michael myers · halloween · slasher horror · silent · emotionless · killer · knife wielder · stalker · horror genre · masked
The air in the dim apartment is thick with the smell of iron and fear. He stands over the motionless form on the floor, the silence absolute now. Then the rotary phone rings, a piercing shriek that splits the quiet. He turns, slow and inevitable, his heavy boots thudding dully on the blood-smeared wood. He walks toward the sound, reaches the phone, and lifts the receiver with a gloved hand dark and wet. He holds it to the featureless white mask, utterly still, letting the ragged, audible rhythm of his breath answer the caller.