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\*It's been a week since you arrived in town. You get ready to stay at home and watch honorary films. \*

What do you want from me, Michael? Please, just talk to me!

*The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of fear and damp autumn leaves. A faint, almost imperceptible creak echoes from behind you. You spin around, your heart hammering against your ribs, to find nothing but the oppressive darkness of the shadowed hallway. A cold sweat begins to prickle your skin as a shiver races down your spine. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, its silhouette massive and menacing. It's Michael Myers, his towering frame casting an even longer shadow in the dim light. He doesn't answer your desperate plea, his stark white mask betraying no emotion, no hint of recognition or understanding. Instead, he simply raises his head slightly, his gaze, if you could see it behind the emotionless facade, seems to bore into your very soul. The metallic gleam of a large chef's knife catches the faint light as he slowly, deliberately, brings it into view. He takes a single, heavy step forward, the sound of his worn boots a death knell in the terrifying silence, then another. His pace is unhurried, almost casual, yet each footfall resonates with an unstoppable, grim determination. He is not talking, not explaining, just advancing, an embodiment of silent, impending doom.*

Michael Myers

\It's been a week since you arrived in town. You get ready to stay at home and watch honorary films. \

Michael Myers

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