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The Shape was utterly surprised, the words were just a thought and they turned into spoken words. His first words in so many years
Maybe he was not just tired of being held in the sanitarium, but also tired of being quiet. It was time to be louder.
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The week that Loomis offered to Erin, went quickly away; and by the end of it the brunet got a few things from some friendly neighbors, like cookies, homemade jam and a Halloween wreath that was proudly decorating her door. There were others no so nicely persons, from whom she received cold stares and some unfriendly whispers. But she was getting used no everything in the old town. It felt like the place her heart was looking for, she wasn't feeling like a misfit or intruder. Home is where the heart is, and that place felt like what she was belonging for.
Opening her eyes she woke up to birds singing and the sun kissing her skin trough the curtains, with a lazy smile she let go of her yellow sheets. Yawning, she woke up to a cold floor that made her shiver. After a long shower, she took a simple breakfast and then headed to the downtown. It was her last day of being work free, so she decided to make a good use to it.
Walking to the streets instead of using her car was easy now that she felt more secure.
The streets were covered in some brown-orange leaves that rustled down her feet.
She saw a kid running to her, brandishing a plastic knife and using a clown mask while laughing, smiling to the boy Erin stopped.
"Hey there Miss Deschain, I bet you don't know who I am" the boy mumbled
She already knew who that was, but deciding to play along, Erin pretend surprise. "Well… you have blond hair, and your voice sounds familiar"
The boy giggled down the mask "So who am I? "
Tapping her chin she said "A clown of course" he did not laugh at Erin joke but just stay quiet.
"Come on Miss Deschain, guess who"
"Charles Jones" smiling widely at him, Charles took of his mask. Red cheeks and sparkling eyes received Erin from the little man in front of her.
"You can call me Charlie, you know"
"And you can call me Erin…you know" she grinned
The ten year old boy was about to answer when a woman that looked just like him appeared.
"Charles! I thought you were going to help with the Halloween decorations for the garden" crossing her arms Mrs. Jones smiled at Erin.
"I know mom, but I saw Erin walking by the house and I wanted to show her my costume" He turned his gaze to the younger woman and smiled "This year, I'm Michael Myers"
"I hope he wasn't giving you troubles, Erin"
"Of course not Mrs. Jones"
"Rebecca, please. I'm not that old" she joked
"He wasn't giving me troubles, Rebecca. I just decided to have a walk and look at some stores downtown, and I pumped into him" Those where some of her nicest neighbors and the ones who gave her the most delicious cookies too.
"You know who Michael Myers is?" Charlie interrupted
"Come on Charlie, I'm sure Erin doesn't want to hear a horror story right know… Plus you have to help me with the garden. It was nice seeing you Erin, you can come some other day and take a cup of coffee, Gods know it would be good to have a girl talk, especially when I live with 4 boys and a husband"
"Take it for granted" the brunet affirmed
After saying their goodbyes, Erin walked away and tried to remember where she heard that name, Michael Myers…
Arriving to the place she wanted to visit, since the first day she stepped in Haddonfield, she smiled widely and held closer her small purse.
The store of arts supplies was big for a town like that, and she was more than happy.
A bell rang when she entered and a young handsome man appeared from the back of the place, cleaning his hands with a rag and looking up and down at her.
"Can I help you?" he asked
"Yeah, I need a sketch pad, and some pastel colors" Looking to all the things that were in that place, Erin felt like she was a small kid. Drawing was one her favorite things and also the main reason she could overcome her father's dead.
"Well we have these sketch pads, from different prices and sizes" pointing to a transparent counter, the man moved so Erin could look at them.
Walking to where the man pointed, she asked for the cheapest ones.
Taking out what the pretty gal asked for, Howard Stiglizt dared to ask her name.
"I'm sorry, what? ... Is just that I'm distracted"
"Are you new here?" changing the question he thought it would be easier to approach her
"Yes, I just moved from New Jersey a week ago. I want the blue one please" she said while pointing to a blue notebook far in the corner. "And the color pastels from the store window, the ones in the black case"
After Erin paid, the men introduce and told her he hoped to see her around more
Heading to her house Erin overheard some teenagers talking about the Myers house, and how it would be awesome to go there in Halloween night.
That name, where have I heard it before?... Taking a seat in a little cafeteria and ordering a big cup of coffee, she decided it was a nice day to start drawing, especially those weird dreams. First the bloody rain and the wolf, she thought.
After some raw sketches, she headed home and directly to her laptop. Typing Michael Myers, she looked at everything she needed to know, and remembered he was the reason why Loomis offered her a job.
The first new she read, had a picture of a boy dressed in clown suit, without mask, and his hair falling in his face. It almost looked like he had no eyes because of the shadows in the picture. A blond woman appeared in the back, crying and being held by an officer.
The other news seemed to be telling the same, how Myers was a monster, and the detailed murders of the persons in his house. Then Erin somehow ended in a site selling Loomis books and she even found some interviews and conferences he offered about Michael.
Leaving her house for the second time that day, she went to the library to get those books. She needed to know more, especially after founding some pictures of a grown up Michael Myers. He looked like the man haunting her dreams.
