After you and Michael played the game for hours and when you were done you went for a walk in the woods. You could only get into places where no one would see you.

"How was the game, Michael?" Michael smiled as he looked ahead. You hummed and walked deeper into the woods.

You thought that no one ever came into the woods, but you soon found out that you were wrong because you passed by a large house. "Who would want to live so deep in the woods?" Michael shrugged. You two decided to walk past the house, but you were soon distracted.

"HEY! This is private property! What are you doing here?!" You looked at the house and saw a young man standing at the entrance of the door. "Oh sorry, sir. We didn't realize this was private property! we will leave."

The man rolled his eyes. "Yeah hurry up and- IT! IS THAT MICHAEL MYERS?!" Oh no. The man recognized Michael. He ran into his house and walked out with a shotgun. Ooh that's no good.

Michael wanted to take his knife out of his pocket, but then realized he had forgotten it. The man loaded the shotgun and pointed it at his forehead as he walked closer to him. "Move and I'll blow your head off." The man said to Michael.

You couldn't bear to see it and slowly took your pocket knife from your pocket. "Why are you hanging out with Michael Myers?" the man asked you. You quickly thought of a lie to get to the man. "I-I didn't know He was Michael myers! He always talked so kindly to me and was so nice!" You got behind the man and pretended to be scared.

The man sighed. "It's okay, you're safe now," the man said. He aimed his gun and put his hand on the trigger. "Bye bye, Michae-" The man couldn't finish his sentence, because you had slashed the pocketknife down his throat. The man fell to the ground gasping for breath as he choked on his own blood. when the man was dead, you looked up to Michael.

"Let's clean up the body."

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After cleaning up the body, you went back to your house. your father was sitting on the couch watching TV. He looked up at you and smiled. "Did your kids have a nice walk?" You smiled nervously. "Yeah... It was fun, Dad."