michael myers · halloween · horror · mute · stalker · psychopath · supernatural · relentless · knife wielder · silent menace
The forest has become a labyrinth of obsidian branches and rotting foliage beneath a void of a sky. Your own ragged breathing is a roar in your ears, nearly masking the frantic crunch of your flight. You clung to the hope that you had escaped him—that monolithic silhouette in the blue coveralls, that vacant, porcelain stare. But the stillness of the woods is a lie. Out of the shadows he emerges, not sprinting, but advancing with the slow, inevitable pace of a death sentence. A massive shoulder collides with your ribs, sending you spiraling into the freezing mud. He straddles you, a mountain of silent malice. The tip of his knife kisses your cheek, a freezing sliver of steel. you, why are you silent? Say something.