"I can't believe it's Halloween already! What are you going to go dressed as Catherine?" One of my classmates asked excitedly.

"I'm not going." I replied with a sigh.

"Oh that's right, you weren't invited were you?" Another of my classmates said with a laugh.

"I was invited"

"Then why aren't you coming? Don't you care about your social status at all?"

"I don't care what others think about me. As for  why I am not going I don't like Halloween. I don't know why. I just don't like it." I replied with a frown.

"Who doesn't like Halloween? You get to dress up in a costume, bob for apples and other cool games and let's not forget about all the free candy." One of my other classmates replied.

"You are such a freak!" One of my classmates replied shoving me causing me to fall to the ground.

"Leave my sister alone!" Charity growls glaring angrily at our classmates as she helps me to my feet putting her arm around me protectively. "Are you alright Catherine?" She asks in what seems to be genuine concern.

"Yeah I am fine. Besides they are right, I am a freak." I reply somewhat bitterly.

"Catherine don't say that. Your not a freak, your a beautiful young lady."

"Yeah right." One of our classmates replied laughing.

"What are you laughing at? My sister is beautiful and anyone who says otherwise will answer to me!" Charity replied balling her fists angrily.

"Sorry." One of our classmates replied putting up their hands in surrender. "Since when did you start caring about her anyway?"

"Yeah Charity? What gives?" Asked another of our classmates. "Are you playing some kind of game or something? You've never cared about that freak before."

"I said Don't call her that!" Charity growled grabbing ahold of the kids collar. "Listen well, all of you! It's true, I have been cruel to Catherine. I've made fun of her and played cruel practical jokes on her, but I've had a change of heart! If I find out that anyone has made fun of or hurt my little sister in anyway, I will not hesitate to beat the crap out of you. Do I make myself clear?"

"Sure Charity, whatever you say." Our classmates replied.

"Sheesh I wonder what's gotten into her?" One of them whispered as they walked off.

"Catherine, would you like to go to the party tonight?"

"I don't know Charity. I don't have a costume and the other kids are just plain mean. I don't want to give them any more reasons to make fun of me by not showing up in costume to a costume party." I replied with a sigh.

"Well then let's go get you one." Charity replied pulling me towards the car.

"I bet all the stores are all out by now and it's too late to get one from eBay or someplace like that." I replied with a sigh.

"We won't know until we try." Charity replied pulling up to the local Walmart. As I suspected most of the costumes were gone. Ultimately the only costume well actually it wasn't a costume but rather a fleece pajama onesie. I chose the Harley Quinn/ clown pajama onesie even though clowns terrified me.

As I tried the pajamas on over my clothes out of the corner of my eye I spotted a man wearing a white mask staring at me. When I glanced up again he was gone. I shuddered Who was this man? Why was he staring at me?

When we arrived at home we were greeted by a strange old man. "Thank God you are all right." Dr. Loomis said as we approached the house.

"I'm sorry do we know you?" I asked confused.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners? My name is Dr. Loomis."

"Can we be of assistance to you?" I asked. Before Dr. Loomis could reply the door of our house slammed open.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I swallowed and began to tremble refusing to look him in the eyes. "Get your sorry behind in here now!" He growled  his eyes flashing in anger as he grabbed my arm roughly. "What did I tell you about taking to strangers huh? And where the hell have you been?"

"You were supposed to be home an hour ago! Well,'don't just stand there answer me girl!" He growled slapping me across the face. He raised his hand to slap me once more but stopped mid slap as Charity stepped in front of me blocking him from being able to continue his assault on me.

"Daddy, stop it!" Charity said blocking him from hitting me.

"Stay out of this Charity, this doesn't concern you honey." Our father replied.

"Yes it does. Catherine and I can't keep lying to our teachers about her bruises and how she wound up with them. They are starting to get suspicious. This has got to stop daddy."

"How dare you speak to me with such disrespect young lady! Either you shut your mouth or I'll give you what I intend to give to her! You wouldn't want that now would you?" Our father growled.

"Yes." Charity replied definitely.

"What did you just say?"

"I said yes. Go ahead, hit me with your belt. Better me than her, she's done nothing wrong."Charity replied.

"She deliberately disobeyed my rules Charity. She is aware of the consequences of disobeying those rules. One way or another She will be punished."

"How come no matter how many rules I break it's always Catherine who gets punished? It's my fault that she didn't come right home right after school. It's my fault that she didn't call home and inform you of where we were going."

"She tried to tell me that she needed to call home and speak to you. I told her that the rule about getting permission to go somewhere didn't apply since she was going to be with me. This needs to stop and it needs to stop now. How can you treat your daughter this way?" Charity replied blocking our father's way to me.

Our father's gaze grew dark "get out of my way Charity! That brat!" Our father said pointing at me "has never been, nor will she ever be my daughter! She was never wanted. The agency told us that we'd be receiving a boy. However, Your mother and I were cheated and we wound up with her instead of the boy we were promised."

"Your mother wanted to send her back but like a fool I refused to send her away. Then your mother left us, and now I'm stuck with her. So I'll treat Catherine anyway I want."

Our father replied all the anger he had stored up in his heart all these years came spewing out. "What happened to my sweet little princess who hated this unwanted brat as much as I did?"

"I wouldn't be alive it wasn't for her. Freddy wanted to kill me and he would have but she offered herself in my place." Charity muttered and my foster father rolled his eyes.

"Sweetheart, that was just a dream. None of that actually happened."

"Maybe so, but Catherine has always looked out for my best interests, even when I didn't deserve it. I haven't been the big sister she deserves and I'm ashamed of that."

"As for you, have you looked at yourself lately? You haven't shaved in months, your overweight, you smell like a brewery, your constantly drunk. If it hadn't been for Catherine, you'd have lost your job on numerous occasions. What happened to the man that I use to look up too?" Charity replied.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you girl. Or so help me..." Our father replied raising his hand as if to strike Charity.

"You'll what? Hit me? Go ahead. Unlike Catherine, I won't lie to everyone about where I received the bruise. My current boyfriend would have your head on a silver platter by nightfall."

"How dare you threaten me girl! I'll teach you!"  He growled just as he was about to strike her I grabbed his hand.

"Daddy don't. Daddy stop!"

"I am not your father!" He replied slapping me across the face.

"I hate to interrupt, but we needs to get all of you to a safe facility before it's too late." Dr. Loomis replied irritatedly.

"Are you still here?" Our father demanded angrily. "Get lost!"

"I'm trying to help you don't you understand that?"

"I am perfectly capable of protecting my family. I don't need the help of some lunatic who claims to be a doctor. Now you have five seconds to get off my porch or I will arrest you for trespassing." My father replied.

Suddenly a flash of lightning filled the sky and I saw the man in a white mask staring at me through the window and I let out a scream. "Oh no. It's too late. He's here. He's going to kill us all." Dr. Loomis groaned.

Suddenly the man came crashing through the window his knife glistening in the moonlight. "Michael stop!" Dr. Loomis begged but Michael pushed him out of the way.

"Run Catherine!" Charity screamed at me blocking Michael's path to me. I watched in horror as Michael drove his knife deep into Charity's stomach withdrawing it quickly. Then stepping over her limp body he walked towards me.

"You monster!!! I'll kill you!" My father growled shooting at Michael barely missing him. "You! This is all your fault!" He growled at me striking me across the face. Michael's eyes flashed in anger. He stabbed my foster father in his arm.

Then in his legs and once in his back. Realizing his only chance for survival was to pretend to be dead, my foster father did just that. Satisfied, Michael continued his advance towards me.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Michael paused a moment looked at me and then drew a picture from his pocket and held it out for me to see. Upon studying it I realized that it was a picture of a baby with a young boy holding the baby close to him.

"Catherine run!" Came the voice of Dr. Loomis from behind us. I looked past Mikey towards the Doctor.

"Why?" I asked confused. This strange man didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me. He was searching for someone. Ignoring Dr. Loomis I turned my attention back to the man in the white mask. "Are you looking for someone?" He nodded again and pointed toward the picture of the baby.

Then cocked his head and looked at me. "Are you looking for this girl?" I asked pointing towards the picture of the girl on the newspaper. Which read "Laurie Strode sole survivor in fatal stabbing murders." Michael shook his head no and pulled out a different picture of him holding another small Baby girl.

"Get away from him Catherine! He's pure evil and he is driven to kill his entire family. He's already attacked and almost fatally wounded his other little sister. He will kill you too. You've got to run." Dr. Loomis replied.

Michael chocked his head and looked at me once and then at the knife in his hand. He seemed to be contemplating wether or not to stab me with it. Ultimately, after looking between me and the knife multiple times he raised the knife above his head, he would have stabbed me had Dr. Loomis yelled in his direction once more.

"Michael stop!"

Charity's breathing was getting shallower by the minute. She groaned and I helped her to her feet. "If I get you to the door do you think you can make it to the car?" Charity nodded as she applied pressure to her wound. As soon as Charity had limped out the door Michael turned and faced me and started in my direction the knife raised high above his head.

"Please don't." I whimpered as tears starting to fill my eyes. To my surprise, Michael lowered the knife to his side and stared at me. He cocked his head once more and studied me for a moment. Then he pulled the picture out once more and pointed at it. "I don't know what you trying to say." Michael pointed at the picture again.

Suddenly, just as he had done in my dream he dropped the knife and knelt down before me and removed his white mask holding the picture out for me to take. I took it from him gently and studied it for a moment. "Is this you?" I asked pointing towards the small boy. Michael nodded. "Who is this baby?" I asked and Michael looked at me as I glanced down at the knife and then back at him.

Instinctively he grabbed it and replaced his mask and stood over me as if to kill me. I too, had failed to recognize him and I too, had tried to trick him. Angrily he stood over me but before I had a chance to react a vision flashed through my head.

It was Halloween night. A small boy no more then 9 wearing a clown mask and costume was being yelled at by a teenage girl and young teenage boy whom I could only assume was her boyfriend. A baby sat crying in the crib.

I watched as the girl's boyfriend kicked the young boy until he lost consciousness and the baby whimpered calling out to him. "Mikey. Mikey?" Then I watched as the girl went back into her room and closed the door as her boyfriend smiled down at the baby.

I began to shudder and wanted to squeezes my eyes shut to block out the vision. I didn't want to see what was happening, but despite my best efforts the vision continued.

I watched in horror as the teenage boy undressed the baby and began to kiss her lingering in areas that he shouldn't have touched let alone kissed. I saw Michael stir and then the vision changed to him being arrested for the murders of the older man & the two teenagers.

Suddenly, I was snapped back to the present and I stared up at Michael as he raised the knife over his head and I heard Dr. Loomis yell "Michael stop! Please stop! Let me help you!!!"

I turned to the doctor and frowned "He doesn't need your help!" Michael paused and cocked his head as if studying me seemingly genuinely confused for a moment. "He says that you want to kill me."

Michael nodded. "I'm the baby in that photo." Michael nodded. "They are wrong you know. Your not a cold blooded killer who doesn't love anyone. You've always protected me. You could have killed me that night, but you chose to spare my life. Your my big brother and I love you, nothing will change that. Even if you don't love me."

"Don't be a fool Catherine! Michael is dangerous! He's a monster! He is incapable of love or any kind of feelings. He's pure evil."

"That's not true!" I replied with a frown. Then turning my attention back to Michael my gaze grew sad. "You stopped loving me haven't you? That's ok. No one else loves me either so why should You? Go ahead, get it over with. Kill me." I replied tears falling down my cheeks.

Instead Michael dropped the knife and knelt down beside me removing his mask once more. I was surprised to so say the least when I felt him gently wipe my tears from my eyes and stroke my cheek.

"Shhh. Shhh." Michael replied pulling me into an embrace. "Don't cry."

Suddenly I spotted my father picking his gun up off the floor and aiming it at Michael. "Mikey Look out!" I screamed whirling around so that I was blocking him from harm. Instantly I felt the sting of the bullet as it hit me in my middle and I fell to the floor and passed out.