Romans & histoires Halloween 8 Michael Myers

Halloween 1986 On this special Halloween night, Sunny, James, and Rory had made plans to go to a nightclub located in Baltimore City. This nightclub was called The Golden Hammer, and it was a very fun place to be as it had big hair bands that performed rock music on stage. The Golden Hammer was a former brewery built of solid brick with high ceilings and exposed wooden beams, which gave it a really unique look. This club brought the biggest names in the music world together for packed, sweaty, and unforgettable performances. It was known for throwing spectacular Halloween parties every year, with elaborate decorations and costumes that added to the overall atmosphere. It was truly a hotspot

Michael called me and said, "I got the magical alarm, who did you kill, Drax?" I replied, "Rogues," and he said, "Is the blood lust over or do you need me to come down there and suck your cock?" I cursed him, "Fuck off, you fucking fairy, my cock is too good for you." Michael laughed and said, "I am still stationed in Europe for a few more years, so be good." I told him I was good after he had sung to me to calm me down. My instinct is always to go to Michael for anything, even with my blood lust, I killed so many rogues, I was a raging bloodaholic, and I trust him with my life still after all these years. He hug me for fifteen minutes when I came back, and I must say I had missed the fuckin

Chapter 3 Michael's POV [You're a murderer. You think no one knows, but I do. You're a murderer, Michael. You remember five years ago? The world will know about you now!] Horror gripped me, my mind racing with Emma's sudden return and its connection to the ominous message. Memories of that fateful night five years ago flooded back. I knew someone else probably knew about the incident of five years ago. Someone aside Emma and I knew about Bella's death. Bella; my little sister. Who on Earth would send this message?

“Why can’t he just step out of the car!” Vivian shouted loud enough for Ichabod to hear. “I told you darling! He is a fucking Vampire that’s why!” Michael mumbled into Harmony’s ears as he held her around the neck, ignoring her whimper of pain. Harmony was coughing. She kept holding on to Michael’s hand which was around her throat. Vivian was freaking out and Ichabod was looking at them… Why was he not doing anything?

Hans sighed. "Really? Tell us about everything you got on him. Since we are dealing with someone like Michael, we need to know everything." Connor said, sitting on the large arm chair. Hans sighed, perching on the high backed chair that faced them. He knew that he needed to share what he had found in Orlando even though it was a very sad story. What Michael had done to the chef was nothing short of evil. He had literal chills when his men were giving him the breakdown of all that happened and he knew that Michael was the literal devil himself.

We had huddled together for comfort and answers, but now we were frozen in fear, staring at the threatening figures that had barged in. My breath caught as I saw the leader of the menacing group step forward. It was Michael, the same Michael who had just deceived us. He had always been mysterious, but now he looked twisted and evil. His once-familiar face was filled with malevolence, and his eyes were no longer warm brown but bloodshot and hungry. The other men with him were just as horrifying, with distorted bodies, coarse fur, and bloody claws. It was a nightmarish scene, and I had to hold back a gasp.

“I’ve ran some tests on you, so don’t lie to me. You are all monsters and I can’t believe that I played a part in making all of you invade us!” “We are not invading you!” I scream at him. “Now let Tonya go and talk to us properly. I can prove to you that his son Aidan is alive. He’s nowhere near dead. We are not monsters, Michael. Hanson is. Now think about it and drop the gun.” The gag around Tonya’s mouth slides down, and she whimpers, “Don’t let Hanson get into your head, Michael, please listen to Ares….” Those simple words seem to trigger a series of reactions in Michael’s face. From angry to shocked, his expression changes. I thought he would finally listen to me. I thought this meant t

"Her old grandma that is sick of a brain tumor. Hazel is the one that is looking after her after Samara eloped" "Oh, I see" "I am so sorry for the trouble she caused you. She is not always like this. During Halloween season, she always acts weird" Hazel said and all this while, Willow did not respond to whatever they said as she was deep in thought. "Who is the Piper she is talking about? She kept talking about blood, vaccine, rituals, zombies, and a man on a momo mask" the sheriff glanced at Willow who was staring into space now. "Oh, Piper is our friend"

He has entered my personal bubble, making me a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. "Uh-huh, this resort is the best, and we thought we would come here to reconnect as a couple." Shit. That's what I'm doing with Maddox. Am I a goddamn cliché for bringing him here? Not good. "Yeah, it might be a good place for doing just that," I smile at my new friends, still bothered by the man's nearness. He looks down at me and then seems to realize something. His posture changes, and he shoves a hand at me. "I'm Michael Myers, and this is my wife," he doesn't even look at her. "Deborah Myers."

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.