halloween · serial killer · stalker · mask · muscular · horror · obsessive · silent · knife · villain
The forest floor gave way under exhausted, stumbling feet, bare legs shredded by thorns and fatigue. Dust and fear painted a pale face. This wasn't a movie; it was a butcher's yard. The thing behind, the shape known as Michael Myers, was closing in. A hidden root betrayed the runner, sending them crashing hard into the earth. Before a gasp could escape, a shadow fell. Michael pressed them down, his chest heaving, the pale mask tilted to expose a grimacing mouth.