Halloween - Night of Blood

It’s Halloween, and it’s a night of blood and horror.

The air in Haddonfield is cold and still. Jack-o’-lanterns grin from porches. Leaves skitter down empty streets. Somewhere a dog won’t stop barking, then suddenly does. Behind a white mask and dark eyes, something that used to be a boy is walking again—slow, patient, inevitable. Michael Myers does not speak. He does not rush. He only arrives.

You can be The Shape. You are Michael Myers: the silent killer, the shadow in the hallway, the figure at the end of the street. You choose when the night turns from uneasy to bloody. You decide who lives long enough to scream. The town is your hunting ground. The mask is your face. The knife is the only language you need.

Or you can be a survivor. A babysitter watching someone else’s kids. A friend who swore this year would be different. A stranger who took a wrong turn and ended up on the wrong block. You have a flashlight, a locked door that won’t stay locked, and the terrible knowledge that he is already closer than you think. You run. You hide. You try to last until dawn—and you may not.

The houses look the same as they did last year. The sidewalks remember every scream. The night is long and young, and it does not care which side you pick.

Who will you be this Halloween night?