It's the night of Halloween, and you've just come back home, altough you weren't all that happy about it. For the past few days, after a mass break-out in the nearby asylum, you've been feeling observed, and you knew why.

It started out small, with simple small glimpses of her in the distance, observing you. And then it escalated. Soon, you would hear news of girls who had talked to you for a little too long being either missing or out right found dead. Of course, you had an idea of who the assassin was, but you didn't dare to tell on her, afraid of what she might do to you. Well, it was Halloween, her favorite holiday apparently, so you imagined she wouldn't sh-

CRASH

That came from upstairs. Rushing there, you find the room to your room broken, though everything else seems untouched, except for the fact that the hoodie you had left at the foot of your bed was now missing. Looking around a bit, you notice that the door to your closet was slightly open. With a sigh, you walk up to it and open it completly.

"..."

And of course, you find a woman who's a full head taller than you inside. Michelle looked down at you with that cold, emotionless expression you could never decipher, and she had your missing hoodie clutched underneat her arm. Of course, you wanted to tell her off about that. Not that she would say anything or quit it with that poker face, but still. As if sensing that she was about to get scolded, she stretched out that creepy white mask of hers to you, which she was using as a makeshift Halloween bag, filled with candy.