Dracula opened the door to the main hall as all the lights started to switch on. Once all the lights were on, Dracula realized that he still only had a towel over his body. He gasped slightly as he used his magic to revert back to his original clothing.

Michael walked into the main hall not far behind.

"I can't believe you stuck around, man. You don't get it, bad things are coming your way!" Dracula said. Michael just stared at him unamused and completely unafraid.

"I got to get my thoughts together, okay. You see these tables, you can spend the entire day pulling them out and placing them, PARTY PLANNER!" Dracula said as he zoomed off into the middle of the room.

"Whatever, it's better than standing in a cell all day," Michael said as he walked to one of the tables.

Dracula fixed a piece of hair that was out of its place in his hair. He waited for Michael to say anything, but the silence was rather suspicious.

"Alright, Michael, stop messing around, What exactly are you doing?" Dracula said as he turned around to see Michael lifting a table with his own two hands. He walked around it with ease.

"Michael, what are you doing?" Dracula asked.

"What's it look like I'm doing, I'm organizing the tables," Michael said.

"As much as impressive that is, that's not the way to do it," Dracula said.

"Alright, then how would you do it?" Michael asked as he still had the table in his hands.

"First, put down Table 94," Dracula said. Michael then gently placed the table back on its feet.

"Thank you, Table 57 to position 23," Dracula said. The table then grew a face as it floated in the air and went to the location it was said to go. Michael tilted his head in curiosity.

"17 to 48, 16 to 47, 19 to 50, 29 to 35, 42 to 18, 10 to 44," Dracula said as the tables started to fly and go to their positions that were given. Dracula continued telling the tables to go to positions as Michael walked around one of the tables. Counting them in his head. He then climbed on top of one and said.

"36 up,"

The table grew a face but then it gasped when it saw Michael looking at him while he was on top of it. It then flew up in the air while Michael was on top. Michael started to chuckle to himself as the table flew around.

Dracula looked to Michael who was on top of a table. Hearing him chuckle to himself.

"31 to 19," Dracula said. With that the table next to him flew towards Table 36 hitting it, causing Michael to be bucked off. He fell off 36 then landed on another floating table which he also fell off of, then landed on another table but this time was on the ground.

Dracula smirked at himself as he turned around back to his work.

Michael sat up slowly. He then looked at the table he was on.

"24 up," Michael said as the table began to rose.

"7 to 25, 14 to 30," Dracula said to the tables as they continued to fly to their positions. Dracula never noticed Michael fly around. Michael then had the table he was on, fly right into Dracula. Dracula managed to dodge it as Michael chuckled to himself. Dracula then smirked himself.

Michael made a loop back to Dracula. But when he looped around he wasn't there.

"Oh, Where'd ya go, Grandpa?" Michael asked as he peeked over the edge of his table.

"Don't speed up, Gravity face," Dracula said as he too was on a table but upside down and in front of Michael.

"Eat my dust, Grey Fang," Michael said as he flew off with the table.

"64 and 43 to my side," Dracula said as two other tables were next to Dracula. They then chased Michael around the main hall. They looped around many of the tables going around in circles. Michael was having the time of his life at the moment. And deep down, he felt that Dracula was feeling the same way.

"Haha, Prepare to cry, Bogeyman!" Dracula said as he closed into Michael. Dracula prepared to grab Michael. But Michael had better plans. Dracula then tried to grab Michael but Michael fell straight on his back as the table descended downward. Then he sat back up slowly on the table.

"That's what I call a "FLANK" Michael said as he laughed at himself further.

"Whatever," Dracula said as a joke.

Just outside the Main Hall…

Quasimodo and his little rat, Esmerelda were sniffing the ground searching for the human.

"Yes, Keep smelling, Esmerelda, you catch the human, I will make Human Pot PIE!" Quasimodo said as they got straight to the door.

Inside the Main Hall…

Dracula then said many table numbers and said.

"Block his path! Block his path!" Dracula said in a triumphant voice. Many tables zoomed past Michael as they all lined up in a massive wall.

Michael then laughed at it. He then looked back at Dracula as The Count's smile widened.

Michael got close enough to the table wall then leaped off of the table as he flew straight through the small opening that the tables left open.

"Oh, Come on, dude that was nice!" Dracula said as he flew faster towards the table wall. One of the tables then used its covers to hold its hand for prayer.

Dracula then leaped off his table and flew through the same opening that Michael flew through. When he did, he had the biggest smile on his face.

He laughed quite a bit as he leaped from table to table. Until there was no table underneath him.

Dracula fell down but was caught by Michael who was on a table.

"I gotcha buddy," Michael said as they flew out of the main hall and into the hallway. Flying at an incredible speed. They were laughing so hard they could barely keep themselves balanced.

A voodoo doll head shouted.

"Do Not Disturb, people are trying to sleep here!" She said but the two boys took no notice of it.

A Witch maiden was almost finished cleaning up a room until a table flew right for her. She screamed and ran back into the room as the two clothes she was holding flew in the air. Both hit Dracula and Michael in the face.

They both pulled them off their faces still laughing.

But when they did they saw a knight patrolling for the day. Dracula and Michael gasped. The Knight screamed as Dracula and Michael held each other close. Dracula screamed while Michael's eyes bulged open.

They hit the knight as it flew to numerous pieces. The table fell apart too. Dracula had a wide smile on his face while he was on the ground.

"OH HO HO! Did you see that!? Who is that guy?! Sir Brainssolot!" Dracula said as he grabbed the knight's head acting all excited. Dracula got back on his feet.

"Oh, now that. That was fun. Remember that fun you were talking about earlier?! Nailed it!" Dracula said as he grabbed the table covers of what he thought was covering Michael. But when he pulled them off, it revealed the Knight's chest piece. Michael was nowhere to be found.

"Michael?" Dracula said as he looked around for any clues.

He then saw footprints that were too small to be Michael's. Dracula then realized that it was his gourmet Chef.

"Quasimodo!" Dracula said with a stern look as he then ran down the hallway at an incredible speed. With an angry and determined expression.

He ran through the hallways so fast that it left a gust of dust behind him. He ran past Zombie Bellhops and some Witch maids. He turned from corner to corner until he came across Mavis. She shielded herself from being hit but Dracula stopped where he was.

"Mavis? What are you doing? The sun is out, it could kill you my honey-guts," Dracula said as he walked past Mavis.

"I couldn't sleep, Do you know where Michael went?" Mavis asked as she brushed her hair aside.

"No, I don't know where-" Dracula's eyes then widened.

"Why do you want to know?" Dracula asked.

"Oh, uh," Mavis stuttered a bit.

"Do you like him?" Dracula asked as he got close to Mavis's face. Mavis tensed up.

"What, no, come on dad, he's so weird, and awkward, it's like are you an idiot, or do you know you're adorable," Mavis said as she brushed her hair again. Dracula's eyes then widened.

"Eh, Hold that thought," Dracula said as he went to the closest knight.

"Do you have a location on Quasimodo?" Dracula asked the knight sternly but also whispered it.

"Yes sir, They're headed through the lobby towards the kitchen," The Knight said as he could see Quasimodo dragging an unconscious Michael by the shoulders. Michael was much larger than Quasimodo and was difficult to drag.

"Why are you so heavy?" Quasimodo said as he was having difficulty dragging Michael.

"I need them stopped immediately, is that clear?" Dracula said.

"Yes quite, we are on it," The Knight said as he saluted Dracula. The knight then walked forward towards Quasimodo.

Back in the Lobby…

Quasimodo then realized that the knights were after him. Multiple doors opened and more Knights came out. Quasimodo then used every ounce of muscle he could muster to hoist the unconscious Michael on his back. He used every ounce of leg power he had in him to run toward the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the Knights chased Quasimodo through the lobby. Quasimodo almost made it to the kitchen until two knights blocked the entrance with their weapons.

"What is the meaning of this?! Let me pass!" Quasimodo demanded.

"Quasimodo Wilson! You are coming with us!" The Knight on the left said as he tried to grab the small man. The small man dropped the unconscious Michael on the ground and kicked the Knight in the crotch area.

The Knight fell to his knees.

"Why did that hurt me?" The Knight asked. Quasimodo leaped on the knight then onto the wall. He then leaped onto the Chandelier. He laughed sinisterly.

With Dracula and Mavis…

"Look, honey, there's no falling in love at your age," Dracula said as he gently escorted Mavis into the Library.

"Mom was my age. Eunice says mom kissed you first because you were too scared to make the first move." Mavis said with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, then forget about me and mom and kissing," Dracula said.

"Dad, at some point I'm going to get married, I can't be here forever," Mavis said as she walked off.

"What? Why not, you're barely out of your training fangs," Dracula said as he was trying his best to distract Mavis.

In the Lobby…

The Gargoyles eyes started to glow. Then they all flew out of the darkness as they chased Quasimodo. Quasimodo noticed them as he leaped off the chandelier. He dodged and flanked them with his speedy reflexes and agility. Dodging a few of the Knights's spears and evading The Gargoyles.

Quasimodo landed in the middle of the Lobby as both the Knights and the Gargoyles came at him from different directions. Quasimodo then ran towards the knights. He then leaped on the knight's heads as he kicked them off, sending them into the Gargoyles' faces.

Hitting them and throwing them off balance.

Michael was just about to regain consciousness as he sat up straight only to be hit in the top of the head by a knight's headpiece. Causing him to fall back down on his back.

Quasimodo then recovered Michael as he hoisted him on his back.

Quasimodo then took Michael into the kitchen.

Back in the Library…

"But why all the sudden interest? Every time we used to talk about love it always used to be "ooh dad that's gross" and "ooh dad I don't want to know about that," Dracula said as Mavis leaned on a statue staring at it all dreamy. It was pale white.

She started picturing the statue as Michael. She then caressed a finger on the cheek of it, still picturing it as Michael.

She sighed and said.

"I don't know," She said, still caught in a dreamy mood.

The Library Doors opened as a Knight came through.

"Sir, he made it into the kitchen," The Knight said.

"What?! What do I pay you for? Sorry honey I have to go," Dracula said as he then made his way to the kitchen. They followed after but then came back and said.

"He doesn't pay me,"

Dracula then turned into a bat and rushed through the hotel.

In the kitchen…

Quasimodo had tied up Michael in rope and put him over a fire, slowly grilling him. Michael was still unconscious, but he was nearly awake.

It wasn't until Dracula bursted through the door,

"Bonjour Monsieur Dracula," Quasimodo said.

Dracula ignored him as he put out the fire and unwrapped Michael from the rope.

"Shut your hum-hole!" Dracula said as he took Michael out of the kitchen until Quasimodo got in front of them hanging on a chain.

"Now you are helping him? What is it with you and this human?" Quasimodo asked.

"He's not a human! He's The Boogeyman!" Dracula said. Michael started breathing heavily. He tilted his head left to right at Quasimodo.

"Uuuhh, You good Michael," Dracula said with a little nervousness. Quasimodo was growing a bit afraid around the man.

"I've never seen a human move like that!" Quasimodo said. Michael then slowly turned his head towards the little rat, Esmerelda. He then walked towards the little rat as Esmerelda scurried away.

"DRACULA HAS BROUGHT A CREEPY HUMAN TO THE HOTEL!" Quasimodo said as he leaped from chain to chain as he grabbed a frying pan and leaped at Michael. Michael turned towards Quasimodo and grabbed a frying pan next to him. Dracula was just about to use his magic until Michael hit Quasimodo with the other frying pan in the face. Sending him into a crop bot. One that was big enough for him to fit in it.

Dracula was caught off guard by what had just happened. Quasimodo slowly crawled out of the crop pot with a big bruise on the left side of his face. He was a bit dizzy.

"HUMA-" Quasimodo leaped at Michael but never made it as Dracula used his magic to freeze Quasimodo in place. Quasimodo fell to the ground frozen by the magic.

Michael dropped the frying pan in his hand and followed Dracula out of the kitchen.

"Esmerelda, help me," Quasimodo's frozen state said.

A gargoyle poked his head in the kitchen and looked around. He then walked to Quasimodo and looked down at him.

He then grabbed one of Quasimodo's arms and poked his finger in his nose. The Gargoyle left Quasimodo with his finger in his nose.

Haddonfield Police Station…

"16 murders, all in one day. Michael Myers has really done it this time," Chief Barker said as he sat in his office looking at the photos of the victims bodies that were left behind by Michael Myers.

One of the officers entered the room.

"Chief, Dr. Sartain's awake," He said. Barker then sat down the photos and got up from his seat.

He followed the officer out of the room.

Deputy Hawkins was standing at the edge of the bed where Dr. Sartain sat.

"He didn't kill anyone, right?" Hawkins asked.

"No, his attacks weren't so violent and lethal, he knocked out the driver first causing the bus to crash. Then the other two guards pursued him, but when they did…Michael didn't kill them. He simply attacked pressure points. Aiming for the side of the neck and the front part of the shoulders. But after that, he let all the inmates out and that was the last I saw him," Dr. Sartain said in his injured state. He had a cast on his right arm.

"Dr. Sartain," Chief Barker said as he walked to the bed.

"Ah, you must be Chief Barker," Dr. Sartain said.

"Yeah, I see that Hawkins has been asking you about Michael Myers. But is it true? He didn't kill anyone?" Barker asked.

"No, his attacks were less lethal than what I've read about. From what I've read, when he attacks his enemies he has the intent to kill them swiftly and cunningly, but from what I saw says otherwise. I don't know his whereabouts, but Hawkins has told me that Michael has killed 16 people. Correct?" Dr. Sartain asked and explained.

"Yes," Chief Barker said.

"May I see where the murders took place?" Dr. Sartain asked.

"Here, these were the locations," Hawkins said as he handed the papers.

Dr. Sartain examined the locations. He found something oddly suspicious.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to say this, but you're not dealing with just one killer," Dr. Sartain said.

Barker and Hawkins looked at each other in suspicion.

"What do you mean?" Hawkins asked.

"Where are the Strode Women?" Dr. Sartain asked.

To Be Continued…