Ghostface X Michael Myers Novels & Stories

Michael's sudden aggression caught me off guard. Micheal stood up suddenly, and fear gripped my heart as he pulled off the mask, revealing a scary old face with a large scar. "M?" I muttered, my gaze unfocused. "Micheal is M, M is Micheal. Why is Micheal so old? What's..." I suddenly felt the whole room spin before I blanked out.

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

Grace stood arm-in-arm with a slightly gray-haired man, smiling in a way that looked both sweet and forced. The second our eyes met, shock flashed across her face. Then it turned into pure malice. The man beside her noticed me and guided Grace over. We lightly clinked glasses. Before he could say anything, Grace spoke first. "I didn't expect to see you here. It's been a long time." The businessman looked surprised. "You know each other?" he asked in heavily accented English.

A bright and stunning smile appeared on Michael’s face that made everything pale in sight. Hayden’s lips twitched, completely astonished at how fast Michael's expression could change so fast! If he hadn’t known that Michael was a famous doctor, he'd have thought that Michael was an actor instead. Not to mention that the person had a good and hot figure that would put models and stars to shame. "Thank you!" Zenos and Xavier secretly exhaled in relief upon seeing everything settled easily.

And it wasn’t letting go of me! A cold wind howled through the crumbling sanctuary. The creatures snapped to attention, their bodies still and waiting. And then, from the darkness— Mike stepped forward. My blood froze. It wasn’t just Mike standing there. It was something else wearing his skin. His black hair was slicked back, his cruel smirk still in place—but his eyes were silver now. Not like the First Ghost Wolf, like mine. No. No, no, no. "Surprised?" His voice was silk and venom. "You didn’t think I’d let you awaken alone, did you?"

Even though I had been the one to reveal the truth, it still came as a shock to be right. “I can’t believe it's really you,” I whispered. My voice barely carried over the roar of the sea. The man in front of me, no, not a man, but a phantom wearing a mask made of flesh and lies, smiled faintly. “Oh, it’s me, Michael.” His tone was calm, almost tender, but it chilled every bone in my body. “You just never thought I would crawl back from hell, did you?” Fernando stood a few feet away, motionless, the wind tearing through his expensive suit.

Her eyes went wide with shock: tiny skeletal remains slipped out. She froze, watching in horror as the bones instantly shattered, turning to a fine dust that vanished before her eyes. Ghouls rushed forward, sickles raised to cleave her. Suddenly, Horan surged between them. He cursed with every ounce of his being, delivering a bone-jarring kick to the face of each attacker. "I don't give a damn about bad deeds in times like these!" he spat. "Jennet, get up!" Horan nudged her leg, his voice sharp with urgency.

Grayson licks his lips as he says, “You look handsome, Michael. Is there a special occasion I should know about?” “You're a smart ass besides; look how good my tan looks in this shirt.” Grayson laughs. “I am still not sucking your dick, no matter how good you look.” I pout my lips, giving him puppy dog eyes, and he drops to his knees, reaching for my zipper; I shove him stepping back, laughing, “Get in the car Grayson you fucking idiot.” “There is a bright side to all of this, Michael.”

Michael had tried pulling the car door twice before and realized he needed an assistive device, so he was extremely surprised to see that this guy could easily make the car door fall off with just one hand. - He died. – Michael spoke up after a few minutes of checking the driver's body. Next, he took out his phone and called the police station, asking his teammates to send a crane to assist so that traffic would not be congested. The only clue was interrupted, making Samson extremely disappointed, he could only turn his head to look at his sister in regret. - Can you show me your face? Sorry for this rude suggestion but… Before Michael could finish his sentence, Samson took off his glasses,

“Yes, where do you think I’d be?” “You went inside the forest and disappeared! I tried to find you everywhere but couldn’t!” A gasp escaped my lips, and I felt the boiling of my blood before the pain in my cheeks burned. My eyes grew larger and I felt their sting, I raised my hand to Michael and saw him in black; he was a dead silhouette; a liar.