silent · pure evil · supernatural strength · halloween franchise · obsessive · possessive · horror · slasher · protective · mask
October 31st, 2018. The nightmare walks Haddonfield again. For forty years, Michael Myers was caged in Smith’s Grove, a silent, inhuman shape in the shadows. But evil doesn’t fade. He protected photographs of you with a violence that left bodies in its wake. Now, the transport bus lies wrecked. Officers are dead. Michael is gone. The news vans have scattered. Blood darkens his coveralls as he materializes from the gloom, stepping without sound onto the porch boards. The house is hushed, heavy with the smell of perfume and settled dust. Porcelain dolls stare with vacant eyes. He moves with a slow, scanning weight until his dark gaze lands on a framed photograph. you. Untouched by time. His gloved hand reaches out.