The Shape carefully makes his way towards his destination, with only one task in mind; killing as many as possible. Within a matter of hours and only a few delays, it finally reaches the cursed street being careful to park away from any wandering eyes. Shifting once again into stalking mode, it slips into the shadows eyes observing the passing people. For the next few hours it observes the patterns and life of the people on Elm Street, taking in every single detail and memorizing the people. The teenagers are oblivious to the new and old threats, continuing to horse around and get into mischief; however there is one teen who grew up in Haddonfield and only just moved to Elm Street, thinking it was safer. However, her fear of Halloween still followed her to Elm Street and she doesn't join in on the festivities, remember the past years of terror rather than fun.
"Hey Cathy! Why aren't you going trick or treating? At midnight Josh is hosting a Halloween party at his house! It's going to be all anyone's going to talk about!" Chatters an especially excited girl named Rita to her best friend who has had a bit too much of Halloween. "I'm sorry Rita, but after what happened in my hometown...I just can't!" Cathy responds fearfully, the memories of the past still haunting her. "Oh come on Cathy, don't be a wimp! It's not like the Boogeyman is going to snatch you up and eat ya!" Chuckles a dark haired boy named Roy who unfortunately isn't the brightest of bulbs. In response Cathy just sighs and pushes Roy away before saying something. "You wouldn't understand, even if I told you guys what happened you wouldn't believe me." Rita rolls her eyes and responds, "Try us Cathy!" Cathy slows down and sighs before explaining, "In my old hometown, Haddonfield, there was a serial killer named Michael Myers who killed over 100 citizens over the course of several years on Halloween. No matter what the officials tried, he wouldn't die…" Roy laughs disrespectfully and sneers, "good try Cathy, but that wasn't a very original Halloween story." Cathy looks to Rita for any sign of belief, but Rita too is snickering. "Really Cathy? I thought you would have been a better storyteller." Dejectedly, Cathy starts to tear up and with betrayal in her beautiful brown eyes runs away from her supposed friends. "Cathy! Come back! We were just joking...come on!" Rita shouts, confused about why Cathy was so upset by their comments.
Meanwhile, The Shape is watching their exchange of words and is immediately fixed on Cathy, who of course knows all about him. Being careful to stay out of sight, he follows her as she makes her way back home, tear tracks still running down her face.
Carefully following its' new target, Michael slips into the shadows as it follows the distraught girl back to her quaint little two story house.
"Cathy? What's wrong sweetheart?" asks a middle aged woman who's currently gardening and is most likely Cathy's mother as Cathy approaches.
Cathy shrugs dejectedly and replies with her eyes still wet as she walks past her mother."Nothing mom...I just wish I wasn't so afraid of what happened in Haddonfield."
"Cathy! We're far away from that horrible man, you don't need to be afraid anymore." Cathy's mother says in an attempt to sooth her daughter.
Cathy stops in her tracks, a sudden anger lighting up her face as she spins around and says, "How the hell are you so damn calm about what happened? Dozens of people lost their lives to that maniac and still you haven't learned!"
Speechless, her mother is left stunned as Cathy rampages into the house. Slamming the door behind her, Cathy races up the staircase to her new room still packed with several boxes of assorted sizes. With a rush, she jumps onto her bed and plops down with a huff.
Watching intently the entire time, The Shape tilts its' head to the side, quite interested in the entire conversation. If it is to get away with its' plans, these people and their knowledge of him must die. Taking care to steer clear of the windows and avoid anything that might give it away, Michael makes his way around the house to begin his slaughter.
Slipping his trusty kitchen knife from his pocket, he expertly cuts the phone lines as well as the security system; leaving the unsuspecting family defenseless. Next, it finds the perfect entrance...the cellar. Slinking into the comforting darkness, it closes the double doors silently, leaving no trace of his presence on the property. Meanwhile, the unsuspecting family are eating their dinner right above Michael.
Cathy is still sullen, picking at her food rather than eating it. This attracts the attention of her father who asks with concern, "honey, are you alright?"
Cathy jerks to attention, apparently lost in her own world before responding. "Yea, i'm fine dad…"
Cathy's father isn't convinced with this and places a hand on her back soothingly, "If you're worried about Halloween this year, I have the perfect solution!"
This manages to catch Cathy's attention and she sits up slightly straighter, "what is it?"
"How about instead of going trick or treating, you join your mother and me handing out the candy!" Her father smiles and pats her on the back.
Her mother then adds on, "That way you won't be in danger, and you still get to meet a bunch of people!"
Cathy shrugs and jabs her fork into a pesky meatball on her plate before responding, "Yeah. Josh is having a party tonight and I really wanted to go to that."
Both parents grimace at the same time, exchanging glances of concern. "I don't think that's the greatest idea...remember what happened with Jake and Todd's party?"
Cathy groans with annoyance and replies, "That was a complete accident! Jake was being a moron while Todd was trying to stop him, that doesn't mean anything for me!"
Cathy's father tries to reason with Cathy, "We just don't want you involved with those kind of people honey…
This enrages Cathy who stands up abruptly, glaring daggers at both of her parents. "Fine! If you want me to be a social outcast for the rest of my life, you've fucking succeeded!" This leaves her parents stunned as she once again rushes to her bedroom.