CHAPTER 3

Jason stood on a cliff on the side of a mountain overlooking the town of Haddonfield. it was a small, peaceful country town, by the looks of it.

Somewhere here, my boy…someone mimics you

Jason lifted his head, listening to his mother

Find that one who mimics you, and punish him. He should not have tried to copy your gift, only you, my special boy, is allowed this gift.

The old Myers house was still standing. It had been left abandoned for over two decades now, but no one had bothered to knock it down. Deep under the house, in the basement that was filled with dirt and crawling with rats, sat the owner of the house.

Michael sat at a small table with a Halloween pumpkin on it. Photo's of his family were set around the pumpkin, his fearsome mask lay in front of it. He had been sitting there for who knows how long, years maybe.

He lifted his head up.

He could feel a presence. An unnatural presence, much like himself. There were two unnatural presences actually, but somehow they were one. What creature of Hell would dare invade upon Michael Myers territory?

Michael slowly stood; months of dust fell off him. He picked up his mask, shook the dust off it and wore it. Death was about to return to Haddonfield.

Lori and Will found themselves wandering around Loomis' house on the edge of Haddonfield. They expected it to be something of an "Old peoples" house, but it was different.

There were paintings that gave Lori the creeps, several doctor awards, and even some of the latest technology out to date, like a plasma screen TV.

"When you're done marveling at my achievements" Loomis said, "You can take a look at the spare bedroom I have upstairs"

"A doctor" Will said, reading the doctor awards. "What are you a doctor of?"

"Psychology, I serve as a doctor to patients who are...corrupted, in a way"

"What do you mean in a way?" Lori asked.

Loomis sighed. "You've been told about Michael Myers haven't you?"

Will and Lori both shook their heads.

"I was his doctor. He was only six years old when he was given to me for care, after he murdered his older sister"

Lori gasped. "He was only six?"

"Yes, shocking isn't it…you look as if you've been suffering" Loomis said, when he noticed Lori looked like she was about to collapse. She sat down on the sofa, trying to relax.

"My God, what is wrong with her?" Loomis asked Will, who sat down beside her.

"There's nothing wrong" Will answered, trying to calm Lori down. "We've just been through some problems"

"What kind of problems?"

"I think it should stay…"

"No" Lori interrupted. "No, I'll tell him"

"Lori"

"Will, please"

Will gave in and nodded. He let Lori speak.

"This Michael Myers that we've been told about just sounds similar to someone else we've had to deal with"

"Myers is an embodiment of evil. There can't be anything like him" Loomis argued.

"How about someone who kills you in your dreams?"

Loomis blinked. "Now, that sounds as supernatural as Myers is"

So Lori and will spent a little over an hour telling Loomis the story of Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees, and how they came to kill each other in a nightmarish bloodshed.

"I must admit, that does sound like the kind of unnatural force that has inhabited Michael" Loomis said. "But each of these three evil forces are driven by different goals. Michael is driven by the complicated connections he has with his family. Jason is driven by defending his territory, and Freddy simply has a taste for death…you say that Freddy was brought back because people began to fear him again?"

"Yes" Lori answered.

"I think, that while you are here with me, we should try to suppress the memory of Krueger"

"What do you mean?"

"If he gains his powers from the fear of his victims, then there is still a chance he could return"

"How is that possible?" Will asked. "He's dead, we saw Jason kill him"

"Yes, but do you really believe he's dead?"

Lori looked up into Loomis' face, it looked like he was on to something.

"I…I…Don't know" Lori stuttered.

"If Freddy truly does have these powers, then he is not truly dead unless you believe he is dead. If we don't erase your fear and memory of him, I assure you Freddy will come back"

But little did they know that Freddy was already close to coming back from the dead. That night, a new bloodshed was about to begin.