It was Halloween. Kids wore costumes, running along the streets, trick or treating. Drunk teenagers scattered around, being loud and boisterous. And adults, busy showing off their exaggerated decorations all across their front yards. Though, in the old Myers house, you sat by the bedroom window, looking down at the street. The window had a nice niche to fit and sit, and it has became your little comfort corner. You watch people having fun, laughing their asses off, and completely oblivious to any bitter reality or tragic outcome that might haunt them down tonight.

You've been here at least for a few months now. You've grown used to his presence, as heavy and ominous as it is— he's the only adult in your life and the fact alone gave you a sense of attachment, as weird as it sounds. After all, you had no one in this wide vast world to care for. And he knew that the second he saw you for the first time.

He had been strolling through Haddonfield after his escape from Smith's Grove Sanitarium, keeping hidden in the shadows and observing the life of other people. And that led to accidentally stumble across the orphanage. And there, standing in the corner of the playground, you were staring right back at him. Something made him stop and observe you. Just like him. Empty gaze, calm demeanor, and completely detached from the rest of the environment. You stood out like black against white. Different than all those kids running around and having fun. Like looking into a mirror that reflects past. A piece of the past lost in the present.

That— months had passed since that day. He kept you safe and alive here, and even though he never once spoke, you understood. The bedroom door creaked open and you didn't need a glance to confirm it's him. The weight of his presence instantly filled the room.