Making its' first move, Michael silently opens the cellar door and enters into the laundry room, keeping an ear out for any sign that its' entrance was noticed. Hearing nothing suspicious it continues into the hallway and decides to go for the parents first; this decided, it purposely knocks over an antique vase before vanishing into an empty closet.
Both parents are still at the dinner table murmuring about what just happened and what they should do about it. "She's just going through a tough time sweetheart, it's a phase everybody goes through." Whispers her father, unfazed by Cathy's rage.
Her mother however is still shocked by the conversation, her blue eyes filled with worry as she responds to her husband. "She should be past all of that nonsense in Haddonfield by now! Michael has never left for any reason, and she was only 8 when it occurred. Tell me that's not natural?"
The father replies with little concern in his voice, "You know how tall tales are spread around Haddonfield, she probably just heard one too many."
The mother is about to retort when the sound of something large breaking startles them from their argument. The husband sighs, scooting his chair out from the table and as he walks away says to his wife, "I better go check it out, and don't worry about Cathy so much, she's seventeen after all!"
The man's heavy footsteps alert Michael to the incoming target, and it hides farther in the confines of the closet, hidden by jackets and raincoats. The only sound of its' presence is the soft sound of his breathing as it waits like a cat hunting a mouse, ready to pounce at any given moment.
The father is completely unaware of the all too familiar killer's presence in his house, crouching down to inspect the shards of porcelain. "Ugh! This was my grandmother's favorite vase...my mother is going to be so pissed at me." he grunts, standing back up only to find himself face to face with a white mask that was all too familiar.
With the precision of a snake, Michael grabs the two hundred and fifty pound man by the throat and easily lifts him off his feet like a ragdoll. The only sounds the man can make as his airway is being crushed is a thin gurgle, kicking and squirming to escape the killer's grasp. Michael locks eyes with the man, his cold emotionless eyes seeming to stare into his soul with a coldness that shouldn't have been possible before he smashes him into the table the vase had been on. Shards of wood pierce through the man's back as it breaks beneath his weight and the force he hit it with, unable to cry out for help. Michael only watches, his eyes locked on the man as he struggles to crawl away, blood pouring from his wounds. Hearing the voice of the woman, Michael easily catches up with the man, slowly crushing his skull beneath his boot, his groans of pain subsiding as he dies a slow and extremely brutal death.
The woman who was still at the table hears the commotion from down the hallway as she is about to go talk to Cathy, and calls out "Honey, what happened?" Hearing no response, she goes to see what the commotion was all about when she runs straight into a dark figure. Thinking it's her husband she let's out a sigh of relief before her eyes meet the all too familiar mask. "Really John? If you think this is going to help Cathy well I won't let you do it!" The figure gives no response, and as the silence drags on she slowly becomes more unnerved. "John...honey, this isn't funny at all! Stop it!"
She starts to back away slowly, her eyes betraying her terror as the large ominous figure takes slow and steady steps towards her. Her fight or flight instinct kicks in and she turns to run, but before she can Michael has a grip on her long brown hair, jerking her to a painful stop. Struggling to escape, the unfortunate mother screams in pure terror but is cut off by its' hand wrapped around her mouth. Now with both hands on her head, it begins to twist, and with the sound of ripping flesh, breaks her neck and tears it off. Blood splatters both the wall and Michael, as her body drops limply to the ground.
Its' attention now turns towards the staircase, listening carefully for Cathy trying to escape; however strangely enough, there has been no sound at all coming from upstairs.
Making its' way up the stairs carefully, it rounds the corner to find Cathy's door wide open and light spilling through. Being careful not to be seen or heard, it passes the doorway and catches a glimpse of Cathy listening to music on her bed. That explains why she didn't hear the scream of her mother or the table.
Opening the door with a crash, Michael strides towards the startled girl, his eyes meet hers and all hell breaks loose. The girl dives off her bed just as Michael swings downwards with his knife, embedding it in the bed instead of her chest. Cathy darts towards the door, only to be blocked by Michael's imposing figure standing in the doorway.
Thinking quickly, Cathy grabs the nearest object which happens to be a metal statue and chucks it at his head. It connects with a thud, momentarily distracting Michael as Cathy runs by him.
Cathy is breathing heavily, fear being the only thing left keeping her alive. As she runs down the stairs, she unfortunately stumbles, and crashes on the floor at the bottom. Groaning she struggles to get back on her feet just as Michael reaches for her. His firm grip clasps around her throat and she attempts to kick him in the nuts as he raises her to eye level. The last thing she sees is his cold dead eyes as the knife enters her heart and pins her to the wall, her blood dripping from her mouth and heart.