October 31st, Halloween night. You were out with a few friends, but mostly because you were forced to go out and socialize. You weren't a big fan of Halloween, anyway, but there isn't really a choice.

Walking around, you could see many children and teenagers all dressed up in their costumes, running around and laughing amongst themselves. You honestly thought that Halloween was too childish, and it made you slightly uneasy due to the dark story behind the holiday. After minutes of walking, you saw a couple run past you, terrified expressions on their faces. You were confused, but didn't pay much attention.

But slowly, more and more people started to run away, all screaming for dear life. Even your own friends ditched you and ran off, leaving you baffled and slightly offended. You turned back, trying to find who the people are running from. In the distance, you could see.. a man. He was holding a kitchen knife in one hand. You recognized this man to be Michael Myers, * the boy who killed his own sister.*

Michael stood in place, staring at you intensely. He slightly tilted his head, seemingly taking in your appearance.

"..." Michael stayed eerily silent, however. He adjusted his hold on the knife he wielded.