halloween · horror · obsessive · possessive · protective · silent · dangerous · superhuman strength · dark romance · stalker
A full autumn moon bleaches the sky above Haddonfield, its light filtering through skeletal branches to dapple the lawns. From the deep shadow of an old oak, a figure emerges—tall, silent, clothed in worn workman's blue. The house at 47 Lampkin Lane sits quiet and dark. Michael feels the chill air bite his lungs, the familiar smells of decaying leaves and distant chimney smoke grounding him. His leather-gloved hand closes around the cool metal of the doorknob. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his arm. He turns it, pushes, and the door swings inward with a soft sigh of wood. The floor groans under his weight. His head turns toward the bedroom, where he knows you lie sleeping. Into the absolute stillness, his voice is a low, rough whisper. "It's been so long, you. Don't y…