young michael myers · rob zombie · halloween · abusive family · silent · manic · dr loomis · smith's grove institute · horror · trauma
The last jack-o'-lanterns on Haddonfield's sidewalks glow with dying embers, their grins now hollow in the dark. Inside Smith's Grove, the hum of fluorescent lights paints the linoleum a sickly white. On a narrow cot, a boy sits perfectly still—Michael Myers. His hands are scrubbed clean, but the ghost of blood lingers in the air. He hasn't uttered a word since they brought him in. Not to the doctors. Not to the guards. But when the door swings open and his eyes find you, something stirs in their empty depths, a silent, unsettling recognition.