Once outside, we took off for the woods. We had no idea where we were going or any kind of strategy. All I knew was we needed to get away where we could talk and think.

"Now," said Libby, stopping and pulling me back, "what's going on Christy?"

"That man, I think he's Michael Myers. You know, the story about the serial killer that's trying to kill all his family?"

At first, I thought she was going to believe me. However, she laughed.

"This is all a joke, right? Someone dressed up as Michael Myers and pretended to kill your family, and now I'm being dragged in on the joke."

"No, it's real! It's real!"

"How?"

"Look," I said, showing her the cut on my arm I'd received back at my grandparents trailer. "See? It's very much real."

"Oh my god," said Libby, sinking to her knees. "Michael Myers is after you? But why-"

"I guess I'm connected to him somehow. My dad moved here from Haddonfield, Illinois after all."

"We need….oh my god! You can't kill him! It's impossible!"

"Shh! Not so loud! I know it is. Remember that dream you told me about last week? The one of you running in the woods being chased by a masked man? Well, you knew he was coming."

"I still don't understand," she began.

"Well, can you at least help me ward him off? Maybe tomorrow he'll leave till next Halloween."

I mean it as a joke, but she didn't laugh.

"I'm sorry about you family," she said sympathetically.

"It's ok," I replied. "Now, how about I take the 12-gage? I think he's really after me after all. You can take the bigger knife though."

Libby didn't argue and after we suited up with our weapons, we started moving deeper into the woods.

"I'm sure he's left my house by now," said Libby in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, I think it's time we develop a strategy. Maybe we can trick him somehow?"

"Maybe…." Her voice trailed off being as she was deep in thought. Then suddenly, she grinned. "Listen, here's what we need to do…"

I was really nervous. What if the plan didn't work? Should I run for my life and leave Libby to deal with him? No, I wouldn't do that. I stood in my position, waiting for him. Libby was half a mile back behind a tree, waiting for him as well. I could imagine how nervous Libby was.

Just then, something appeared and walked toward me. I gulped and braced myself. My hand shot toward my back jean pocket where my knife was. On the ground next to me was the 12-gage. Here comes…the boogieman….

However, when he stepped into a patch of moonlight I gasped. It wasn't Michael Myers…It was John James, my father.

"Dad!" I said, running toward him and flinging my arms around him. Everything felt ok for a second.

Yet, the relief was short lived. Libby shrieked and ran toward us.

"He's here!" she yelled, grabbing my arm.

Michael Myers stepped out into the scene. Libby was pulling me back. I, however, struggled against her, trying to go back to my dad.

"Uncle Michael," said my dad curtly.

"Uncle Michael?" I practically yelled.

"Yes, your last name is Tate. I changed my last name to hide from him but now that he's killed everyone else he's come to finish me and my family off. The last of the Myers family, my mother Laurie Strode. His family….my family….your family," my dad said in a casual voice.

"Libby, take her and go. Head to town! Don't stop till you reach it. Look for someone you know and stay there till morning. Go now!"

"Come on," said Libby in a sad voice, pulling me. Yet, I didn't budge. "There's nothing we can do to help," she pointed out as she yanked at me again.

Lexi, my brothers, my mom, my grandparents; they all flashed before me. "Sure," echoed throughout my mind once again. If any tears were left inside of me, I probably would have cried. Nothing came out of my eyes. So, I breathed in deep and back out before saying what I needed to say.

"I love you daddy."

"I know," he replied back, though his voice was cracking slightly. "I love you Christy Alice Tate."

That was the last time I saw my dad alive. Libby successfully got me to move and we ran until we couldn't anymore. Then we walked. Someone, I couldn't remember who Libby told me it was, picked us up on the side of the highway and dropped us off at the police station. It was 6:00 a. m. before we finally slept.

That day at noon the police questioned me. They sent a squad out to clean up the mess I'd left behind me. Libby's parents came back and offered to let me live with them, but I opted to stay a few days at their house before moving in with my aunt on my mom's side who lived nearby.

The next day after that I was forced to return to the place my father was in the woods. On his head was placed a jack-o'-lantern.

"He didn't have a jack-o'-lantern with him, did he?" I asked Libby, who was with me.

"No," she replied.

I carefully turned my father's corpse over and gasped at what I found. Inscribed on the jack-o'-lantern was the word "Halloween".

"What do you think the means?" asked Libby.

"Exactly what it says," I replied.

We had one big funeral the next week. A good deal of my school attended, and my older brother went to another school so some students and teachers (including his girlfriend) showed up. My father and mother were school teachers at my school district and therefore teachers from their buildings showed up.

At the reception, I walked out into the rainy afternoon. Libby followed me out.

"Well, it's all over," she said softly, gazing ahead. "Isn't it?"

"For this year," I replied.

We both knew what my Uncle Michael had meant by that word he'd written in the jack-o'-lantern. And that I was going to have to end it somehow.

-Halloween-

Author's Note: And that's the end of this wonderful story, lol. I'm thinking about writing another one, but I would like some feedback first if I should or shouldn't. Anyway, the ending is meant as a Halloween present, so Happy Halloween!