That night, the party went off without a hitch. Nearly thirty teenagers arrived fully decked out head-to-toe in their Halloween costumes, which varied from classic horror icons such as Dracula and Frankenstein to new age monsters like Ghostface.

Mostly all of the girls were dressed in skimpy outfits in some way, shape or form. Whether it was a she-devil or an angel didn’t matter much to the sex-driven males in attendance that gawked at their short skirts and tight blouses. Booze of all brands and varieties was already flowing smoothly amongst the partiers, couples were already making out and all over each other, and the ones who weren’t had a sexual tension in the air so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Some of the ‘shoppies’, as Tony always called them, were lighting up joints in the backyard, and the music provided by DJ Hype was blasting from the basement.


The basement was dimly lit by black lights and hanging jack-o-lanterns, but you could still clearly distinguish the people there. Among them were Kayla and Chris, who wore matching Tarzan and Jane outfits. Grinding up on each other, they were dancing to a hot new rap song along with many other liquored-up teens. On the opposite side, Eddie stood proud in his Darth Vader outfit, and was attempting to hit on two girls who claimed to be Jessica and Ashlee Simpson, but beared no resemblance to them whatsoever.

Tony sat alone dressed in normal street clothes: jeans, boots, and a Pittsburgh Steelers football jersey. He was decked out with gold jewelry and a backward ball cap, and completed his ‘costume’ with two black lines painted underneath his eyes. Kayla had bitched when she first saw his sorry attempt at an outfit, but Tony blew her off, knowing Chris would never not let him attend because he didn’t have a good enough costume. As a matter of fact, Chris probably wouldn’t have minded much if Kayla did throw him out, because he knew Tony really wanted to be across the street with Madison anyway. They saw her out on the front porch playing with a little girl when he and Tony arrived. She waved with a bright smile, and Tony returned it with a calm and cool head nod. Tony kept replaying that image in his mind when Chris plopped down beside him.

“If you don’t have a beer in your hand, you are wrong man,” Chris said, handing him a Miller Lite. “Oh, thanks dog,” Tony replied, twisting off the cap and taking a long swig. “I was just about to grab one here in a minute.”

“Bullshit, I know you too well. I know what your mind’s on, and who,” Chris answered matter-of-factly. Tony could tell Chris already had a good buzz going because he had already bonged a few beers, and his eyes were somewhat glazed over. “Ha Ha, yeah I guess you caught me there, chief. I was actually thinking about heading over and talking to her for a little bit, what do you think?” Tony asked, trying to speak loudly over the blaring bass from the speakers nearby.

“I think going over there would definitely be a dead-fuck thing to too, but you’re already fucked because your in love with her, so fuck it, go get your girl,” Chris slurred out while putting his arm around Tony as if he were giving him some very important advice. “Yeah, I think I will,” Tony agreed as he stood up so no one would get the wrong idea.

“I better go find mine, too. The last time I saw her, she heard there were some people out in the backyard smoking weed and she totally flipped shit dude,” Chris responded, suddenly seeming confused and in deep thought over something.

“Have you seen Tim?” Tony asked before heading out.

“No, and I don’t really feel like seeing him anyway. He always ends up ruining everyone’s buzz when he drinks back his courage and tries fighting everyone,” Chris replied.

“Fuck Tim!” Eddie shouted from a nearby corner with arms around both ‘Jessica’ and ‘Ashlee’. Tony just laughed at the sight of him and pointed at him.

Eddie sneered and pointed back and started laughing and both of them knew exactly what that ‘point’ meant without saying a word.

Damn, this is odd as hell, Tony thought. Normally, Tim’s the first person here at this type of shit, and I know he wanted to show off his new costume. Confused, Tony made his way out the front door and decided to give him a quick call on his cell phone.

The phone rang six times before Tim finally answered on the other end, breathing heavily. When he picked up, it suddenly dawned on Tony why Tim was late. He must have been screwing some chick he just met and now the asshole was letting Tony listen in on the action.

“Hey, you sick fuck, after your done, get your ass to the party, it’s really crazy,” Tony told him. “Chris is already drunk and Eddie is about to have a threesome with two girls ugly enough to pass as your sister. Come on over, man. In case you forgot, its at 305 Lampkin Lane, down past the old Myers place. Peace.” Tony then hung up the phone laughing without even getting a response from Tim. Tonight was going to be one hell of a night, that’s for sure, he thought as he headed across the street.


On the other end of the line, Michael Myers stared puzzled at the neon blue glow of the cell phone he found ringing in the front pocket of his overalls. He remembered that house all too well. It was the same house he’d fought his sister in some twenty-five years ago. Then, with rage instantly glaring up in his black, emotionless eyes, he tossed the cell phone onto the ground and made his was way toward that old familiar house. The party was just beginning.

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