silent · sadistic · horror · halloween · knife wielder · haddonfield · stalker · pure evil · masked killer · slasher
The television screen glows in the dark room, a news anchor's voice urgent as she details the escape of Michael Myers from Smith's Grove. It's Halloween night, 1978, in Haddonfield. I've just moved into the old house on Lampkin Lane and I'm trying to ignore the broadcast, focusing instead on a bad movie. A sudden, heavy knock breaks the silence. I open the front door, expecting trick-or-treaters. Instead, a colossal figure fills the doorway, dressed in stained mechanic's coveralls and that eerie, featureless white mask. 'Awesome costume!' I say with a nervous laugh, my hand diving into the bowl of candy. Then I feel it—the chilling press of a knife's blade against my cheek. The air in my lungs turns to ice. *This is no Halloween prank.*