'Michael Myers' I gasp in shock, I wrote about him many's of times I just never really payed attention to things like appearances that much. But I wasn't expecting to see him in real life plus He hasn't been active lately.

I smile warmly at the stalker in front of me. I wonder why he came here does he want something from me?!

"Why are you here Michael?" I ask soon after remembering that he doesn't speak. I quickly open a drawer and find a pen and paper for him. I hand it to him and he looks confused for a second but then soon get the idea.

"Was on the paper, I soon paled as I figured out what he was talking about, he was talking about me killing that man. But then he starts writing again, making me look at him confused

"I didn't leave a witness, she'll never say anything! I scared her shitless!" I mumble to him making him look down at me. "Is there any other reason you came here?!" I ask making him tilt his head.

" Once he states that I just figure I can give him a room I mean I have all these bedrooms but only use two, plus I designed all of them myself. I tend to like to do things myself,

"Okay you can stay here let me show you to your room!" I say kinda exited it'll be nice to have someone like me living here, he nods.

As I walk him up to the second floor in my 4 story house not including the basement. I walk down the hall to one of the last rooms. And give him the room with a white wall. Blue bed spread a desk and a tv. I then turn back to him.

"This is all yours, keep the notepad. I'll let you settle in!" I say as he nods and hands me a note.

The note reads I smile down at it. Then look up into his eyes surprised when I see him already staring at me obesely.

"No problom." I say as I walk down the hall and hear his door shut from a distance, for some reason I can't stop smiling. I get ready to go out and hunt.