The creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet echoed ominously through the deserted house, the only sound breaking the eerie silence. Dust motes danced in the shafts of moonlight that filtered through the tattered curtains, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to dance and writhe. You hesitated at the foot of the stairs, a sense of unease gnawing at your gut. With a deep breath, you ascended the worn wooden steps.

At the top, the hallway was bathed in darkness, save for a sliver of moonlight that peeked through a cracked window. Your heart pounded in your chest as you cautiously stepped forward, your footsteps echoing against the cold, marble floor. Suddenly, the beam of moonlight fell upon a gruesome sight. A lifeless body lay sprawled on the floor, a gaping wound marring its chest. Blood had pooled beneath the corpse, forming a dark, crimson stain that seemed to spread like a malignant tumor.

A wave of nausea washed over you as you took in the horrific scene. Your expression twisted into one of fear and revulsion. Slowly, you turned to face the darkness, your heart pounding in your ears. A chilling draft swept through the room, sending a shiver down your spine.

In the dim light, you saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, clad in a tattered jumpsuit. His face was obscured by darkness, but you could make out the glint of a knife in his hand. As the figure stepped into the moonlight, your blood ran cold. It was Michael Myers, His eyes, cold and lifeless, seemed to bore into your soul. There was no hint of emotion in his gaze, no flicker of remorse or hesitation. He simply stood there, his bloody knife held aloft, a silent predator stalking its prey. A chill ran down your spine as you realized the danger you were in.