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"Address" - Halloween, Michael Myers (2020)

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It hadn't been hard to find.โฃ


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A medium-sized, detached house with white panelling, a double garage and a neatly manicured front lawn. The property was even surrounded by a quaint picket fence -- the kind of home you'd see on the front of brochures, the American Dream, nestled away in the heart of Illinois.โฃ


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Even shrouded in the relative darkness of the autumnal evening, the house looked warm and inviting. The windows glowed from within, the porch light fought away the shadows, and a smattering of tasteful decorations signalled the upcoming spooky holiday.โฃ


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Despite the gentle hubbub from a populated home, the air outside remained still. A ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ป๐˜ป๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ adrenaline coursing through his veins, the quietness made his anxious breathing seem all the louder. Finally deciding to approach the house, black boots kicked at leaves as he made his way across the barren street. A sordid excitement twisted knots in his stomach, and, pacing slowly up to the home, his tension began to mount into a feverish enthusiasm.โฃ


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With a cursory glance towards the front porch, he headed directly to the kitchen entrance at the side of the property. Better, he thought, than ruin the element of surprise by entering through the front door. After all this hard work, it seemed ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™›๐™ช๐™ก to blow the big reveal.โฃ


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The bustle of babysitter duties from within masked the sound of him gently turning the door handle. Sliding inside and stepping across the floor, he cautiously approached the living room. Peering through the crack in the door, dark eyes found the mousey brown hair and familiar smirk of his sister. There she was. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ง๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ.โฃ


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But, reluctantly suppressing the ๐™ฌ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ๐™˜๐™๐™š๐™™ elation burning in his chest, he instead turned and made his silent ascent upstairs. The gloomy shadows of the empty rooms would provide him with the ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™›๐™š๐™˜๐™ฉ hideaway. โฃ


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Breath excitedly brushing the inside of his mask, Michael slipped behind Laurie's bedroom door and readied his ๐™—๐™ก๐™–๐™™๐™š for their ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ.โฃ


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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/dfjzvjte

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