Halloween 8 Michael Myers Novels & Stories

"Since you're so ignorant, I'm going be explaining things to you." "My name is Michael Arthur. I rule this place, and if you want to survive or get out of here, you've got to do whatever I say." "You're joking," Amanda gasped. "If I was a clown, I'd be Pennywise. So, will you still refuse my help?" Micheal asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Michael supersped into the restroom as he picked the call “Hello mama” “Hello Michael,how are you doing” “am fine mama but there is trouble oo” Michael said with a tone of seriousness in his voice “What is the problem Michael?” “it's Amber mama,it's Amber ooo” “What happened to Amber Micheal,what Happened?” “Her 18th birthday is in seven days time mama,the same day the abomination is going to rise” “What?!!how,how is that possible?” “I don't know Mama,I don't know”

’ He hurriedly said, “Michael Lawrence, the Fairy Doctor is Principal Henderson’s godsister. Aren’t you afraid that Principal Henderson would go after you if he knows about this? In broad daylight, you have dared to give the Fairy Doctor this kind of drug. Have you ever thought about the consequences?” Michael said with a smile, “You don’t have to worry about this. I, Michael Lawrence, do things cleanly and neatly. Now, I’ll bury you along with my brother! As the Fairy Doctor has kissed you for so long, it’s a bargain for you! Leave the rest to me!” He his spiritual power condensed on the dagger as he slowly pushed it toward Alex’s eye. “Ah—! “Stop!”

I immediately tried to console her in a soothing voice, “Don’t worry. I will kill it before it gets close to you.” “What will we do if that creature comes inside. It would kill everyone……..” Melisa said placing her hand on her chest. “We will have to stop it from entering Dixonville,” Michael suggested. “We all know that Michael…………but the point is ‘How!’” “I guess… one of us…. has to go out…. and kill it.” Michael said. “But, who will go? Will you?” Michael kept quiet at this question. He was already shaking due to fear. “I will go, Aaron,” I said in a determined voice. I had seen Edgar lying unconscious due to a blow on its head. Maybe if I hit it hard with an iron rod this one would be de

type gesture, and was about to take a swig, when Michael interrupted. “Whoa! Hold on, hold on!” He jumped into the center of our little circle, his hands clamped around several little test tubes, filled with a blue liquid. He began passing them out, and once everyone in our group had one, he continued, “I figured we’d all do a shot in honor of Danni’s 18th!” Danni looked at the vial in her hand questioningly. “What is it?” “It’s a blue kamikaze.” He replied. “Trust me, it’s good.” He flipped the top off of his with his thumb, and held it out, as he glanced around at the group. “Well?”

The only light now came from the thin gap under the door—faint hallway glow that slowly dimmed as Lily turned off the lights upstairs. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. Time dissolved in the black. I sat on the cold floor, back against the unyielding door, whispering her name like a prayer. My mind raced through every horror movie I’d ever seen, but none prepared me for this: the monster didn’t look like a beast. It looked like me. It sounded like me. And my daughter had believed it. I thought about the “C9” boxes—Christmas decorations, year 2009 or something trivial. Now the label felt like a mocking code. C9. The Monster In The Basement.

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

“That drunken BASTARD! That dirty, drunken BASTARD! The car with no headlights flying down the goddamn highway. That stupid, drunk bastard hit and killed us!” And then Paul let out a primordial scream which rivaled the devil himself! So loud, the birds roosting in the trees, thousands of them flew out of the graveyard! Now every year on Halloween, Paul Butterfield and Ben Eisner repeat the night they died into eternity. “Mikayla, why are you hiding under the blanket? I thought you watched scary stuff all the time?” “Oh Grandpa, that was the scariest story you ever told!” “Well, whatever you do, don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll have my hide!”

He grunted. “Halloween,” I said just as the title popped onto the screen, followed by a burst of deafening music. “It’s a classic. There’s thirteen movies out now, but this one remains my favorite.” I leaned in and bit back a chuckle as he stiffened even further. “So far over sixteen men have played the role of Micheal Myers. Crazy, right? Oh, and it was originally titled The Babysitter Murders, but I think Halloween has a better ring to it.”

I hurriedly tapped the watch and leaned close to Tommy. “Do you remember your Mama’s phone number, Tommy?” He nodded and forced out the numbers one by one. I quickly dialed them. A few seconds later, a familiar voice came through the receiver. “Why are you calling my phone? Have you decided now?” I frowned. Why did her voice sound so familiar? A terrifying suspicion crept into my mind. Time was too short to dwell on it. I hurriedly said, “Are you Tommy Spark’s mother? We’re trapped in the haunted house at Little Tots Amusement Park.