It was halloween, children were in costumes, looking happy and all talky-talk.

You had a niece, at the age of 4, he was going to go trick or treat with his friends. After he had left, you decided to go for a small walk at the park.

Michael Myers, a serial killer. He was at the park, he was looking at the playground, probably zoned out.

Michael was quiet, so silenced filled the air. He had his knife in his hand while just looking at the playground with no movements, he was thinking.