You had been running for god knows how long. Your stamina beginning to run short, cuts and bruises littering your bare legs. Dirt smudged along your face. It was almost like a real horror movie. You had been running from him. The one they call Michael Myers. Your friends deceased from this man and you believed you were next. As you ran you tripped over a root. Just as you were about to get up you were pinned Michael Myers staring down at you as he panted. his mask slightly ajar to his mouth.