Michael had left two hours ago and he had locked all the doors. Sam, being the mischievous girl she was, decided to snoop around a bit while he was gone. Most of the doors were locked or led to an empty room, but the doors leading to bedrooms were not locked. In order to occupy herself, Sam tried to figure out whose bedroom was whose.
One bedroom contained a large king sized bed and a large wardrobe. This was clearly Michael's parents' room. The next room over had a full bed and a large vanity against one wall. Upon closer inspection Sam found blood in the cracks of the wood in the vanity. The blood most likely belonged to Judith. Sam left the room soon after finding the blood due to the unsettling feeling it caused in her stomach.
A nursery was located across the hall next to Michael's room. Laurie must have occupied this room. It was nice in here. The walls were covered in faded pink wallpaper. A mobile of cute farm animals hung over a crib covered in peeling paint.
The crib had been pushed into the corner and several toys littered the center of the room. For the most part they were toys that you would find in the average nursery. A rag doll with a clown face sat in the middle of the floor. The red lips of the clown were curved into a smile. Sam picked it up and decided to add it to her collection of toys.
Sam returned to Michael's room and tossed the clown next to the teddy bear. She moved to Michael's closet since she hadn't tried to open it yet. She tried to turn the knob only to find it locked.
"Typical." Sam whispered as she moved back to the bed.
Sam sighed and laid back so her legs were hanging off the bed. Sam closed her eyes and tried to think of something else to do. Sitting up, Sam pulled her bag towards herself. She rummaged around inside it for a second before pulling out her sketchpad. She grabbed a pencil out of one of the side pockets and rolled onto her stomach.
Sam flipped through her sketchbook and looked at each of her drawings. She turned to one of her more recent drawings. It was the image of a car crash drawn so that the viewer appeared in the back seat of one of the cars. A faceless male sat in the driver's seat with his arm hanging limply off to the side.
Sam looked at the image in front of her. The image represented the worst day of her life. She wasn't there but it was what she imagined it would look like. The memories of that day flashed back into her mind.
Sam remembered the policeman that came to her school and the long drive to the hospital. She had cried the whole way, not loud obnoxious crying just silent tears and a sob every so often. She remembered the doctor with the funny mask looking at her and telling her what had happened. She remembered collapsing and shaking while the policeman tried to calm her down. She must have fallen asleep at the hospital because she can't remember the rest of what happened that day.
Sam shook her head trying to rid herself of the memories of that day. She turned to a new page in her book. She wanted to draw something that made her happy but at the moment she couldn't think of anything.
She closed her eyes but this time she focused her thoughts elsewhere. She flashed back to the previous night. The image of Michael standing over her entered her mind. The moon had cast such an eerie glow over his mask, but only on the side facing the window the rest was covered in shadows. Sam opened her eyes and began sketching the figure that had saved her that night.
Michael entered his house well after nightfall. He had left the girl alone for several hours and expected her to be angry and hungry. He really didn't want to deal with any bullshit from her. He had been out all day exacting his revenge on Haddonfield and all he had to show for it was a blood covered knife and a headache.
He walked into the kitchen and washed his knife and hands clean and placed his knife back in the drawer. He made his way to his room not really caring if he woke up the girl; he just wanted to get to sleep.
He entered his room and saw the girl asleep with a pencil in her hand and a notebook open in front of her. He moved closer and saw that it was actually a sketchpad. Michael took the pencil from the girl's hand and placed it on the table next to the bed. He then picked up the sketchpad and examined it.
On the inside cover it read: "Property of Samantha Abigail Rhodes." It was a nice name that seemed to fit her. He flipped through the other pages. A lot of them seemed to be linked to death in some way with skulls, tombstones, or blood. He stopped at a familiar face. It was almost like looking in the mirror, every detail was perfect.
Michael yawned and remembered how tired he was. He closed the book and placed it next to the pencil. He climbed onto the bed next to Samantha. He rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. His eyes shot open as he felt the girl turn and move closer to him. At first he felt uneasy about it, but when he saw that she was still asleep, he decided it was best to just leave her alone. Michael draped his arm over her and she moved closer. He placed his head on the pillow again and fell asleep with a slight smirk playing across his lips.