ONE YEAR LATER

Haddonfield, Illinois

October 31, 2009

"Oh yeah, Michael, that's it...give it to me. I want you so much…"

Carolyn Shaw's soft-spoken words encouraged Michael Myers to slide his throbbing hard cock into her silky folds. Her supple body laid underneath his while he fucked her hard and fast. She moaned in pleasure, urging him to continue. After an entire year of sleeping together, she should have known that he wasn't going to stop until he filled her with his seed.

The pretty blonde girl raised her hips to counter his mighty thrusts. "Oh, god, Michael, you feel so good," she throatily groaned.

So did she. To prove it, he pounded her even harder as he sought his release. The rusty springs of his old full-sized bed moaned in protest, which was what eventually woke him from his deep slumber.

Per usual, the Shape woke up on his stomach with his cock sticking out of his mechanic's uniform. Unsurprisingly, his hand along with Carolyn's garnet and gold renaissance gown were covered with fresh warm cum. He wiped his hand off on the dress' soiled skirt. Its velvet and satin material had become stiff and stained from being ejaculated on almost every night for the past year. He never remembered grabbing the gown, yet he always found his cock and hand buried in it upon wakening from his erotic dreams.

Ever since Carolyn's death, she had invaded the Shape's subconscious mind while he slept. He always found himself chasing her through Haddonfield Cemetery. He would eventually catch her with the intent to kill her. However, every time she somehow managed to seduce him into having sex with her instead.

During the girl's first visit, the Shape had tried to fight her advances, but her sexual prowess had proved too powerful, even for him. The moment her hands had touched his cock, he had been lost to her. He had spent the remainder of the night fucking her tight virgin pussy until she she had come, screaming his name in wanton abandonment.

The killer thought he had spilled his seed deep inside of the girl's body until he had opened his eyes. That was when he discovered that he had been humping her Halloween costume and his hand the entire time. Although fucking her had felt real, it had only been a dream - one that he would continually experience over the next year.

The Shape both loved and hated the dreams. He loved how they made him feel, but he hated that they weren't real.

You can make it real.

He looked all around his bedroom for the blonde teenager before realizing her voice was coming from within his own head.

I will guide you to another. Through her, I will live, again. I promise.

The dead girl had never visited the Shape while he was conscious, and the experience left an unnatural chill in his body. He could practically feel her spirit inside of him. It made his cock stiffen with an unexplainable desire. He instantly started sliding his hand up and down his shaft. He momentarily closed his eyes to relish the intense pleasure the stimulation created. Just then, the teenager appeared in front of him. She spread her legs wide open, offering him her glistening pussy. He took her gift without hesitation, which made her smile.

Afterward, the Shape rose from his bed and reverently draped the girl's wet dress over a desk chair to dry.

Michael, wait by my grave. She will be there soon.

Without hesitation, he left to find the living soul that was destined to take the place of Carolyn's dead one.

Haddonfield Cemetery.

Eighteen-year-old Jillian Rykes stared at the gate with a bit of trepidation, and for good reason. Exactly one year prior, college roommates Trisha Peterson and Carolyn Shaw had been killed in it. Trisha's throat had been slit, but there had been no evidence found on Carolyn's body to suggest murder. She had simply been crushed by a large tree branch.

The consensus among investigators was that Carolyn had climbed up into the tree in order to escape Trisha's murderer when the branch bearing her weight snapped, sending her down to her untimely death. Of course, there had been no eye witnesses at the scene; however that theory seemed very plausible and one that her family had come to accept.

Jillian passed through the gate, the flowers in her hand shaking slightly. There had been no leads on Trisha's murderer, but one name continued to pop up more than most, and that was Michael Myers, the infamous Halloween serial killer also referred to by some as the Boogeyman. The only reason his name was mentioned in conjunction with Trisha's murder was because her body had been found in very close proximity to his older sister's grave - the same sister he had killed when he was just six years old. Was that a coincidence? Jillian hoped so, considering she was traipsing through the cemetery by herself.

She didn't plan to linger long. She simply wanted to pay her respect to her cousin, who she had always been very close with. In fact, most people had often mistaken them for sisters, if not twins. What no one knew, though, was that Jillian and Carolyn's relationship had developed into something that went far beyond social propriety.

Within the last few years, the two teenagers had kissed on more than one occasion, and sometimes those kisses had led to more intimate moments between them - moments that were not meant to be shared between two blood relatives. However, they never did anything to compromise their virginity. They both had wanted to save themselves for a man.

Jillian knew that Carolyn had come very close to sleeping with one of her classmates in college, and even Jillian, herself, had once gone on a few dates that had led to more than just kissing on the mouth. She had like it well enough, but as soon as each guy had tried to stuff his cock inside of her, she had called it quits every time. If someone was going to claim her virginity, he would have to be one very special man. She wasn't going to give it up just for anybody.

Jillian veered off the path and trod to a rather secluded corner of the cemetery. It seemed fitting that her cousin was buried somewhere private, away from everyone else. Jillian bent down and placed the small bouquet of flowers on the granite tombstone right by the words: Beloved Daughter. Gone Too Soon.

As she knelt there staring at the grave, a light breeze teased her long blonde hair, reminding her of Carolyn's tender touch. Jillian's heart constricted in her chest. This was exactly why she hadn't come to visit her cousin's since her casket had been lowered into the earth. She had not been prepared to say good-bye to Carolyn then, and she still wasn't ready now.

She absently traced a finger over the letters that spelled out Gone to Soon and muttered, "I miss you so much, Carrie."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a hand clamped down hard over Jillian's nose and mouth, attempting to suffocate her. She clawed at her attacker's hand and forearm while she desperately struggled for breath. His grip, however, was too powerful to overcome. Within minutes, the world around her faded to black as she lost consciousness.

The Shape laid the unconscious blonde teenager on his bed. His obsidian eyes raked over her limp body, especially her face. Her resemblance to Carolyn was uncanny, and his cock twitched in response.

The killer sat down on the bed next to the girl's long slender legs. He boldly extended his right hand towards her crotch. He wiggled his index finger firmly against the seam of her blue jeans, making sure to hit her clit. Even in her unconscious state, a quiet moan escaped her lips. Encouraged, he popped open her jeans. He slipped his hand down into her panties and purposefully circled her slick taut nub with the tip of his forefinger.

"Oh!" she gasped, her eyes still closed. "Oh, fuck, that feels good."

The proof of her sexual gratification coated the Shape's finger, making it easy for him to slide his digit up and down the length of her slit.

"More," she breathed. "Please."

The killer prodded her wet pussy with his finger, deliberately teasing her. He enjoyed listening to her beg. And she didn't disappoint.

"Oh, god...please," she whined. "You know I want it."

He certainly did. Her juices were starting to dribble down into her panties, soaking them already.

"Please…"

The Shape teased a bit longer before sheathing his finger completely inside of the girl's hot tight core. That was when he realized she was too tight not to be a virgin. His epiphany only fueled his desire to fuck her, and not just with his finger. He wanted so badly to stick his cock into her pussy and make a true woman out of her. However, now was not the time to do so. Instead, he focused on making her come.

"Oh, yes!" Jillian cried, her body shaking with release. "I'm so close…"

"I know, baby," Carolyn gently cooed as her finger continued to fuck the younger girl's soaked pussy. "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

Jillian arched her back against her cousin's mattress, riding out another orgasm. "Please, don't stop...don't ever stop…" she moaned.

"Oh, Jill, I'm afraid that's not up to me…"

Jillian's cadet-blue eyes instantly snapped open. A man wearing a white Halloween mask was sitting next to her, touching her just like Carolyn had been in her dream. "Michael Myers?!" she shrieked. "What the hell?!"

His finger, which was currently knuckle-deep inside of her pussy, continued to work her despite her abrupt outburst.

Jillian's breath hitched in her chest, and her toes once again curled within her shoes. The killer's black eyes glinted in smug triumph as he effortlessly slid a second finger into her very slick hole. She tried biting back a guttural moan, yet she failed miserably.

The teenager couldn't believe that the being responsible for her dear cousin's death was also responsible for bringing her to the cusp of yet another orgasm. However, the pleasure he was creating within her was nearly unbearable. "Michael…" she groaned.

His head tilted at the sound of his name.

"Take my panties off," she pleaded, her voice husky with lust. "I want you to see what you're doing to me."

The Boogeyman looked down at the drenched piece of fabric. Using his free hand, he gave the thin elastic waistband one sharp yank, tearing her panties straight down the middle. He then shifted his palm so that he could have a better view of his fingers fucking her virgin pussy.

"I have never gotten this wet before," she openly admitted, "not even with -" Jillian abruptly stopped speaking, her face flushing with embarrassment and guilt. She still loved Carolyn, and yet here she was yearning for Michael Myers. If it hadn't been for him, her cousin would still be alive. "This is all your fault," she muttered angrily. "I shouldn't even be here."

The killer curled his fingers and forced them further up into Jillian's body. She jerked hard when they struck a very sensitive area. He continued to pound that spot, making her writhe on his bed in excruciating bliss. When she finally came, she squirted all over hand. "Damn you, Michael," she hissed. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

He promptly pulled his fingers out of Jillian's body. He then yanked off her shoes and jeans, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. Her black wool coat, teal sweater, and pale pink bra quickly met the same fate. She felt vulnerable laying stark naked on his bed as his eyes took in the sight of her, but it also felt right. Her pussy, still dripping with moisture, attested to that fact.

Michael gradually ran his fingers through Jillian's feminine juices, collecting most of it on his fingertips. He then raised his hand to her breasts and perversely smeared the creamy substance over her taut nipples until they shined.

His actions made Jillian's pussy burn with hot desire. "Michael," she firmly voiced. "I want you."

The Shape knew the girl spoke the truth. He could see it in the way her body responded to his touch. His own was aching for release as well - one that could only be found deep inside of her. He yearned to fill her to the brink with his seed and then some. However, it wouldn't happen here. And she would not be naked.

The killer rose to his feet. He walked over to his desk chair, reverently lifted Carolyn's garnet and gold renaissance gown from its back, and presented it to her replacement as an offering.

"That's Carrie's Halloween costume from last year," the girl said while staring at the soiled garment.

The Shape could practically see her trying to fit all the pieces of the puzzle together.

"She took it off to climb the tree, and then you stole it?" she asked.

He gave her a single curt nod.

She examined the stained skirt with a little more interest than before. "Well, you were obviously attracted to her on some level."

Again, the killer nodded, confirming her logical assessment.

"Hence why I am here," the girl accurately stated. "You can't very well fuck a ghost, so I'm the next best option." She took the gown from his hands and slipped it on over her head. Then, she stood to smooth out the floor-length skirt.

"There, how's this? Do I look more like Carrie now?"

She did. Eerily so.

I still want you, Michael. Bring her back to the cemetery, and fuck her like you would fuck me.

The Shape instantly grabbed the girl's hand and guided her from his bedroom.

Jillian didn't dare say a word to Michael as they passed through several small crowds of Trick or Treaters. He received a lot of anxious looks, but because she was walking along side of him and not screaming at the top of her lungs for help, no one bothered him.

Jillian had a pretty good idea of where they were heading, through she couldn't help but wonder why Michael hadn't just tried raping her earlier to save the trouble of having to return. Then again, he was a serial killer, not a rapist. Even her cousin, who he had grown attached to, had died a virgin in the end. Now, it was up to her to reunite them so that could finally satisfy their unfulfilled desire for each other.

Michael brought Jillian to a large Oak that was missing a limb near its crown. She gazed up at the tree's wound, thinking that it wasn't much different than her own. A part of her had been missing ever since Carolyn's death. She selfishly hoped that sleeping with the killer would help ease the painful ache in her heart, which her cousin's passing had left behind.

Jillian and the Boogeyman stood underneath the tree just staring at one another until she closed the small gap between them. She courageously ran her hands over his clothed chest and shoulders. She dipped her fingers into the collar of his coveralls, softly sighing when her fingertips grazed his warm flesh.

Jillian grabbed ahold of Michael's brass zipper pull and slid it all the way down to the stop. He shrugged out of the top half of his mechanic's uniform while she reached down to touch his long thick cock for the first time. She rubbed her hand up and down its entire length, liking how it twitched for her. She couldn't wait for it to be stuffed inside her tight pussy. However, for the moment, the killer seemed very content with letting her hand work him.

Jillian leaned into him and pressed the head of his cock against her weeping slit. Carolyn's gown prevented it from entering her, but she wanted him to feel just how wet touching him had made her. When his cock twitched again, she tilted her head up to gaze into his black fathomless eyes "Michael, you know I'm ready for you," she said. "Please come inside of me."

He glanced down at Jillian's hand. Then, he shoved her to the ground where he quickly joined her. As he furled her skirt up to her waist, she eagerly parted her legs for him, completely exposing her virgin pussy. The Boogeyman stared at it for a full minute before moving to lay over her with his hands resting on either side of head. "Michael, don't be gentle,' she firmly insisted. "Just fuck me. Make me scream."

With one powerful thrust, he did just that. Jillian never felt such pain in her life as his massive cock ripped and stretched her inner walls to accommodate its girth. At the same time, though, she loved feeling Michael so deep inside of her. And eventually the pain subsided, allowing her to find immense pleasure in their tryst.

Harder, Michael. I want to feel every inch of you.

The Shape obeyed Carolyn's wishes. After only a few forceful strokes, her body began to shake. He let himself go, too, giving her the first batch of his cum.

I want more. So much more.

He continued to fuck Carolyn hard and fast. She screamed his name, though for a second, it didn't quite sound like her voice.

Trust me, it is I, Michael, she insisted Just keep going. By the time we finish, I want my pussy bursting with your cum. I've been wanting it for so long…

The Shape had no trouble fulfilling her request. His desire for Carolyn was unmatched with anything he had ever experienced before. Finally being inside of her and being able to truly fuck her felt simply amazing. He never wanted it to end, and he would make certain it never would.

Jillian gripped Michael's shoulders as he kept pounding into her. He was staring down at her face, but she knew hers was not the one he was seeing. Armed with that knowledge, she confidently lifted her head off the ground and pressed a firm kiss to his masked lips. A brief look of surprise touched his dark eyes. She held her breath, wondering if she had pushed him to far. But then he did something amazing. He raised his hands to his white latex mask and rolled it up just past his mouth.

"Michael…" Jillian murmured.

He leaned into her, gently nudging her back onto the leaf-covered lawn. There they kissed for the first time, and sparks flew. All conscious thought left Jillian's mind as she and Michael kissed and fucked far into the night. No one disturbed them, not even when she cried out his name several times in pure ecstasy.

At some point, Michael flipped Jillian over onto her belly. He squeezed one hand underneath her to play with her swollen clit while his cock probed her last virgin hole. She released a loud painful shriek as its wet thick head penetrated her tight ass. The remnants of her juices and his cum helped him slide more easily into her; however, it still burned pretty badly.

"Michael, please go slow," Jillian pleaded.

To his credit, he gradually rocked against her. Each time he moved, though, his cock slipped deeper into her bowels. Jillian bit back another sharp yelp. Michael must have realized her discomfort, because he slipped two fingers into her extremely messy pussy and began fucking her with them. She instinctively humped his hand in desperate search for yet another orgasm. Just as Jillian reached her peak, the killer slammed his body down onto hers. She screamed, coming so painfully hard that she literally passed out.

Okay, Michael, you can stop, now. It's time for me to go. You may keep her, though, as my gift to you. I love you, Michael Myers. Always remember that.

The Shape sat up and promptly lowered his mask to its proper place. He then eased himself out of the living teenager's limp body. He looked down at her two gaping seeping holes with a morbid sense of pride. He had done that to her, and now she was his, just like Carolyn had been.