October 31st, 1963...The Myers' home…
It was a normal day for the Myers family. Getting ready for school, and the mom of the family preparing for work. She had recently gotten a job as a banker. Deborah finally had the guts to throw out her abusive boyfriend. And now the family had some peace in their life. Judith Myers had stopped being a bad girl and focused on her homework and future life. Even helping out her mother when help was needed.
In the bathroom of the house, A young boy in a clown mask was washing his pet rat, whose name was Squeener. Washing him casually. Cleaning all the mud that covered his body. The boy's name was Michael Myers. At age six he was finally taking some responsibility as the man of the house. Whenever he or his mom announced he was the man of the house, his sister just rolled her eyes and tickled him to the point where he fell on the ground. Ever since his mom had thrown out her boyfriend, Michael along with his entire family had been happy and calm.
"There ya go Squeener all cleaned up," Michael said as he dried off his little pet rat.
There was a gentle knock on the door.
"Mikey, breakfast is ready. Better hurry before I eat all the donuts!" Judith's voice was heard.
"You better not!" Michael replied as he tried to finish drying Squeener off before his sister ate the last few donuts they had.
Afterward, Michael had put Squeener back into his cage with his roommate, Lemmie.
"I'll be back after school, ok Lemmie, ok Squeener," Michael said to the little critters. Seemingly to acknowledge him by giving some squeals. They went back to eating their little kibble in a tiny tray, whilst Michael hurried his way downstairs.
By the time he got down, he saw his sister eating a chocolate frosted donut. His baby sister, Angel, was drinking a bottle of milk. While his mom was cleaning the dishes.
"Good Morning, Sweety," Deborah said.
"Morning Mommy," Michael said as he sat down in his chair at the little round table in the kitchen.
He looked into the donut box. Searching for his favorite kind.
"Hey, where's the cream-filled one?" Michael asked.
"Oh, you mean this one?" Judith said as she held up his favorite donut in her left hand. Luckily it hadn't been eaten.
"Hey!" Michael said as he got out of his chair and tried to get it from his sister.
"Don't worry, I wasn't gonna eat it. I'm not that kind of sister." Judith said as she handed Michael the donut.
Michael examined it, looking if she was trying to pull a prank. They usually went back and forth pranking each other. They were harmless and just funny pranks. Nothing that humiliated either of them. And after the prank, they both laughed at each other and got a kick out of it.
"If you think I'm pulling a prank on you, don't. You would never forgive me if I pulled a prank on you for your favorite donut." Judith said with a smile.
"Ok, sure," Michael said sarcastically as he kept looking at the donut, trying to find if there were any signs of a prank being pulled.
"Hey, young man. Eat your donut. I gotta go work. Judith, make sure Michael makes it to the bus, and the babysitter is on her way, ok." Deborah said as she put on her formal dress and grabbed her purse.
"Alright mom, I'll make sure baby brother gets his little walk," Judith said as she looked at Michael with a playful smile.
"Shut up sis," Michael said, making his baby sister, Angel, laugh a bit.
After that Michael took off his clown mask, revealing his blond hair which was cut short. He had a small scar that went across his cheek. It was a small cut from his Mom's ex-boyfriend.
Michael tried to eat his donut quickly since he didn't want to be late for school, or the bus.
Judith finished before him and shortly after there was a ring on the doorbell.
"I got it," Michael said as he got off his chair and went to the door. Michael opened the door to see Angel's babysitter, Cloe. She was around her early 20's. She was a college student nearly ready for graduation.
"Hey there, little handsome," Cloe said as she squeezed Michael's cheeks playfully.
Michael struggled to get her hands off his cheeks. But all he could do was laugh funny at her.
"Stop Cloe stop, I'm only six," Michael said as he laughed in between each word.
Cloe did stop since she had a job to do. She let go of Michael's cheeks only for her to tickle him in his side. Michael laughed more, it got to the point where he laughed so hard he fell on the ground. Cloe stopped when he fell only to see everyone in the house laughing, including his mom.
After a short laugh, it was back to normal. Mom left for work, while Judith walked with Michael to school. Cloe looked after Angel until Judith or Michael got back.
Haddonfield Elementary School…
Michael was taking his English Subject. He always wanted to learn how to write. It was unique, to write out words on a piece of paper. To express human language into matter. It was baffling. When Angel gets older, he wants to teach her how to write letters.
Michael had friends of course, just not very many. He was friends with a popular high school Softmore named John Rooks. He was extremely popular with the ladies but he never abused his popularity as an advantage. He was always kind to most people. Unlike how those other jerks were. He was also decently strong, for a teenager. He always got good grades and had many friends. But Michael was John's true and best friend. To John, Michael was like a little brother, whilst John to Michael was like a big brother. Someone to look up to.
Michael sat at his desk, drawing out a cool idea for a mask. He was decent at drawing. He wasn't as good as his sister, but he was only six while his sister was seventeen. Michael sat at his desk next to the window.
He felt a strange feeling. Like someone was watching him. He glanced out the window to see a very tall man in a white hockey mask. Watching Michael from behind a tree. He had something in his right hand. Something long, and looked sharp. A weapon of some sort. Though it was too big to be just a regular kitchen knife and not shaped right to be an ax.
It was a machete?!
Michael stared at the man through the window. The tall masked man continued to stare at Michael.
Michael was hesitant to blink. Like in those horror movies where you find yourself staring at a vampire, the next thing you know it, you blink and the vampire is right in front of your face.
The tall masked man didn't seem to budge to move. Just staring into Michael's soul. Michael's throat became dry, his heart sank. Sweat began to form on his face.
His breathing labored, growing heavy. A car passed by on the street, once the car passed by, the man was gone. Michael let out a sigh of relief. Who knows how long that man had been staring at Michael. Probably hours.
The bell rang meaning it was time to go home.
Michael picked up his backpack and folded the piece of paper for his new mask design into his pocket.
"Michael, can I talk to you for a moment?" Mr. Jerid said. He was his Kindergarten teacher. Michael walked to his desk and waited for an answer.
"Michael, you've seemed a bit troubled. Is something bothering you?" Mr. Jerid asked Michael as he sat down at his desk.
Could he tell him? It wasn't his school life, nor his home life. But that masked man outside the school...this was the third time this week he had caught him staring at him through the window. So if it meant by being stalked by a very tall, intimidating, and creepy man in a mask, then yeah something was bothering him.
"Um, there's this guy who's watching me from outside the school. He's done it three times this week. I think he's watching me." Michael said to Mr. Jerid, not intending to lie about this. And it was better to tell someone than to keep it to himself.
"Ah, can you tell me what he looks like?" Mr. Jerid asked leaning in closer a bit interested.
"He wears a white hockey mask and he's really tall," Michael said.
"I'll see if I can call the Deputy about this. Thank You, Michael. If anything else is bothering you, you can always talk to me. You know that, right?" Mr. Jerid said as he packed his case putting in papers for grading.
"Yes, Mr. Jerid," Michael said.
"Go on, now. Better get home before your mom does." Mr. Jerid said. Soon after, Michael left the room, leaving Mr. Jerid to ponder in his thoughts. It might be that man who's causing the mass murder all around town.
Mr. Jerid quickly picked up the phone on his desk. He dialed the number for The Deputy.
"This is Deputy Hawkins, what can I do for you?" Deputy Hawkins spoke on the phone.
"Yeah, hi. This is Daniel Jerid calling in from Haddonfield Elementary, I've had one of my students talk about a man in a white hockey mask watching him from the window in my classroom. Does that fit any description of your serial killers on the loose?" Mr. Jerid said on the phone.
"Hold on let me check, sir," Hawkins said as he was silent for a few moments.
"Alright, let's see. White Hockey Mask, height 6' 1". Carries a machete around with him at all times. This is Jason Voorhees. He's not from Haddonfield, but he came from Crystal Lake Camp. He's responsible for committing many crimes. Murder, Grand Theft, Abduction, Harassment, Stalking, and much more. If he's been watching one of your kids then we might need to send in a few officers to deal with him. Hell, maybe even the whole Police Department." Deputy Hawkins spoke on the phone.
"Well….My student who told me this was Michael Myers, he says…..He says that the man was watching him, specifically him. What does that mean?" Mr. Jerid asked.
"Watching one of your kids? That's odd. We've had no children cases involving Jason Voorhees, at least none that we know. I'll stop by the house later tonight and check out it." Deputy Hawkins said on the phone.
"Thank you, Deputy." Mr. Jerid said. Today was Halloween after all. And this town didn't need a cold-blooded murder on the loose.
Mr. Jerid turned off the lights to the school, but suddenly the power broke.
"Not again. Hey, can someone get the lights!?" Mr. Jerid said. The hallway was dark and ominous.
"Hello?" Mr. Jerid said again, only for his words to fall on deaf ears. There were footsteps heard in the hallway. Heavy, loud footsteps came towards him.
Mr. Jerid looked around the dark empty hallway. But could see nothing but darkness.
"Is somebody there?" Mr. Jerid said. The lights then started to flicker back on. Mr. Jerid looked around. As soon as the lights turned on, Mr. Jerid could finally see. He looked around to see nothing.
He let out a sigh of relief. he was about to walk to the exit of the school. Only to be met face to mask with Jason Voorhees. Jason slashed his machete down slashing Mr. Jerid's arm. He screamed, but more in surprise than pain. Not to say that the pain was still there.
Mr. Jerid fell backward screaming in the making. Jason stared down at him, whilst Mr. Jerid struggled to get to his feet.
"SOMEONE HELP ME!" Mr. Jerid screamed. But his cries only fell to deaf ears. No one else was in the building.
Jason inched closer to Mr. Jerid not wanting to waste any time on this small fry.
Mr. Jerid tried to crawl away from Jason. He managed to get to his feet but slipped slightly. Trying to get away from the killer. Mr. Jerid ran to the exit door he pushed it hard, but it didn't budge. He rammed it harder, meanwhile, Jason casually stalked towards him.
"SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP ME!" Mr. Jerid screamed. He turned back around to see Jason right in his face only for him to quickly slice his machete in his neck.
Mr. Jerid clenched his slice throat. A few gasps of air weren't enough as he collapsed to the ground. Blood spewed from the slit opening.
Jason lifted up his machete and stabbed Mr. Jerid in his back, going straight through his back into the ground. Mr. Jerid's body went limp, his eyes remained open yet lifeless and dead.
Jason pulled out the machete from his back. He looked at the exit door then back to his victim. He shook his head, then pulled the exit door and walked out. The sign said pull, not push.
Jason walked back into the streets, the sheriff's apartment was now more aware of him, and he would have to fix that. But first, the little kid, Michael Myers. Needs a good welcome to see and feel what it means to kill.
Haddonfield Streets…
Michael was walking home with his best friend, John Rook. He too lived near Michael's home. About a few blocks left down the street.
"So, Michael, what exactly happened at school?" John asked. He was much taller than Michael. The same age as his sister, Judith.
"What do you mean by that?" Michael asked.
"Wait you didn't hear? The janitor at the Elementary School said he found a body in the hallway, right at the exit door. It was Mr. Jerid I think." John said.
Michael froze but kept walking. His throat became dry again. He might know who killed Mr. Jerid. But he couldn't tell anyone the name since he didn't know what it was. Could it have been that masked man stalking him outside the school? The one that carried the machete?
"Hey, Michael you ok? You look pale. You good, man?" John asked Michael with concern.
Michael shook his head coming back to reality.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. But I think it was that guy in a mask looking at me through the window. He had a hockey mask on and carried a machete." Michael said as he looked up to John. John didn't look like he believed him.
"A guy in a hockey mask carrying a machete around town? The cops would've caught a guy like that almost instantly, so yeah you sure it wasn't just that little brain of yours playing tricks on you?" John said a bit sarcastically.
"I'm not lying. And my mind wasn't tricking me." Michael said.
"Ok, tough guy. Well, I'll see ya later. Oh, and Happy Halloween." John said as he continued to walk down the sidewalk, while Michael stood at the entrance to his house.
Yet again, he felt like he was being watched. And as a matter of fact, he was being watched. Hiding behind a hedge, staring at him, stalking him, Jason Voorhees had followed Michael and his High School Friend to his home.
Jason stared at Michael. Michael didn't know who was watching him, but it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Michael looked around his neighborhood, trying to see if anyone was watching him. But he couldn't see anyone.
But he still had the strange feeling of being watched. Michael walked back into his house. Jason watched him evermore.
Michael opened the door and walked in. Cloe was already getting ready to leave.
"Oh, hey Michael. How was school?" Cloe asked as she was sitting on one of the sofas.
"I learned how to write more words. And on the assignment for it, I got an A." Michael said as he sat his backpack down on the wooden chair.
"Good job, Michael. You're getting better at writing every day. And what about the Math Assignment?" Cloe asked.
"I got a B+ on it. But that's still passing, right?" Michael said as he pulled out a few pieces of paper to practice writing.
"It is. But we studied for that all week. I guess I can't be mad at you. You're always so good at writing for a kid your age." Cloe said as she grabbed her purse and was about to head home.
"Um, Cloe. Be careful. I felt like someone was watching me out there." Michael said as he put on his clown mask. Angel was taking her nap upstairs.
"Oh no, Was it the boogeyman?" Cloe said as in to try and scare Michael.
"It might be! But today at school there was this guy in a hockey mask staring at me from outside." Michael said.
"I'll keep that in mind, Michael. Your mom will be back late, so you're gonna have to fix yourself something to eat. There's some pizza in the fridge if you wanna eat that, ok?" Cloe said as she opened the door and waited for a response.
"Ok, Cloe. Bye." Michael said as he started to write down a diary about today.
"Bye-bye," Cloe said as she opened the door and walked back to her house.
The kids were already coming out of their homes in their costumes. Michael didn't care much for candy, even though Halloween was his favorite holiday of the year.
After 20 minutes of writing the diary, talking mostly about the "boogeyman", watching him from outside the school. Then Mr. Jerid was murdered today in the school. Then writing down how he felt like being watched while walking home from school.
Soon after, Judith came into the house.
"Michael I'm home! Sorry, I had to take a shortcut cause of the little kids." The voice of Judith was heard as she locked the door and walked into the kitchen.
Michael didn't say anything. He was of course eating and making the pizza that Cloe mentioned.
"Ooh, Pizza," Judith said as she took a piece off the stove and got a plate.
"So how was school?" Michael asked after he swallowed a little piece of pizza.
"Oh you know, boys being jerks, homework, hanging out with friends, lunch, and being watched by the boogeyman, all the normal shit," Judith said. Michael was caught off guard when his sister cursed. He was used to it by now, but to hear her say it again was unexpected.
"The boogeyman was watching you too?" Michael asked, growing concerned.
"Yeah, he walked into the school and took one of my friends. Saying he wants all the little boys to come to rescue her." Judith said with a playful smile. Then she held Michael in her arms forcing him into her chest.
"Oh, little brother will you go rescue her!" Judith shouted.
"Alright, stop. Shit, don't do that crap." Michael said as he pushed her off of him. Of course, Judith stopped and sat back down.
"Well it's Halloween, doesn't hurt to get a scare outta ya," Judith said with yet again another playful smile.
"Are you going out for Halloween?" Michael asked.
"Maybe, my friends are going to the High School party, but I can't exactly leave you here by yourself. And someone has to watch Angel too." Judith said with a bit of depression, just a slight hint.
"I can watch Angel," Michael said.
"Are you kidding? You got two little rats to take care of. And now you wanna take care of your baby sister?" Judith said as she finished off her piece of pizza.
"Lemmie and Squeener don't need all of my attention. I can take care of Angel, but you can't stay too late at the party. Mom would be really mad at you for leaving me here by myself." Michael insisted on Judith going. She needed some fun in her life. And tonight was perfect.
"I don't know. I did this last year, so maybe just staying at home is better. Plus Halloween's your favorite time of the year, I don't want to have all the fun." Judith said to Michael.
"I was just gonna try and make a new mask for next year. Next year I'll go out and walk around with my new mask." Michael said.
"Oh really?" Judith said as she threw away her plate.
"Yeah, Next year I really am gonna go out of the house for Halloween," Michael said.
"Alright, alright. But you should probably worry about this year before next year, ok tough guy." Judith said.
"Fine, but it's something to look forward to, right?" Michael said as he continued to sketch out his mask idea.
Judith checked the time, it was close to 7:30. She needed to undo her hair and get ready for tomorrow.
"Michael, I'm gonna get my shit ready for school tomorrow. If Angel wakes…"
"I know the drill. You don't have to tell me twice." Michael said as he put the last touches on his mask. After that, he went into the living room where the TV was and turned it on.
Judith walked upstairs into her room to get ready for tomorrow. Judith had changed so much in such a short time. She used to have sex with men way too much, but now all that seemed to disappear ever since Deborah threw out her boyfriend.
Michael turned on his favorite cartoon he likes. Tom & Jerry.
After watching it for a little while, Michael felt sleepy, but then the strange feeling came over him again. The feeling of being watched. He heard silent footsteps. But they felt too heavy to be Judith's plus she would've said something when coming down the stairs. No someone was in the house.
Michael had his clown mask on, he looked behind him to see the Boogeyman. Jason Voorhees stared down at him. Michael fell off the Sofa and backed away from him. Jason tilted his head, then looked at a picture on a table. It was a picture of Judith.
Jason picked up the picture, he gently caressed the frame. He looked back to Michael who was breathing heavily.
He turned the picture around to show Michael, his sister, Judith.
Michael didn't know what that meant. Suddenly, Jason dropped the picture and walked upstairs, where his sister was.
"JUDY! JUDY! RUN GET OUT OF THERE!" Michael yelled as he quickly looked for something to defend his sister. She heard him but didn't know what he meant.
"Michael, if you're pulling a fucking prank on me on Halloween, I'm gonna kill you!" Judith shouted from her room not bothering to come down.
Jason had a machete in his hand, he walked up the stairs slowly and quietly.
Michael was panicking now, he quickly grabbed a kitchen knife. More of a chef's knife. He ran up the stairs midway and stabbed Jason his thigh. Causing him to stumble slightly, but no scream or anything. Jason simply smacked Michael with the back of his hand down the stairs, Michael tumbled down the stairs and hit the kitchen table.
"Michael, I swear to god, What the hell are you doing!?" Judith's voice was heard from her room, her door was shut so she couldn't see what was going on in the living room.
Michael tried to get up but his leg was injured. Jason looked at Michael but didn't turn around fully. Then he continued his way upstairs. To kill his sister.
Michael made grunting noises trying to get on his feet. He needed to protect his sister. He loved his family, more than anything. And he may lose it by The Boogeyman.
"Michael? Michael? MICHAEL!?" Judith yelled behind her door yet again. Michael tried to speak but he couldn't find the words for it.
Jason was already on the second floor and walking towards his sister's room. There was a baby cry coming from inside another room. Jason looked at the door of the baby cry. But he simply kept walking and ignored it. He doesn't kill children, teenagers yes, but babies he wouldn't dare to hurt.
Michael got back on his feet and limped up the stairs. Jason was at Judith's door. His grip on the machete tightened.
Michael tried desperately to reach his sister before it was too late.
"Michael! I'm Not gonna say it again! What the hell are you doing!?" Judith yelled she opened the door to her room to see Jason standing over her. Towering above her.
She screamed and ran back into the room, Jason only walked through the door. Michael now reached the second floor, continuing to limp towards Jason.
Judith's continuous screams didn't help. Michael limped as fast as he could to protect his sister.
When he turned into the door, Jason had his hand around Judith's neck. Choking her.
Michael wasted no time as he charged towards Jason, then stabbing him six times in his thigh, back and leg. Jason stumbled a bit from the stabs. When Michael stabbed Jason's leg he fell on one knee, releasing his grasp from Judith's neck.
She too fell on the ground and gagged for air. Michael stabbed him in the back again. Several more times. Yet Jason didn't seem to be getting hurt, instead, he was just getting weaker, not dying. Each of the stabs should have been lethal if not fatal. But Jason seemed just annoyed by the stabs rather than in pain.
Finally, having enough of the child's play, Jason grabbed Michael by the throat. Lifting him up off his feet. But Jason wasn't attempting to choke him. Rather just lift him up.
Michael tried to release himself from Jason's grasp but to no avail. Jason looked at the window in Judith's room. He walked over to it, keeping Michael high off the ground.
Jason got right up to the window. He looked out in the neighborhood. Children were running about. Even some of the adults were out. Jason could care less if he made a massive scene. He enjoyed his kills far too much.
He threw Michael out the window as it shattered to pieces. Michael fell off the second floor and hit the ground. Blood ran down his hands, his clown mask was torn, and his face was bleeding too. Michael was losing consciousness. He was blacking out.
Memories of Angel, Judith, and his mom came to him. Judith was in danger, and his mom maybe next. Or worse Angel. They were all in jeopardy.
People around the house screamed and yelled. Kids ran away from the scene. Michael tried to get up, but the wounds were too great.
But something kept him from blacking out. A strong will to protect. That was when it hit him. He felt as if all the pain had disappeared. He got onto his feet, putting his knee up and lifting himself up.
The bleeding seemed to have no end, but that didn't stop Michael from trying to protect his sister. He walked into the house. But he heard a scream, which was later cut off soon after. It was Judith!
Michael burst through the door, still walking but never stopped. He walked upstairs, a trail of blood was shriveled all over the floor. Michael walked into his sister's room….
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Only to find Jason gone.
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And a machete in the chest of Judith Myers…
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Michael fell on his knees, the Chef's Knife that was in his right hand dropped to the floor.
Michael looked at his sister's corpse with true, pure, dread, and rage.
Jason. The man that tore apart his family.
Michael screamed loud. Police sirens could be heard from the streets.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Michael screamed in the air, crying to the full moon, on Halloween Night….
The Halloween Theme music kicks in as it reveals the title
Halloween
The title switches places as the words appear
Michael VS Jason
Created & Directed by Frostzilla 2002
Airon Armstrong as Michael Myers
Scout Taylor-Compton as Laurie Strode
Ari Lehman as Jason Voorhees