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The myers house was so clear in my gaze, the darkness of the rotting house compared to the white or baby blue houses that surrounded it keeping my attention and drawing me in.

I sat in front of my bedroom window, watching the day pass by as I struggled to keep awake.

My eyes were heavy and I yawned every few seconds, my hands almost unable to hold my head up properly.

I didn't sleep the night before.

My mind had been too busy trying to comprehend the fact that Laurie Strode was the person i'd been searching for this whole time.

She was the person I had to murder.

I shook my head and slowly turned away from the window, I made my way to my dresser and pulled open one of the shelves before pulling out the special little mask Michael and I had made together all those years ago.

I have to do it.

I furrowed my brows and gently stroked the paint that lay sloppily on the mask.

I have to kill her.

Laurie Strode.

I gently sat my mask down on the dresser, leaving it where I could find it later before exiting my room and wandering to the bathroom.

I had to clear my mind, take a shower, ready myself for the day, call Laurie and figure out what she was doing after school- I had time to do that since it was still very early in the morning, so the young teenager would not be leaving for school until a few hours from now.

I arrived in the bathroom with a shaky sigh and quietly pushed the washroom door shut. I spun around and made my way to a cubby that sat stationed inside of a little shelf against the wall.

I pulled it open and yanked a towel out from inside of it before setting the folded cloth down on the sink counter.

I breathed slowly, calming my body as I unbuttoned my white shirt and pulled it over my head and off of my body.

I shimmied out of my pants and dropped my clothing to the floor before shifting to stand in front of the mirror.

I tilted my head at my reflection and looked down at my almost completely bare body, seeing as I still wore my undergarments I let out a small scoff.

I placed my hands on my hips and shifted a bit, posing as I examined my reflection.

A smirk plopped onto my face as I pictured meeting Michael again- reuniting with him and spending the night alone together.

We could bond.

Touch each other.

Feel each other.

And Michael wouldn't have to be at all distracted because Laurie would be dead at that point!

My heart thumped in my chest and the reasoning as to why I was so willing to kill Laurie returned to my head.

I bit my bottom lip and sighed, allowing my eyes to flutter shut.

"Michael..." I murmured longingly as I made my way to the shower and pulled the curtain open, revealing the bath tub and the shower nozzle that stared down at everything around it.

I leaned forward and turned the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature before taking a step back and undressing myself completely. I then proceeded to step into the shower and gasp as the water hit my face and rolled down my body.

It felt so refreshing.

I raised my hands and ran my fingers through my h/c hair, my eyes falling closed whilst I relaxed beneath the water droplets that covered me.

Eventually, I began to wash my hair and body, the calmness over taking me at that point.

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After a while of cleaning myself off I shut the water off and stepped put of the shower, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my vulnerable frame.

I sighed in relief and dried myself off, only to flip my hair forward and catch it in the towel to dry it off.

I proceeded to carry my clothes back to my room and slip on a nightgown for the time being.

With that out of the way I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, only for my eyes to fall upon the table which still held all four books Laurie and I had been reading just last night.

A frown slowly spread across my face, I turned to the home phone and quickly picked it up to hold it to my ear. I tapped Laurie's number into the phone and waited for her to answer.

"Hello?" An older woman's voice emanated from the other side of the phone.

This must be Laurie fake mother.

"Hi, yes um... Is Laurie Strode home? I need to talk to her?" I requested, hoping the older lady would cooperate.

A moment of silence passed, and I was beginning to contemplate just hanging up and calling later, but then a youthful voice broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Y/n? Hey!" Laurie greeted happily- I could imagine her smiling on the other side of the line.

"Hey..." I mumbled.

"So... I have nothing to do today... But it's also Halloween... So I was wondering if I could come over and hang out with you later?" I asked, biting my bottom lip nervously.

"Oh... I have to babysit today. But I don't think it would do any harm to have a friend over! I'll give you the Doyle's address?" She suggested, a hint of excitement evident in her pure little voice.

I sighed shakily, looking around for a piece of paper, "Yeah, sounds good. Just let me go get a note book or something. I'll be right back!" I exclaimed before setting the phone down on the counter and spinning around to run upstairs.

I made my way to Ms. Olif's room and knocked on the dark door, "M'am? I've got a question? Can I open the door?" I called into the room a d waited patiently for a response to never come.

I let out a heavy sigh and pushed the door open, a horrid smell quickly washing over me and triggering me to gag.

I cupped my hands over my mouth and nose before speaking shakily, "Good lord! Get up and clean yourself! You smell god awful!" I demanded, frustrated by the old ladies laziness.

"I'm not even going to ask at this point. I'm getting some paper and a pencil. If you want them back, get up and get them yourself." I explained angrily before making my way to the elders desk and pulling it open. Inside sat an opened notebook with a page full of neat hand writing. A sharpened pencil sat directly beside it.

I picked both objects up and hugged them to my chest, "I'm not making you any breakfast." I stated to Ms. Olif and quickly left her room.

I returned to the kitchen and set the notebook and pencil down on the counter before picking up the phone and holding it to my ear once again.

"Laurie? Are you still there?" I asked,, waiting as the silence took over the line.

It only took a moment of waiting before I heard the voice of my next victim return to the call, "Hey! Okay, so do you have some paper?" She asked curiously.

I nodded subconsciously, "Yeah." I responded quietly, anxiety suddenly building up in my chest.

"Alright! Well i'll give you the address, go to school then i'll give you a call when i'm at the Doyle's house? Sound good?" Laurie asked, making sure there was a fair compromise with our schedule.

"Yeah." I repeated and waited quietly for Laurie to give the information needed to target her later.

Once she began naming the street and house number I quickly began taking notes, making sure to leave the notebook where I could find it later in the day.

"Okie dokie! See you later!" Laurie exclaimed joyously, saying her goodbyes and hanging up.

I closed my eyes as I hung up the phone, a heavy breath slipping past my lips.

This was going to be a long night-- and there was no denying it.