I felt so happy.

Everything was falling into place.

Laurie was Angel Myers this whole time and I would have to kill my only other friend other than Michael- so be it!

Tonight was our night!

Michael and I would finally be able to release our tensions and our stress!

We'd be able to be together without worrying about those we wanted to slaughter!

I grinned, pressing my hands to my cheeks. I spun around my room, enjoying every second of the day so far.

I let out a loud sigh of content, watching the skirt of my dress flow loosely behind me as I moved.

Tonight couldn't come sooner could it?

I took a moment to collect myself before gradually calming down. I had more to do before I could relax.

I had to find an appropriate weapon to use for the murder. I had to plan out how everything would play out, and think of any backup plans if anything went downhill at some point in the night.

I had to figure out what I was to do with the child Laurie had to babysit tonight.

Kill him? Spare him and remain a stealth killer so he couldn't tell anyone it was me responsible for his babysitters death?

I shook my head slowly and pulled my mask off of my face. I stared at it with a soft smile before setting it down on my dresser and making my way outside of my bedroom and down the stairs.

With a small skip into the kitchen I proceeded to look through the shelves of appliances in search of a murder weapon.

I pulled each shelf open and flipped through the small knives. Butter knives, small cutting knifes, nothing useful.

I groaned and searched the counters, finding a knife wrack holding smaller knives and much larger knives.

I picked up one of the big ones to examine it.

The blade was sharp, thin enough to be able to slice through flesh, but still sturdy enough to be able to handle anything thicker than a few layers of meat.

Perfect!

I bounced on my heels and made my way to the sink where I proceeded to set the knife down and pull out a small towel.

I turned on the sink and dampened the cloth before picking up the knife once again and cleaning it off with the wet rag. I began to hum softly, no particular tune, just small noises to break the silence that filled the large kitchen.

Soon enough, I was done cleaning off my selected knife and wandered to the living room where I placed the knife on the coffee table just in front of the couch. Afterwards I threw myself onto the couch with a groan.

"Good god..." I murmured, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt wash over me.

"I'm gonna kill someone." I added on in disbelief.

"I'm gonna kill someone for Michael!" I continued, somehow trying to justify what I was going to do later in the night.

I sat up slowly, shaking my head.

"I'm psychotic..." I whispered in despair, hating myself for being the person I was.

A moment passed, silence had taken over the living room.

"Shut the hell up. It's one human. There are plenty more." I stated and pushed myself to my feet with a small growl, frustration now washing over me.

Possibly this was pre-murder stress?

Not impossible.

I inhaled a deep breath and twiddled my fingers, "I just wanna get this over with..." I huffed under my breath and ambled towards the front door to get some fresh air, hoping to calm my nerves.

I took a step outside and reached the steps that lead down to the sidewalk. I took a seat on one of the stairs and watched the clouds roll overhead, some white puffs managing to cover the rising sun for a few seconds.

I rubbed my eyes slowly, taking slow breaths.

I lowered my head and closed my eyes, "He'll be proud of you... Stop worrying..." I continued to try and convince myself tonight would be alright.

I bit my bottom lip and raised my head again, glancing around the neighborhood to see what was going on.

It was practically a ghost town at the moment, other than the man standing across the street from me.

Wearing a boiler suit and an eerily white mask.

He was staring at me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, my eyebrows furrowing in the process.

I carefully stood up and stared back, the wind beginning to pick up as I did so. Which in the end caused my hair to blow to the side, the end of my dress following suit. I tilted my head in confusion, only to see the mysterious stalker return the action emotionlessly.

I gasped softly and quickly turned away, returning to the interior of my house to keep my distance from the unknown man.

I shut the door and locked it- just in case.

"What the hell?" I mumbled, unsure of the creepy scenario that had just taken place before my very own e/c eyes.

I took a step away from the front door and inched towards the front window, peeking out to see if the man was still watching my house.

He was completely gone. Poof.

I pursed my lips and blinked quickly.

Whoever he was, hopefully I wouldn't have to see him again.

With that thought now out of the way I left the living room and made my way upstairs to continue readying for the big night.

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I did my makeup; eyeliner, mascara, dark tints of eyeshadow, some lipstick, just to add to the creepy yet beautiful look I wanted for my costume.

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, a small smile stationed calmly on my face.

With a content clap of my hands I left the bathroom and returned to my room. I sat down on my bed and stared at the wall.

Now that I had to wait for Laurie's school day to finish, it felt as if I had nothing to do but wait around and be bored.

How many hours had I been waiting?

I stood up and peered into the hallway, my gaze finding the large clock that sat at the end of the hall.

Okay.

I still had a hard time reading clocks...

The sanitarium didn't do a very good job of teaching me normal everyday things when they were trying to rehabilitate me.

I bit my bottom lip and ran my fingers through my hair, narrowing my eyes on the clock as I began to focus in on the numbers that circled the small pointers.

"8:47..." I mumbled, that sounds good.

...

"In the morning? Or... Afternoon?" I added hesitantly.

...

A groan forced its way out of my mouth while I hurried back into my room and plopped down onto my bed.

I closed my eyes and embraced the mattress.

Maybe I could sleep for a few hours? I could wake up later and finish getting ready.

And then I could hurry over to the house Laurie will be babysitting at!

I smiled calmly, shifting onto my side and curling into a ball.

A little bit of beauty sleep would do me some good.

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