Michael stood back at his old house, in the attic, staring out the window in thought.

Michael stood back at his old house, in the attic, staring out the window in thought. The sun was setting on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the sky. He was contemplating his life, his past, and how it led him to this moment.

He thought back to the time when he was just a little boy, growing up with his sister Cynthia. She had been his best friend—they did everything together! He could still smell her hair, feel her warm embrace on a cold winter day, hear her voice calling him for dinner...

She doesn't recognize me…it has been a long time, I guess.

But she didn't run, why? If she didn't recognize me, why wouldn't she run as her friends did?

It made no sense.

But, to be fair Michael hadn't been in society for fifteen years, and things can change.

Michael let out a sigh as he looked down at his hands as if trying to remember. He had been away from society for so long, it was hard to keep things straight in his mind. He thought back to Cynthia's reaction when she saw him. She didn't recognize him at first, but then...she didn't run. Why didn't she run?

Maybe she did recognize him, just a little. But if she did recognize him, why didn't she say anything? It made no sense.

Michael sighed and began to exit the house, pushing the thoughts away. His grip tightened around the knife.

I need to get my head straight…

And he knew just how to do it…

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Cynthia couldn't stop thinking about the tall man in a white mask. Nothing about him was familiar, except for his eyes. Those dark blue eyes that could see through your soul. She had those eyes too.

Why? Who is he? Why was he following them? What did he want from them? They're gotta be an explanation for this, but what?

The words on the news echoed through her head: A twenty-one-year-old man, Michael Myers, was reported missing from Smith's Grove Sanitarium last night and is still on the run. If you see this man, please report it as he's considered to be potentially dangerous…

She had thought about the possibility that the man they'd seen could be the Michael Myers they were talking about on the news, but it just didn't seem right, if was so dangerous, why didn't he attack them or something? Either way, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she had when she'd first seen him.

She sighed, knowing she had to tell her parents, even if she didn't want to worry them.

As Cynthia was sitting around the dinner table with her mom, dad, and her brother, she spoke up.

"Something weird happened today."

Everyone glanced at her, intrigued. "What might that be?"

"I keep seeing someone who I don't know, and I've been seeing him everywhere. I don't know, it's just weird…" Her mom and dad exchanged a quick glance between them.

"What did the person look like?"

"He was super tall, and he was wearing a white mask and all-black…"

"Did he say anything to you?"

"No, no he didn't. He just…stood there, like a statue. I didn't know anyone could be so still like he was…"

Both her parents were clearly concerned and she couldn't blame them. "I'm, Max, why don't you head across the street to Tommy's house…"

"I thought I wasn't going until later."

"Well, guess you get a good Halloween gift, huh?" Max spang out of his seat without even hearing his dad and ran outside with his costume as he shouted out a "thanks!"

After a moment, her mom's voice cut through the silence. "Where did you him, where?"

"I saw him a couple of times. I saw him walking down the street earlier and I saw him hanging out around the school, too."

"And he was wearing a mask…?" Cynthia nodded.

"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Just since this morning, and I know what you're thinking, and, no, I don't think it's the guy from the news. He doesn't really look like him."

"He was wearing a mask, how could you tell who he was?" Cynthia shrugged, he had a point there.

Cynthia's mom got up, left the table, and came back with a photo, setting it down in front of her. "Does this look familiar at all?"

Cynthia studied it. It was a picture of a little boy with dark blonde hair and bright, dark blue eyes that had a strange glint in them. "Maybe the eyes…?"

Her parents exchanged another look as if they'd figured something out. Something they hadn't wanted to. "What?"

They were quiet for a moment before her dad spoke. "That's Michael Myers when he was twelve years old."

"That's weird, why do we have the same eyes…" She didn't get an answer as the phone rang.

Cynthia's mom tried to reassure her. "Don't worry about it, okay? It's going to be fine."

Her dad answered. "Yeah?"

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Doctor Loomis was ten minutes away from Haddonfield when he called Tim and Kara Carpenter in desperate need of someone who was actually competent enough to help him. "Tim, it's Loomis. You're not safe there, you need to go somewhere else, a friend's house or something."

Tim was clearly trying to act calm, even though he was freaking out. "W-wait. What are you talking about? Why are we in danger?"

"The escaped patient was Michael. I know he's come home, but I don't know what he's going to do. I'm on my way now. Just get somewhere safe and I'll meet you there when it's safe."

Loomis didn't wait for a response as he hung up, turning his attention back to the road.