Michael Myers Halloween Book Novels & Stories

My hand flashed forward to grab it. I held it tightly like my life depended on it. The doorknob turned. “Come out, come out, wherever you are,” Mike sang in a rhythmic haunted melody. I backed away into the most cornered part of the room. My chest rose and fell with each breath. I heard a few loud thuds at the door until it burst open. I saw Mike’s foot flying against it. He stepped inside, scanning for my presence. His face turned monstrous. He looked extremely pleased, but very disturbing in the eyes.

Michael says quietly , seeming on edge ; if his glares at Jace were of any hint . " Where's the book ? " Jace asks again , seeming annoyed by the blanter they put forth . Michael drops it on the coffee table with a slam recieving a glare in return from Jace . Regardless , he picks up the book and observes the cover and index . " It seems to be it . " He starts flipping through the pages in search of the weapon section . I take a seat beside him and lean back on the couch , resting my chin on my hand . " Are you sure it's here ? " I asked and on cue the section of weapons is opened and he turns through all sorts of things . Guns , swords , poisons ..

This man was a very bad werewolf. "I want my mommy and my daddy. You are bad men." He declared, starting to shimmy his way out of bed so he could go and report these bad men to his parents. They were strangers after all, and his parents had always taught him to be afraid of strangers. He did not get far. Before his small legs could swing down the bed, the second man produced something shiny with a sharp end, and poked Michael in the chest with it, drawing blood and immediately eliciting white-hot pain in the boy's chest. The pain wasn't from the fact that the object had torn part of the skin of the boy's chest. It was from something else. Michael opened his mouth wide and yelled as loudly as

I was too eager to see her. "She'll probably show up when it's time," Michael said leading us into the big hall, where the rest of the crowd gathered. There was no sign of Samantha. Just a swam of dark suits and dresses. The hall had small tables stationed on every corner, holding about ten books each. I picked up one book and flipped through the first page. Trigger warning. "Holy shit," my eyes widened as I read through the lists. Michael leaned in to read as well. "Who the fuck writes shit that's so dark?" Michael said. He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it.

So for me to feel this way about a guy is hard enough, but a guy that’s not my race is worse; he will die before me, and I will feel that pain tenfold, but if he doesn’t feel the same for me, if we do not get our time together, then I will be doomed to a life of misery. I decided to change out of the clothes that I had picked that morning, even though it felt like days ago. I reached for my plain old black jogging bottoms, a simple white sleeveless top and the old grey hoody Michael had given me one year when it was freezing. Snuggling down, I chose to read to pass the time. The Werewolves library was extensive, and I had only made a small dent in its vast shelves of books. Reaching out my h

“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!”

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Sadie’s voice turned sharp and impatient. Michael didn’t move. Didn’t even breathe loudly. He just sat there, stiff as a wooden statue, staring at the door. Two minutes passed. Silence. Footsteps faded slightly. Michael finally let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand to his chest. He wiped sweat from his forehead. But then— Click. The sound of a lock turning. His body jerked upright instantly. Eyes wide with panic. The door opened. He scrambled to shut his laptop and shoved himself into the wardrobe, curling up inside just as the door swung open.

“Over there. We need to find that book. It’s the only way.” They moved cautiously, their footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. Shadows flickered unnaturally at the edges of their flashlight beams, as if something was just out of sight, watching. “I don’t like this,” Mia muttered, clutching Sophia’s arm. “It feels… wrong in here.” “It felt wrong back at the house too,” Ryan said, keeping his eyes on the dark corners. “But running isn’t helping. Let’s just get the book and get out.” As they approached the urban legends section, Anna stopped abruptly. The book was already lying on the table, as if someone had placed it there for them.

I sighed, letting the book drop—but then a couple of sheets stuck out from some page in the book, and when I took it out, I fixed my eyes on the drawings, and certain familiar words. “Dale plant…wolfsbane…werewolf…spare…hunters,” I muttered these words, partially reading in my mind. My heart skipped a beat each second, as I grabbed the book off the floor, there were more stuffs in there… Just then, I heard the sound of a gun cocked behind me.