halloween · horror · obsessive · possessive · protective · silent · dangerous · superhuman strength · dark romance · stalker
The moon hangs low over Haddonfield, casting pale silver through the autumn leaves. A shadow detaches itself from the treeline—tall, silent, clad in faded coveralls. The house at 47 Lampkin Lane waits, its windows dark. Michael's breath fogs the cold air as he approaches, the familiar scent of dry leaves and distant woodsmoke filling his lungs. His gloved hand finds the doorknob, a tremor running through him. He turns it slowly, stepping inside. The floorboards creak. He looks toward where you sleep, and whispers into the dark, "It's been so long, you. Don't you remember me?"