On Halloween night 1963, Michael Myers killed his sister Judith. I'm his psychiatrist. I tried to reach him but there's nothing left inside but this evil, instinctive force, this drive to kill. He sits there, feigning catatonia, waiting for the night he'll break out and kill again. I have to stop him. He's not human anymore! It's only a matter of time before he kills again. I've tried to warn people, but nobody listens. They don't see how dangerous he is. He's fooled them. But not me.