Little Jimmy Hall was the sweetest boy around. You usually think that 7-year olds are rambunctious or disobedient, but Jimmy wasn't. But this was in public.

At home, Jimmy had some problems. He was loud, disobedient, and quite scary at some times. He loved horror films though. If you locked him in a cage and made him watch Friday the 13th everyday for a year, he wouldn't whine or cry.

One day, little Jimmy was sitting in front of the television set on a Saturday afternoon. Of course, he was watching his favorite horror movie, Halloween.

"Daddy?" He questioned.

"Huh? Oh, what's up pal?" Mr. Hall answered.

"I wanna be like him!" Jimmy exclaims while pointing at the screen.

Me. Hall sat up and focused on the television. Michael Myers was killing his sister at that point.

Mr. Hall's jaw dropped. "Jimmy, that's what bad people do. And bad people go to jail. Do you want that?"

"I won't get caught daddy. I'll show you." Jimmy says calmly, turning his head back to the screen.

Mr. Hall quickly got up to find Mrs. Hall. When she heard this news, she was distraught.

"Jimmy, may we talk?" Mrs. Hall questioned.

Jimmy nodded. She scooped him up and sat him in her lap.

"Jimmy, why do you want to be like that bad man?"

Jimmy let out an irritated sigh. "Mommy, he gets to do everything. He gets to hurt people he doesn't like!"

"Jimmy, you can do whatever you want! Just not a killer. You can be a surgeon. You can explore the different parts of the body without hurting anyone!" She told him.

"Okay mommy. I'll try."

The next morning, Mrs. Hall woke up because she heard noises coming from Jimmy's room. As she opened the door, she was in shock. All of his stuffed toys and action figures were torn apart. Some heads were on sticks, bodies on strings.

"Jimmy! What happened?" Mrs. Hall cried.

"I'm a surgeon! But I'm a mean surgeon." He exclaimed, with a smile on his face.

"Why do you want to be mean? You will be punished if you are mean." She said calmly.

"MOMMY!" Jimmy screamed while stomping on the ground. "I'll show you! All of you! I can be just like Michael Myers!"

Mrs. Hall ran out of the room and to the phone. She called a therapist, for she got Jimmy in right away.

After the therapy...

Jimmy ran into his room and flopped on his bed.

"Did you learn anything young man?" Mr. Hall asked.

Jimmy smiled and nodded. "Yes daddy. I don't want to be a bad man. Imma be nice!"

"That's my boy! Get ready for bed."

Little Jimmy got into bed and said goodnight. After an hour or so, he checked if his parents were in bed. They were. He tip toed out into the kitchen and found a nice sharp knife. He held it up to his face and smiled. He walked to his parents room and opened the door. They were sound asleep. He walked up to the end of the bed. Mr. Hall sat up about five minutes later.

"Jimmy, what's wrong?"

"I had a bad dream." He said with his hands behind his back.

Mr. Hall patted the middle of the bed and laid back down. All of the sudden, Mr. Hall felt something impale him in the chest. He opened his eyes to see Jimmy leaning over him.

"Showed ya daddy. Now let's go show mommy."