First of all, thank you to everyone who read/reviewed Screamtorious. It was an awesome first experience in writing FF! To the people who asked about a sequel, all I can say is the idea has crossed my mind.

Thanks to KnowMyNameNotMyStory for editing and assisting me with this, you're fucking awesome.

*WARNING* THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH *WARNING*

Haddonfield, Illinois

"Car eighty four responding to the four-one-five at the old Myers house, Campbell and King on scene."

Two men stepped out of their squad car and into the chilly autumn air in Illinois. Leaves littered the streets, blowing past houses decorated with Jack-O'-Lanterns and spooky lawn props. The two officers walked up the stairs of a once beautiful Victorian style house, passing the TP'd front lawn and an old, decrepit 'For Sale' sign.

"Fucking kids." Chief Deputy King spat, tearing down toilet paper from the front door. "Always messing with this place."

"It's almost Halloween, what do you expect? Besides, what better way to end your boring career, than with a week full of disturbance calls?" The rookie, Deputy Campbell joked.

"Yeah you wish you could get rid of me that easily, I still have till the end of the the week, and that's including Halloween." The chief deputy eyed the place up and down before turning to his partner. "Speaking of Halloween, you do know whose house this is, right rook?"

"How could anyone in this town not remember."

"Thankfully this generation seems to have forgotten. Now this is just a rundown house used for pranks and parties."

"You know, I've always wondered what really happened here. You hear a lot of crazy stories growing up." The rookie pondered as he followed his commanding officer into the house and onto the creaky floorboards. Under the floorboards, dust trickled down into the shadows of the basement and onto the outline of a figure lying dormant.

"I was there you know." Deputy Chief King revealed as the rookie's jaw dropped.

"What?! And you never told me?"

"Yeah I'm not so boring now, am I?"

"You gotta tell me how it actually went down!" Deputy Campbell pleaded.

"Alright, alright. I was a youngster, just like you actually. But after what I saw that night I left Haddonfield."

"Why did you come back?" The rookie asked, while the deputy chief got lost in his thoughts.

"Huh? Sorry, my mind wondered."

"I said why did you come back to Haddonfield?"

"No matter where I went, I was haunted by what I witnessed here that night... and one day I just decided I couldn't run away anymore. I had to come back and face my demons."

"How poetic." The rookie cackled.

"On the bright side, if I hadn't come back, I would not have met my wife."

"Poor Mrs. King!" Deputy Campbell teased. "So, can you tell me what happened?"

"Maybe another time, we should get back to work."

"C'mon, please! All these things you hear growing up, I want to know if they are true!"

"I'd rather do my job." The senior officer scolded.

"Yeah because busting potheads behind Haddonfield High is a blast." The rookie thought for a moment. "How about this, I say what I've heard growing up over the years, and you can correct me if I'm wrong."

"Fine, ask away, but only a couple of questions."

"Okay first things first, was it true he was like gigantic, like almost seven feet tall?"

"No that was a myth that got blown out of proportion. He was just a man, like you and me."

"That's somehow creepier."

"Yeah exactly, you can easily spot a giant. But with him... he could blend in, especially on a Halloween night."

"Okay, umm.. Oh! Was it true Dr. Loomis shot him like twelve times that night?" The rookie asked, taking a seat on the dusty couch.

"That's what he said at the time. Who knows, he could have just grazed him, or Loomis could have missed completely." The chief reminisced, taking a seat across from the rookie.

"Yeah that's true. But suppose Dr. Loomis did shoot him that night, he just got up and walked away from all that?"

"Scary to think about isn't it?"

"Nightmare fuel." The rookie replied. "But why did he do it?"

"Kill all those people? I don't know, nobody ever had enough time to ask, not like he'd answer anyway. Most people would say he was just insane. There were others however, who believed he was cursed.

"Cursed?" The rookie asked, perplexed.

"Bunch of nutcases. They said it was an ancient curse that dated way back before our time, where tribes would mark one man who would have to sacrificially kill his family in order to save the rest of the tribe from droughts and plagues."

"That's an...interesting theory. So what now? Do you think he's just resting in the countryside somewhere? Scavenging and living like a hermit?"

"You're asking the wrong guy. Officially, he's dead."

"Maybe he's finally, you know, at peace or whatever. Think about it, if that curse thing really was the reason. All of his family is dead now. What other reason would he have to go on?"

He hesitated for a split second. "O-of course. Myers is long gone."

"Why'd you stutter?"

"Nothing. No reason. It's the dust, allergies. Let's get out of here." He said, getting up off the chair and starting for the front door.

"You know something don't you? C'mon, tell me!" The rookie pleaded, stopping the older deputy from heading to the door.

"I can't say anything. Especially not in this house."

"Who's gonna know? C'mon!"

"No! We are leaving."

"Please. Please. Please. Pleeeease?"

"When did you get so damn annoying?"

"I'll take it to my grave, I promise!" The rookie whined.

"You better not say a goddamn word to anyone, you got that?" The Chief Deputy ordered sternly.

"My lips are sealed, I just wanna know!" The young man exclaimed giddily.

"Fine!" Deputy Chief King caved in, taking out a handkerchief and wiping off his forehead. "You're lucky I'm retiring, or we wouldn't even be having this discussion." He took a deep breath before continuing. "Apparently, the Myers' bloodline isn't exactly...dead."

"Wait, what?! What do you mean?" The rookie couldn't handle the suspense.

Deputy Chief King sighed, using the handkerchief on his forehead again. "I hate talking about this shit. See what you are doing to me Rook?"

"The story, chief!" The rookie egged him on, as he was dying to hear anything and everything about the town's haunted past.

"Okay, okay. Well, you know how the sheriff keeps the Myers' file locked in his office and doesn't let anyone near it?"

"We still have a file on Myers?" Deputy Campbell asked.

"You didn't hear it from me." The older deputy exhaled before continuing. "Anyways, this morning, a woman calls, asking for the file, claiming she is related to him."

"What did you say?" The rookie inquired, completely immersed in the story.

"I, of course, tell her I have no idea what she's talking about. So, she hung up."

"That's anticlimactic." Deputy Campbell frowned.

"Let me finish. Not even five minutes later, I get a call from the sheriff telling me to expect a call from that woman again and to send the file wherever she says."

"Hooooly shit. Hooo-oh-ohhh-ly shiiit." The rookie started to freak out. After dramatically recollecting his composure, much to the dismay of the deputy chief, who stood by watching the whole thing unamused. "So you're saying... Michael still has family out there?"

"We only talked once, but I guess so."

"This is huge! I need to talk to her! Wow! A Myers is still alive! She could be a celebrity here!" The Rookie rambled.

"I don't know about that."

"Why not!?"

"People in this town don't like being reminded about those times. Kids may tell stories but the older folks, the people who lived through those incidents… They don't want to remember. I sure as hell don't."

"Fine she'd be infamous, but still a celebrity." The rookie tried to process the situation. "Whoa. Wait, so you talked to Michael Myers' last known relative as recently as this morning and you waited 'til now to say something!? Why'd she want that file?"

"I'm not too sure. We didn't talk for very long. But the sooner it's gone the better, it's like a bad omen to this town."

"She has to know Michael hasn't been seen or heard from in over thirty years...right?"

"I'm guessing she does."

"Did you send her the file already?"

"Not yet. I still have to mail it. That's why we're sending it right after we are done here. It's in the car, ready to be mailed."

"Maybe I can flip through it before we mail it?" His superior officer glared at him. "Fine, fine. But still, good for you Chief, moving on with your life."

"Hell, I won't be moved on until I'm off on a beach with my family somewhere, with all of this behind me and out of my mind."

"Well, you know I love a good party. We should totally-" The rookie was interrupted by a loud thud from the basement. Both men froze in their tracks, a slight look of terror on their face as what sounded like footsteps from below echoed up to their floor.

"Kids still here?" The rookie whispered.

"Or a vandal. Let's check it out." The chief deputy pointed towards the door that led to the basement.

"No one's been down there in awhile." The rookie observed, wiping off the thick layer of dust he got on his hand from opening the door.

"Haddonfield Sheriff's Department. Identify yourself!" Chief Deputy King shouted down into the darkness of the basement.

"Come out now!" Deputy Campbell added, to no response.

"You go outside, go around and come through the cellar door in the back. I'll go through the basement door." Chief Deputy King ordered, not taking any chances with an intruder in the basement.

"B-but-" The rookie pleaded.

"Now!" The rookie hesitantly stepped away and headed towards the back. The deputy chief took a deep breath as he slowly descended the staircase, each step creaking louder than the last one. Finally making it to the bottom, the experienced deputy realized just how dark it actually was down there. Despite it being early in the afternoon with the sun shining bright, the basement was pitch black, with zero light leaking in from the outside. He drew his flashlight from his belt and started heading towards the back of the basement.

"Hey Rook?" Deputy Chief King called out. Nothing stirred. It seemed as if the air stood still in the dark atmosphere. He walked to a corner of the room, taking a deep breath as he reached an old door. His hand stopped just before the doorknob, shaking, unsure if he wanted to know what was behind it. He tightened the grip on his pistol, then flung it open, jumping back when a cloud of dust erupted from the room.

"Jesus!"

"Christ!"

Both deputies screamed as they bumped into each other in the darkness. The rookie bursted out in laughter.

"You could have given me a heart attack." Chief Deputy King chastised.

"I'm soooo sorry!" The rookie apologized sarcastically, wiping away the tears from laughing so hard.

"Let's just get out-" King put his hand up to try and block out the light. "Get that damn flashlight out of my face will you?!" He commanded. The chief deputy watched as the rookie's facial expression morphed into that of pure terror. Before he even realized what was going on, he felt a hand grab the back of his neck. The sharp pain made him tense up, which accidentally caused him to discharge his firearm. The next thing he knew he heard a second gunshot, then a horrible pain in his chest as if all the air in his body was drawn out of him. He fell onto the floor, bringing along his flashlight, which cast the perfect spotlight onto the rookie sitting against the wall, clutching his neck with both of his hands, trying to stop the bleeding. The rookie's flashlight landed in his lap, aimed upwards, revealing the figure's white mask as he stood over the deputy. The figure stepped over him and headed towards the stairs. Chief Deputy King managed to muster every last bit of energy he had and grabbed onto the figure's leg, trying to prevent him from escaping. It was to no avail, as the masked man easily powered through his grasp without breaking stride. The deputy's vision went blurry as he could barely make out the figure moving it's way up the stairs. Last thing to cross his mind was the envelope that sat in the squad car - already marked and addressed.

[…]

Hours later, cop cars surrounded the Myer's residence, a scene that played out so many times in the past. The sheriff walked under the yellow tape and into the house, prepared for the worse. He made his way down to the basement, walking up to the medical examiner.

"What happened?"

"From the looks of it, it seems like cause of death for both men are gunshot wounds, one to the neck and the other to the chest." She said, kneeling down next to the dead bodies, pulling back the white sheet and inspecting the wounds.

"But these were good men..."

"Maybe something startled them, or they startled each other down here in the dark. Wish I could tell you something better, but that's what it looks like. I'm sorry Sheriff." She laid a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

The sheriff paid his respects and went back upstairs. Refusing to believe this, he found the officer who was the first to arrive on scene.

"Where is their car?" He asked the first responder.

"There was no car, sir."

"What, how?" He asked, confused.

"My guess, a Halloween prank."

"A Halloween prank?"

"Yeah, some kids see an abandoned squad car. Think it's a perfect chance for a 'double-dog dare.' You know kids."

"Yeah... kids." The sheriff muttered, unconvinced.

It can't be a coincidence this all happens at the Myers house. Not when it's this close to Halloween. He thought to himself.

"You're stressed Thomas. No one can blame you either. Get out of here, get some rest, you'll feel better. We'll take care of it."

The sheriff got into his squad car as his mind started to race, triggering his flashbacks. He took a deep breath, trying to regulate his breathing. His head was pounding and his chest tightened. The week of Halloween was always the worst time for him. His bad memories always flared up, resulting in his 'condition' being worse this time of year. He dug into his pocket until his hand hit what he was looking for. He popped the top off the bottle, pouring two pills into his hand. He had his hand up to his mouth ready to swallow his medication when he felt his breathing settle and his headache slowly melt away. The sheriff exhaled in relief, returning the pills to their container before taking off. He arrived at the police station not too long after, heading directly to his office. He rifled through the drawer where he kept the Myers file, finding it to be empty. He was hoping that his chief deputy had sent the file already, as the alternative was far too frightening. His thoughts were interrupted by his ringtone. Frustrated, he answered his phone.

"Yeah?" He snapped.

"Hello to you too." It was the medical examiner from the crime scene.

"Sorry."

"I found something of interest, on the back of the sheriff's neck. Almost like a hand print, but it's too early to tell."

"So you are saying someone else WAS there."

"I'm not saying that exactly, I can't be sure, but it's a possibility. Probably a homeless person right, you don't think..." The medical examiner on the other line trailed off.

"I don't know what to think. Thanks for informing me, I gotta make a call. Keep this between us." The sheriff hung up and punched a new number into his phone. Within ten minutes, he found the location of the missing squad car and was on his way out to a diner/garage trucker stop on the outskirts of town.

The sheriff pulled into an almost deserted parking lot, noticing only a cop car and a couple of vehicles parked in 'employee only' spots. He walked up to the squad car, door still open, and noticed something on the floor. It was an envelope containing the Myers file, both the county's files and Dr Loomis' notes still intact.

He read the shipping label, only being able to make out H.A., Los Angeles, California, the rest being illegible. He put the envelope into his own squad car, and swiftly made his way towards the front door. Drawing his weapon, he cautiously entered the diner.

"Sheriff's Department, anyone here?" He called out, not getting a response as he walked into the deserted diner's main dining room. The sheriff inspected a cup of coffee, seeing steam rise from above the cup. He peeked behind the counter, finding a waitress with a kitchen knife still stuck in her chest.

He froze as he felt an icy chill go up his spine.

"Hello Michael." He greeted, not having to turn around to know who was there. He spun around to a truly terrifying sight. A man stood across the diner from him, looking no different from the night he last saw him. His white mask hiding the evil behind it, and the dark blue mechanic coveralls still littered with bullet holes. This was a day he had been dreading for the past sixteen years.

"Why are you back, Michael? WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" The sheriff yelled as he raised his gun and fired until he heard the clicking of an empty magazine. He rubbed his eyes violently, realizing he was firing at thin air. He stumbled back onto a stool at the counter as he was hit by the flashbacks again. He dropped his weapon as his hands shot up to the sides of his temples, the cause being a horrible headache. He staggered to the kitchen, splashing his face as he finally calmed down. The sheriff turned around and nearly jumped out of his skin, seeing the chef of the diner laying in a pool of his own blood farther back in the diner's kitchen. Around this time another deputy came through the doors of the diner, weapon drawn. Finding the sheriff, he holstered his firearm.

"You alright, sir? I heard shots."

"Yeah I'm-I'm fine." The sheriff reassured as he made his way into the garage area of the building, followed closely by the deputy.

"My god, what happened here?" The deputy asked as both men found the mechanic of the garage bloodied and beaten, strung up in chains. The sheriff also noticed a vehicle was missing from the garage.

"Just keep the place locked down and keep everyone out of here. If anything gets out, this was a robbery gone bad. You got that?" The sheriff gave instructions as the men left the building.

"Yes sir." The young officer followed to the sheriff's car. "What are you going to do?" He asked through the open window of the squad car.

"I have to stop it from happening again." The sheriff's squad car screeched out of the parking lot.

Los Angeles, California

October 29, 2011.

"Hey Cat!" Tori greeted her redheaded friend as she walked down the hall.

"Oh, hi Tori." Cat responded with a tiny smile.

"What's wrong?" Tori asked, thrown off by Cat's unusual attitude.

"It's my brother. My parents said he isn't doing very well."

"Is he sick?"

"No. They thought this hospital would help him, but I guess not. So much for moving to Idaho." Cat murmured.

"Oh, I'm sorry Cat... hey, we can have a sleepover party at my place this weekend? It'll get your mind off things." Tori offered. "C'mooon, being sad and alone is a bad combo." She gave Cat a small nudge, trying to convince her.

"Thanks, Tori but I won't be alone."

"Oh yeah, your roommate." Tori recalled. "Sam, right? How is she?"

"She's fine." Cat answered, not into the conversation.

"We can still have a slumber party if you want."

Beck, Andre, and Robbie made their way down the stairs of the school, joining Tori and Cat at Tori's locker, although they were already in the middle of their own conversation.

"We gotta go today, before all the good costumes sell out!" Robbie insisted.

"Go where?" Tori asked as he peaked her curiosity.

"This new SUPER HALLOWEEN store!" Robbie gushed, pulling up their website on his PearPhone.

"Wow, looks hardcore." Tori said as she looked at it's website.

"They should have exactly what I need." Robbie added, excitedly.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Andre asked. "Little bo Peep again like you did in 8th grade? Or do you do still have that costume from the spring recital?"

They all chuckled at the thought of Robbie dressed in pantaloons and a bonnet.

"That was one time! And it was for my sister's drama production!" Robbie defended.

"Alright, alright. So tell us what are you really going to be for Halloween?" Tori asked.

"Not yet, once it's all in place, I'll tell you guys. Wouldn't want to give you false hope," he said proudly.

Tori, Beck and Andre held in their chuckles, saving Robbie what's left of his pride.

"What about you, Andre? What are you thinking of going as?" Tori asked her best friend.

"Well my uncle-"

"The real estate agent?"

"Yeah, the real estate agent. He sold a house to a bunch of hippies last month, needed to make the house to their liking so he's got a bunch of stuff at his office he said I can have. Probably got some cool threads I could wear."

"You've been awfully quiet." Tori stated as she turned to Beck. "Any ideas on what you're going as?" She asked.

Beck shrugged, uninterested.

"Well you can always just go as 'Lame Canadian Boy Without A Costume' as a last resort." Andre joked, to everyone else's amusement.

"What's so bad about Canada?" Beck defended.

"Let's see, their money, their army, their accents, their-" Jade contended, joining the group.

"Okay, okay. I get it." Beck caved. "What are you going as?" He added, his question towards his ex-girlfriend.

"Tawny, duh." Jade replied, to a collective groan from the group.

"Don't you think that's a little… I don't know, overused?" Tori spoke up.

"Not as much as your goody two shoes get up," she spat back.

"I'm not a goody two shoes!"

"Oh yeah Vega? And what are you going as?"

"Well, if you must know, I'm going to be... an angel," Tori revealed as Jade scoffed.

"Sweet Sally Peaches going as an angel, how original!" Jade mocked.

"What made you want to be an Angel?" Andre asked.

"My dad was watching Angels in the Outfield the other night and I felt like being an Angel for halloween!"

"Wow, I almost died from your lame story."

"Hey! Don't make fun of me because I don't like being an undead murderer. I think Halloween should be a good time." Tori replied back.

"Stick to angels and fairies Vega, you couldn't pull anything else off anyway." Jade spat.

"Like you could pull off anything that's not creepy and murder-y."

"I could pull it off better than you."

"You, nice? Yeah right!"

"Is that a challenge, Vega?"

"Bring it, West."

"Alright." Jade said as she pondered for a moment. "You go as Tawny from The Scissoring for Halloween-"

"And you go as something you've never been in your entire life, an angel." Tori spat back.

"Fine." "Fine." Both girls growled, staring daggers at each other.

"What's going on here?" Andre whispered to his best friend.

"I don't know, just don't get involved." Beck whispered back.

"Hey what's wrong Cat?" Robbie asked full of concern, noticing Cat staring down at her feet, deep in thought.

"What's the matter, Red? Find out Santa isn't real?" Rex chimed in.

"No... wait he's not real?!" Cat looked more worried than before.

"Shut that puppet up before I put you both through a woodchipper." Jade spat.

"It's her brother, he isn't doing very well. I guess that institution in Idaho isn't all it's cracked up to be" Tori informed.

"Damn that sucks, Cat. How about we all go do something after school, it'll take your mind off of it." Andre suggested. The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

"How about it Cat?" Tori asked. "Just not that Halloween store, something not as intense. How about the mall?"

"Kk." Cat agreed unenthusiastically.

"Awh, c'mon, cheer up!" Tori patted her on the back as the bell rang. Cat appreciated it, feeling a little better as the group headed off to their respective classes.

[…]

Jade sat in class, bored out of her mind as the teacher up front droned on and on. She put her head in her hands, quietly sighing. She already could feel herself slipping into a dream state. Her sleeping habits have been horrible lately, only staying awake in the day thanks to giant amounts of coffee.

"Psst, Jade." Tori whispered from a couple of desks away, interrupting her thought.

Jade eyes shot open, but her head stayed in her hands. Not caring about what Tori had to say at the moment, she tried ignoring her.

"Psssstt, Jaaade!" Tori whispered again, this time almost whining.

Giving in to her, Jade sat up.

"What?" Jade asked, obviously irritated.

"Geez, Jade. A little ganky today?"

"I already accepted your stupid challenge, what more do you want?" Jade asserted.

"Pushy too." Tori grinned, earning a glare from Jade. "Okay, okay, I wanted to know if you wanted to be partners."

"Partners for what?" Jade inquired, a little confused.

"The ancestry project, weren't you listening to-"

"Did you not just see me with my head in my hands?" Jade cut in, rolling her eyes. She turned to the window, looking out at the scenery of the Fall weather outside, her favorite time of the year. She scanned the outside view, looking for anything to distract her from this class.

"Anything interesting out there?" Tori, who by now had taken the seat next to Jade.

"Depends, do you find a tow truck interesting?" Jade asked sarcastically.

"Depends, what's it doing?" Tori answered innocently, missing Jade's sarcasm.

"It's just sitting there. It looks empty."

"That's weird. I wonder what happens if a tow truck parks in the wrong spot or something. What do you do? Call another tow truck? Has a tow truck ever had to tow another tow truck?" Tori quirked her eyebrow in thought. "Anyways, about this project-"

"I didn't say yes, Vega." Jade spat, cutting her off.

"You didn't say no either." Tori pointed out.

"Nooooooooo." Jade dragged on, getting in Tori's face so she would hopefully get the message.

"Okay, Tori and Jade." The teacher called out, marking down the groups. Jade sent a harsh glare towards Tori as she smirked, unfazed by Jade's unpleasantness.

"Why do you insist on working with me anyway?"

"Well, we're friends-"

"We're not friends."

"and this could be a great way to get to know each other more." Tori continued, ignoring Jade's usual gankyness.

"No. This," She picked up the project sheet Tori set on the desk and waved it in front of her face. "is stupid."

"Well, we're partners now, so deal with it." Tori stuck out her tongue as the bell rang.

Both girls got up to leave, heading to the last class of the day. As Jade was packing up her things, she dropped a pencil that rolled over towards the window. After picking it up, she glanced out the window again, noticing the empty space where the tow truck was. Thinking nothing of it, she headed off to her next class.

For people who aren't familiar with the movie series Halloween, the background will be explained throughout the story, as the characters themselves learn. For people who do know about the movies, I spent quite a bit of time picking and piecing together the retcons throughout the timelines to form one coherent timeline. Feel free to PM me or leave a review with any questions on that, I'd be more than happy to answer them.

See you in October, thanks for reading.