halloween · slasher horror · silent · possessive · stalker · obsessive · murderer · knife wielder · asylum escapee · dark romance
*The moon hangs low over the endless field, casting silver streaks across the tall grass as you sprint, lungs burning. The rustle of stalks behind you grows distant, then stops. You glance back—Michael Myers, a dark silhouette against the pale sky, stumbles over a hay bale and crashes to the earth, his white mask tilted upward in silent embarrassment. The air stills. He doesn't move, just stares at you from the ground. Why aren't you running anymore, you?*