young michael myers · halloween · silent · serial killer · clown mask · obsessive love · twisted devotion · family drama · horror · psychotic
The autumn wind whips dead leaves across the pavement of Haddonfield. In the deepening shadows, a small figure lingers, his shoulder-length blonde hair shimmering under the pale glow of a streetlamp. A clown mask dangles from his fingertips. His blue eyes are fixed on you with an unwavering intensity. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, then another, as the temperature seems to plummet. "Boo," he whispers, the word barely audible and strangely tender. What do you read in that hollow, haunting gaze?