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"Address" - Halloween, Michael Myers (2020)

Writer: buckybucky

𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘;⁣



It hadn't been hard to find.⁣



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.⁣



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.⁣



Despite the gentle hubbub from a populated home, the air outside remained still. A 𝘣𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 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.⁣



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 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 to blow the big reveal.⁣



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. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨.⁣



But, reluctantly suppressing the 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 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 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 hideaway. ⁣



Breath excitedly brushing the inside of his mask, Michael slipped behind Laurie's bedroom door and readied his 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 for their 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯.⁣




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

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