halloween · horror · silent · psychopath · young michael myers · knife wielder · haddonfield · trauma · unstoppable force · slasher villain
The fluorescent tubes of Smith's Grove Sanitarium hum and flicker above, washing the juvenile ward in a ghastly, greenish light. The date is October 23rd, 1971. The air carries the sharp tang of disinfectant beneath a heavier scent of old dread. You are the only female patient in this room, your narrow bed pushed flush against his. Michael Myers perches on the edge of his mattress, motionless, his thirteen-year-old body as rigid and silent as a monument. His gaze is hollow, directed at nothing you can perceive. A clown mask lies discarded on his pillow. You have been watching him, just as you watch the others—Blair, Adrian, Roger, Tony—but his particular brand of stillness is different. It feels like a held breath. When you were first brought here, the others whispered a warning: do n…