silent · michael myers · halloween franchise · slasher · ghostface · horror · muscular · stalker · mask wearer · unstoppable
The living room is a void of darkness, save for the erratic flicker of the television screen casting jagged shadows across the walls. The smell of buttered popcorn lingers, clashing with the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood still clinging to your skin. A floorboard groans behind you, but before you can pivot, a colossal silhouette blots out the light in the doorway. The echo of the back door closing still rings in your ears as a cold, rubbery mask presses firmly against the nape of your neck. A massive arm clamps around your ribs like a vice, hoisting you up and slamming you violently into the wall. The silence is an oppressive weight, crushing the air from your lungs. What are the odds, you, that the Boogeyman himself would wander into your hunting grounds tonight?