Hello everyone who's reading this! I am just here to say thank you for the support and the attention! I know horror stories are a rare thing nowadays so I'm glad some people are still interested! I would also like to state that this chapter is written in Loomis's point of view so it is written a little differently! Hope you enjoy! :)
Meanwhile back in Haddonfield, Dr. Loomis waits anxiously at his desk waiting for the all too familiar call that Michael was once again free and roaming the streets of Haddonfield. "Nobody understands you Michael...not even me. Nobody knows when you will awake, or for what reason, why?" he mumbles under his breath, absentmindedly rubbing his burn on the side of his face.
It still puzzled him why he had hadn't noticed the evil earlier, perhaps it was just denial that an "innocent" child could ever be completely evil. Maybe it was just his selfish desire to "cure" him. Whatever had happened, it had allowed for a monster of unimaginable evil to rise from whatever pits of hell it came from.
He knew instinctively that something was off, he just couldn't put his finger on what... "Loomis? You have a caller on line 4, he says it's an emergency only you could understand." says a young clerk shuffling from foot to foot nervously. This immediately catches Loomis's attention and he quickly grabs his cane and hobbles towards the door. "Thank you Lucille, I have a terrible feeling I know what this is about." Hobbling painfully fast, he rushes to the nearest phone as dread runs through his veins. Picking the phone up he says urgently, "Yes, what is it? Is Michael free?" The man on the other side of the phone is just as urgent and fearful, "I believe so...but my fellow officers don't believe me and I'm not sure if you will either since well...he's not in Haddonfield anymore."
Stunned, Loomis stays silent for a moment trying to understand the situation. Not in Haddonfield? Why would Michael leave Haddonfield so suddenly, and for what purpose? "No, I believe you. Can you explain?" Loomis says hoping against odds that Michael hasn't actually left. The man on the other line sounds relieved as he replies, "There have been several murders in the past two hours. The first was discovered 20 miles out of town in a gas station...the bodies were horrifically mutilated in unique ways that I have only ever seen Michael do-" I interrupt, "Can you describe it more specifically?" The man replies, "Of course, the owner of the station was found crushed underneath one of the trucks he was working on...the down button on the button crushed into pieces." Chills run through my body, only Michael could have done that. "Then it was no accident." I say and the man agrees, "no, but my fellow officers have deemed it so...despite my misgivings." I grunt in anger, "That seems to be a common occurrence with Michael. Alright, where did the next set of murders happen?"
The man takes a deep breath and continues, "His next victims were a family of three on Elm Street; father, mother, and a daughter. All three were born and raised in Haddonfield. Each of them were stabbed multiple times, and the father was found with his skull crushed and pieces of wood impaled into his body." That definitely sounds like Michael. " Did you inform the local police of your suspicions?" I ask and the man replies with annoyance, "Of course, but they said they already knew who did it, and wouldn't even look at my evidence!" Rubbing my head in frustration, I tell him "Wait for me, I'll be there within two hours and whatever you do DON'T go after him alone." "Of course...I don't have a death wish!"
With that taken care of, I hang up the phone and I return to my office to grab some useful items. I of course grab my pistol and even though it will only stun him for a short time, it's better than nothing I suppose. I also grab a Taser and a few sedatives for if we get extremely lucky. You continue to surprise me Michael...who knew you would ever leave Haddonfield?