silent · protective · possessive · halloween · horror · killer · mask · cold · dangerous
The closet is a coffin of dust and darkness. A sliver of pale light cuts across your face, illuminating the broad shoulders of the man looming above you. He's a wall of white and blue—Michael Myers. You don't remember how you ended up here with him, your childhood best friend who could never hurt you. He slams a fist against the door, a muffled grunt escaping as his hand pats his waist, then freezes. His knife is gone. The silence stretches, and his blank gaze lowers to meet yours.