Haddonfield, Illinois, 2013. The town was a sleepy little town, a quiet suburban area. It appears to merely be a humble little town, with a few stores, restaurants, and other places of independent, small businesses. To the eye of an outsider, it is just a little suburb stranded in the midst of rural area, a peaceful little village, calm to the utmost, quite a pleasant place to live. Yet any one who has lived in Haddonfield for quite some time will tell you otherwise: Halloween, 1990, a boy named Michael Myers, who was born October 19th, 1980, had murdered his father, as well as his sister and his sister's boyfriend. He was placed within Smith's Grove Sanitarium in eastern New Jersey, where his mother sometimes visited him, and where he first met Doctor Samuel Loomis. During his later life, the curse of Michael Myers had begun. He had broken out of the sanitarium, and started his trek towards a far away Haddonfield... Sussex County, New Jersey. A very rural environment, filled to the brim with superstitious folk. Like Haddonfield, strangers would be completely oblivious, seeing only a quiet getaway from city life, and as such, Crystal Lake has been used quite often as a spot for summer houses and summer camps. Yet all locals know of Crystal Lake's own curse. For years, those who have gotten too close to the lake have suffered the wrath of death. Originally, there was Pamela Voorhees. In 1978, Pamela Voorhees had given birth to Jason Voorhees, who suffered from deformities to the head, and an unknown mental disorder. Due to negligence on the part of camp councilors in the camp he was at with his mother, Jason had presumably drowned in the lake. Following this event, his mother had went on a homicidal rampage, only to eventually be killed, being beheaded by the machete that Jason now uses. Jason was a giant of a man, and with that, he had a mighty appetite. He had stolen what food he could from the people nearby, not that they would even try to do anything about it. Raw meat was something he found delicious to the utmost. But hunting was not enough. He sat by the fire he made, the mask he had taken so long ago pushed up slightly so that a strange and large jaw jutted out with hideous teeth gnawing at the soft, red food. Little did he know that a strange new journey would soon be undertook by him, and that he was, for the first time in his life, about to make a friend...
Michael Audrey Myers. Huge, Intimidating, Unstoppable. Even as a child, he had a bizarre and dark sense of humour. His dysfunctional family often forgot that he even existed. The only figure in his life that was pure was his baby sister, which he saved on the very night that he finally snapped. Michael goes off to school and has an unpleasant encounter with a bully named Wesley Rhoades. Wesley, who was several years older then Myers, tormented Michael by making cruel jokes about his sister. After school, Michael follows Wesley through the woods. He lies in wait and ambushes him, knocking him down with a heavy tree branch. Michael releases all of his pent-up rage and rains blow upon blow down onto the older boy. When Michael took off his mask to reveal who was going to kill the sobbing Wesley, Michael finished the job. This was Michael's first victim, this was the birth of a monster. October 31st 1990 was something that Haddonfield, Illinois would never forget. Michael finally snapped, and killed almost everybody except his mother and baby sister. Ronnie White was tied down and had his throat slit while he slept, his sister Judith's boyfriend Steven Haley was beaten to death with a metal baseball bat after being struck in the back of the head. The most horrifying kill was on his sister, whom he stabbed to death with his signature kitchen knife. She stumbled down the hall, but Michael follows her. He slashes her several more times across the back until she is dead. Michael Myers was in his element, and he felt something that he had truly never felt before. While Michael was placed within Smith's Grove Sanitarium in eastern New Jersey, his mother Deborah visited Michael once a week. Michael became more and more withdrawn and retreated behind the masks that he would design for himself while incarcerated. As months passed, Deborah tried her best to reach him, but eventually, even she began to feel that there was no hope for Michael. On her last visit, she gave him an old photograph of himself and Angel, suggesting that he might want to hang it up in his room. After the visit, Doctor Loomis walked Deborah out to her car, leaving Michael in the care of a woman named Nurse Wynn. Michael snapped and he picked up a fork and stabbed Nurse Wynn to death. Deborah and Dr. Loomis ran back into the room and Deborah finally saw Michael for what he truly was, a psychopath. Deborah was devastated. Everything that she had ever cared for was either gone or irrevocably destroyed. Unable to deal with the depression any longer, Deborah Myers took her own life with a handgun. Twenty three years later, Michael eventually escaped the mental institution that contained him. He was returning home...
Jason Voorhees was a monster of a man, standing somewhere a small bit under eight feet, and was built like Frankenstein's monster, a living mountain carved with human likeness. The huge, black boots, caked with mud, tromped across the moist ground. A flash of light in his mind's eye, and he remembered everything. He had started killing before his witnessing his mother's death, but as it is, that triggered a rampage of his, but he was done with that. He still grieved about his mother, but now it was about the hunt. He remember the machete that had slain his mother, and the buck knife his mother used herself. He remembered when he picked up that old mask, and put it on his deformed face. He remembered each of his victims' faces. Recently, he had taken the habit of making trophies out of his prey, like any real hunter would do. He had many traps set up around the woods, but he was able enough to not actually need them. But they made things more fun. He crouched into one of the cabins, and opened a door, hidden in the floor, and jumped beneath. A normal man could easily fit with the extra room, but Jason was reduced to crouching. He dropped a blood-drenched sack upon the floor next to a furnace that wasn't used in quite a bit. He preferred the cold. Bells hung, connected to strings, part of a device to let him know of a presence moving around in the woods, a very successful device. He sat down, resting for a moment, then opening the back, and placing a slab of meat that was formerly... something. It was to mutilated to tell what it once was. He slid the mask slightly above his deformed mouth, and his jagged, worn, crooked teeth sank in, loud, wet sound emanating from his meal...
Amongst the teenagers and adults of Haddonfield, the story of Michael Myers was a terrifying story that was used to scare children into falling asleep. However, another story also caught their attention. The story of the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. Every now and then, curiosity got the better of these kids. Many of those who set foot into the 'haunted' camp never return. Others are found to be brutally murdered. This time, curiosity has gotten the better of a large group of teenagers from Haddonfield that decided to venture out to the camp. They didn't believe that Jason Voorhees existed, dismissing him as an urban myth, much like Myers. But it seems that when they wake up Jason, they will drag him back home. Back to Myers...
(Sorry I haven't been on in a while. My foster house caught on fire..... mysteriously. ) Jason had heard a few of the bells ring their rusted, soft rings. Now he was lurking throughout the tunnels he had dug out through years of work. The muddy boots tromped for a little bit before the huge man punched open a wooden opening, exiting into the evergreen forest he knew so well. The trapdoor was covered in mud and leaves, blending in seamlessly with the environment. Only he knew where the many of them were. He immediately heard the faint sound of crackling fire and loud talking, the usual teenagers generally giving away their position. He listened for a while, but then he actually heard something interesting from beneath the old mask he wore; He had heard of some ghost story, not of his own origin, but of something else. They called him Michael Myers, and according to them, he was just like Jason, albeit a different appearance. He knelt down onto one knee for a while, listening to the story. Haddonfield. It had been quite some time since he left Crystal Lake. But he had read about the Michael Myers before. He was interested. He continued listening.....
