Never did I expect to fall in love with a murderer, a monster even, but I did. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't have moved to Haddonfield, Illinois and yet, I'm actually happy that I did. It was June 17th, 1973 and I was nineteen years old. Well, to be more specific. We actually didn't move to Haddonfield exactly. More like the country side just outside of Haddonfield. My father had just bought the plantation house, hoping that moving there will relieve his stress from the big city. My mother didn't care where we moved. She just wanted to be supportive of my father and whatever made him happy made her happy. After unpacking all my belongings I decided to go outside to explore for awhile. Apparently since my home used to be a plantation there was actually a farm house not too far from the main house. The people who lived there actually took care of the whole farm. They couldn't afford the big house which was why they lived in the farm house. My father told them they could still continue to farm whatever it is they wanted. He said he just bought the house and had no intention of kicking them out or doing anything to farm so everyone remained happy. The son of the farmer was Richard but apparently everyone just called him Ricky. He was my age and not bad looking at all, but he was way too sarcastic for my liking. He made himself seem cocky and rude, but I know he means well. And besides, he was my only friend since I've moved here. I only explored the areas around the plantation house and the farm but there was a fence that wrapped around the property and my father told me I was to never leave outside the fence because there "dangers" out there. I really thought he was just trying to scare me, especially since he wouldn't explain what the dangers were.
A week had passed by and I was completely bored at home. I wasn't starting college until the fall semester and I had already explored everything around the house. It was about ten in the evening when I decided to sneak out of the house to get some fresh air. My parents already had gone to sleep. I decided that I would take a walk all the way to the fence and then walk back, because really, there was nothing else for me to do. I started thinking about what the possible dangers could be that my father was talking about. I mean, if there was some kind of animal out there he would have told me that in the first place. That means there was something else out there. When I finally got to the fence, I sensed that something was out there and it was bad. I didn't know what it was but I felt it was out there. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and a hand grabbed my shoulder. I was about to scream when I turned around but a hand was placed over my mouth.
"Shhh! Rosie, it's me!"
"Oh my God, Ricky! Don't do that! It's dark out here and I can't see anything."
"No one told you to come out here with no flashlight and no way to defend yourself."
"You're right," I said coming to realization. I couldn't believe I actually did that.
"So why are you out here anyway?"
"I was bored in the house and I wanted some fresh air. Why are you out here?"
"The same reason. So have you ever left the fence before?"
"No."
"Want to?"
"What? I can't. My father—"
"Your father won't know. Come on, let's go."
"Ricky, my father keeps warning me about this "danger" that's out there."
"Oh yeah, I know. But it's okay. He's handcuffed to the tree."
"What?" I was completely dumfounded.
"Michael Myers is the "danger" your father keeps talking about."
"Who's he?"
"Come on, I'll show you."
He took my hand and we climbed over the fence. It was about a mile until I would see a huge tree in the distance and a shape sitting under it. Ricky stopped me dead in my tracks and told me to sit down; of course he sat down next to me. He said we shouldn't let him see us because there's no telling what he would do if he knew we were here. Somehow though, I sensed that he knew we were there. Ricky told me about his whole story how he killed his sister when he was only six years old and then last year he tried to kill his other sister Laurie Strode. He was a mute and never spoke to anyone. He also wore a white mask and never took it off. No one knows what he looks like. They thought he died in the fire at the old hospital but after the firefighters had distinguished it, out came Michael Myers, walking as if nothing even happened. The guys caught him and decided to handcuff him to that tree out there. They thought letting him suffer to death would do him justice, but he's been out there for a year now and he hasn't died yet.
"He just sits there. It's freaking creepy. No one knows why he hasn't died yet. It's the weirdest thing. Wait, listen. Look!"
Michael was trying to stand up, but he kept falling. Ricky was snickering at him. I knew what he did was wrong but I still felt sorry for him being tied to that tree. I also had this weird feeling that he was harmless, for now anyway. I sensed that he was sad inside and that made me want to go over and talk to him. We then walked home after that. Ricky was attempting to flirt with me the entire time but it wasn't working. I mean, yeah I liked the guy but I didn't like him that way. That night I dreamt about going to see Michael Myers. It was sunset, when I was walking towards him. The wind was softly blowing my long brown hair away from my face. For some reason, in my dream, he was not handcuffed to the tree. He was only sitting under it. His back was towards me. And right when I was about to put my hand on his shoulder my alarm clock of a mother came and woke me up for breakfast. My curiosity of Michael had deepened and at sunset today I would go and see him. For the whole day I couldn't shake off my curiosity. I had no idea why I wanted to see him, but all I knew was that I wanted to see him. The day passed so slowly, which only made agitated. Right at sunset my parents told me that they had a business dinner to go to and that they wouldn't return until late that night. It was the perfect moment for me to go see Michael. I just had to make sure Ricky didn't follow me. I don't know why but I felt like I wanted to look a nice for my visit with Michael. I put on my baby blue sun dress and let my hair out of the ponytail I had it in. I took a notebook with me. Figuring he was mute, maybe he would write on paper for me what he wanted to say. I must have been crazy to want to see him but I guess it was because I really had nothing else to do at that house. My life was so amazingly boring that this seemed to be the most interesting thing I could do. And with that I left the house. When I finally made it to the fence, I looked back to the house. I figured I made it this far. There was no turning back now and so I continued walking. Finally I was able to see Michael at a distance. The breeze started picking up and that's when I felt like I was in my dream. I knew I wasn't though because I could see that Michael was handcuffed to the tree still. He was looking down at the grass and that's when I felt his sadness again. I then stepped on a twig and it snapped. His head shot up and looked over at me. My heart started beating so fast; I thought it was going to jump right out of my body. I could feel that he was confused. I had no idea why I could feel every single emotion he was feeling, but I did. He then tilted his head to show that he was confused. Still, I felt that he was harmless; that he wouldn't hurt me. I continued to walk towards him and he continued to stare at me. Finally I was only about three feet away from him. I couldn't believe what I was doing.
"ROSALIE!"
I turned back and saw that Ricky was running after me. He ran up to me and pushed me behind him. He stared at Michael as if he was protecting me. Michael stared back to show no fear and but then turned away as if saying he really didn't care. Ricky slowly started moving back, then took my hand and began running. When we finally got to the fence he just stared at me with complete confusion, and anger.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You could have been killed!"
"He's handcuffed to the tree,"
"It doesn't matter! And after the story I told you about him, why would you want to go see him?? You're out of your mind, Rosalie!"
"You wouldn't understand. I'm going home."
He grabbed my hand.
"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm not usually like this. You just really scared me. I know we hardly know each other but if anything happened to you I…"
He didn't finish his sentence. He just stared at me with sadness in his eyes. Ricky. As annoying as he was at times, he was still a good person, and that still impressed me. I walked up to him and hugged him. He held on to me.
"I know, Ricky. I'm sorry I scared you. Thank you for caring," I pulled back and smiled at him.
"Rosalie, I…" he sighed, "Promise me you won't go back there."
I pulled away completely and began walking towards my house, "I'm sorry, I can't promise that."
He caught up to me and stood in front of me, "But why, Rosalie? I don't understand—"
"You're right. You don't understand. Now please get out of my way. I'm not leaving the house tonight, I can promise you that. Good night, Ricky."
"Why can't you just explain it to me then?"
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back, "Because I'm not sure if I can even explain it to myself."
Without stopping me, Ricky let me walk back to my house and I kept my promise. I didn't leave the house the rest of the night. Instead I sat there by my window, staring out at the night sky, knowing that Michael was staring up at it too. One way or another, I was going to talk to him and no one was going to get in my way. I fell asleep at my window sill. I know this because the cool breeze coming the window woke me up. As I went to close it, I looked out and saw a figure standing in front of my house looking straight up at me. I rubbed my eyes so I could see better and saw that it was Michael. How did he escape though, I wondered. I didn't care, I ran downstairs and out the front door. I ran right up to him.
"Michael, what are you doing here?" I asked.
He didn't do anything, he just stared at me. Now that I was finally here with him I didn't know what to do. I wanted to ask him a few things but my mind went completely blank. All I could do was just stare back. Suddenly he took a step towards me. It startled me and I fell backwards into the grass. He knelt down beside me and stretched out his hand. I looked at his hand and then at him. I grabbed his hand and he looked at me. I felt this weird sense of confusion from him. It was like he had no idea what he was feeling himself. I sensed fear and love at the same time. He began leaning towards me and I did the same. I couldn't believe he was actually going to kiss me.
"Rosalie! Rosalie dear, wake up!"
Damn it was just a dream. My mother came in to wake me up because I was still at the window sill.
"Did you and dad have fun at dinner?" I asked rubbing my eyes and getting into my bed.
"Well, you know your father has fun while I'm a little bored, but it was fine," she smiled warmly, "Good night sweetheart, I love you."
"I love you too."
She then turned out the lights and I fell asleep, hoping to dream of Michael again.