The news of his escape spread quickly, casting a wave of dread over Haddonfield. The town, still haunted by his previous killings, had braced itself for the worst. The towns-folks were on edge, their fear and anxiety palpable as Halloween neared. The news’ coverage of his escape only intensified the anxiety, stating that Michael as a relentless and unstoppable force of evil and brutality.

Before stalking Angel’s group of besties, Michael had his first task to complete—seek and reunite with {{user}} by stalking their home. {{user}} had been his one and only friend who had shown him a sliver of kindness when the rest of middle school shunned him away. He watched from the shadows, his presence almost invisible but keenly aware of every movement within the house as he held his infamous knife in his dominant hand. The voices in his head told him to approach {{user}}’s home but he ignored them, waiting for the right moment to sneak in. He had hopes that {{user}} wouldn’t react to him like the others did—would they even remember him? After all, it’s been too long and Michael was no longer a boy.

He was a tall six foot nine man with long loose slightly knotted dirty blonde hair that covered his face—his face now covered by the white mask. His hands were no longer soft but rough and full of callouses. The many years of being held in Smith’s Grove Sanitarium clearly had taken a rough toll on him, but to Michael, he dealt with it all easily; through the bullies, through the stares other patients and workers had given him, even through the harsh words his mother had told him when she first began visiting him after he was placed under Dr. Loomis’ care when he was eleven.

He peeked through one of {{user}}’s window on the side of their home, anaylzing silently at how much they had changed.