I woke up on the floor. I shivered and pulled my face from the puddle of tears below me. The events of the night before seemed like a nightmare but I knew they weren't. I pulled myself onto my knees and looked around the room. I knew I was in the Myers house. This room was pink and decorated for an older girl. Michael's older sister, he killed her here. I couldn't cry anymore and my throat was raw from screaming. I pushed myself off the floor and onto my feet. 

There was something taunting about being able to look outside but not being able to leave. I went to jiggle the doorknob again and it rattled but it didn't budge. I sat back on the bed, waiting for him to come. Surely he would be back but I didn't know for what. I began to weigh my options. I could run, but I did not know this house and he would surely be faster then me. I could hide but the chances he would find me almost immediately were great. I could fight him but the odds of me winning were slim to none and he was much bigger than me. My only other option was to wait, which at this point seemed the safest. 

Finally after sitting and thinking for hours the doorknob clicked and turned. The pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. He was unarmed but I knew his threat didn't just come from the knives he wielded. "Are you Michael?" I asked, knowing the answer. Of course it was him. The boogeyman, in person. He nodded and walked towards me. "I'm sorry." I said flinching away from him. 

Instead of grabbing my hair this time he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the closet. He pulled out a shirt and pants and handed them to me. I looked down at them and then back to him. He gestured to the clothes. "Well I am not changing in front of you." I said, matter of factly. If he wanted me dead I would be dead far beyond this point. He turned around and I changed quickly. He turned and looked at me. "What do you want from me?" I asked. He didn't respond but he turned and walked out of the room, when he got to the doorway he motioned for me to follow him. I trailed behind him closely, trying to ignore the dried blood spatter on the floor. 

He walked into the kitchen area where there was food made and ready, he sat down at the table with a plate in front of him and a plate where I assumed he wanted me to sit. I sat down and looked at him. His mask formed to his face like plaster and when he opened his mouth to eat the mouth of the mask opened. I stared at him eating until he stopped and stared back at me. "Eat." he commanded. I looked down at the normal breakfast. "Why?" I asked. He looked back up to me with eyes that insisted I stopped talking. "Eat." he commanded again. I began shoveling food into my mouth slowly. When we were done he put the dishes in the sink and looked at me. 

"Can you answer a question for me?" I asked, as he turned to look at me. "Why did you let me live?" He shrugged, "everyone needs a friend." His words hit me. I didn't know what to say. "And you think I'm going to be your friend, you just killed my friends and kidnapped me." He seemed like I was lying to him the way he cocked his head when I was talking. "You didn't know those boys." I didn't know what to say, how did he know that? "How do you know that?" I asked as the words came out before I could stop them. "Who am I?" He asked. I wasn't sure what he was asking. "Michael Myers.." I trailed off not knowing what he was looking for. "Exactly, you don't think I've been watching you. I'm not exactly known for keeping strays." I didn't say anything. I was mad. He has been watching me? What does that even mean? I stood and walked back to the room he had put me in and slammed the door, loudly. I heard his footsteps downstairs, he didn't come after me. What was I doing here?