Michael Myers Looking Past The Blood: Background Information and Chapter One EDITED!!!

Searching the house in a frantic still in the plush soft black towel wrapped around me, still trying to find Michael, hitting my head on the wall once catching a peek of the time as the clock reads, “4:38.” This year trick or treating started early thanks to all the murders we have around here around Halloween, and now that Michael is back I’m sure he noticed the kids. Gasping he was going to go get Laurie, dashing up stairs slipping on bra and panties, a blue corset, and leather pants with the same blood stained boots I was wearing, quickly dashing out running down the road to Laurie’s foster home, foster family repeatedly banging on the decorated spider web door. “Oh hello Nabru what is the matter,” the mother asked a smile on her aged pale face. Gasping for air I rush out the words, “Laurie where is Laurie? Michael is back he is going to kill her! Where is she?” The old woman’s eyes grow wide her mouth agape tears slowly filling her eyes as she cried out to me, “Oh please help her, she is with Rachel her foster sister out trick or treating, they was going down the street Michael used to live…on.” After saying those last words I knew where Michael was at his old house, waiting for Laurie to come stop by, though he wasn’t going to harm her she is just a kid after all. A block away from Michael’s old house I can smell smoke see the burning abandoned houses down the street, the kids terrified running back to their homes some with blood down there faces. ~This happened in my dream, the smoke made the sky black, so the sun would be covered up hiding everything in darkness, to give Michael a advantage to get Laurie. Great,~ I groan in my head speeding up some finding little Laurie running in my direction, falling into my arms, screaming in fear, thinking that I am the one going to kill her. Showing her the face of the one she is in the arms of she calms down a bit, though fear still swam in her eyes. The thumps of steady foot steps grow louder as the male walks towards us, then stopped two feet away. Anger showing in his eyes behind the mask that covered his real face, and I knew I was in trouble, maybe I’ll even die. Ironic.