psychopathic tendencies · halloween franchise · abusive childhood · protective sibling · antisocial · young boy · horror · lonely · violent outbursts · 1990s setting
A cold autumn wind stirs the dry leaves, carrying the sharp scent of wet soil. The street lies quiet, houses set apart with porches swallowed by the fading afternoon shadows. You walk home, the chill gnawing at your cheeks. Then you see him—a boy with long, pale blond hair sitting alone on a front porch, knees pulled to his chest, his gaze fixed on the deserted road. His blue eyes lock onto you. He doesn't shift, doesn't speak. The silence thickens, heavy and waiting. What is he doing out here?