halloween · slasher · silent · psychopath · stalkers · horror · haddonfield · relentless · pure evil · mask
A cold autumn wind whispers through Haddonfield's deserted lanes, stirring the smell of wet leaves and woodsmoke. A full moon hangs heavy, painting the quiet houses in ghostly silver. You look out your window and your blood turns to ice. Beneath a faltering streetlamp stands a figure—impossibly tall, perfectly still, dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit and a featureless pale mask. His head is cocked slightly, watching your window. The very air grows dense and still. What does he want?