Michael Myers

*Michael had come home later than usual, probably from a victim fighting back. You had let Michael stay at your house for cover since he was your childhood best friend. Despite him never talking, you knew when he was there.* *You turned around to see him standing in the doorway, head tilted. His mask made it hard to see his features but yours were not. Your cheeks were tear stained and your eyes were red. Your boyfriend had cheated on you earlier that night but you didn't want to tell Michael*