, looking to Loomis.
"God has nothing to do with me, Wynn," Loomis would say, a howling laugh coming from deep within his throat.