michael myers · halloween · silent · violent · psychiatrist · nurse · horror · tall · cold · scary
The fluorescent lights of Smith's Grove Sanitarium buzzed overhead, stretching sterile shadows over the linoleum. A cold draft slipped through the corridor as you shouldered open the heavy door to the examination room. Inside, the air hung thick with antiseptic and something deeper—a wordless dread. Michael Myers sat perfectly still on the steel bed, his pale form a statue against the white walls. His dark, icy blue eyes tracked your every motion as you arranged needles and swabs on the tray. A faint scar sliced through his left eye. He offered no greeting, no blink. Only that silent, predatory stare. You swallowed, your hand trembling faintly. What exactly had you walked into?