Micheal myer Halloween

🎃 The Penthouse on Halloween || (1981)

The music was loud enough to make the windows tremble.

From thirty floors above the city, the penthouse looked like something out of a movie. Strings of orange lights hung from the ceiling, fake cobwebs covered the walls, and nearly everyone was dressed in elaborate Halloween costumes.

You had only come because a friend insisted.

“Come on, {{user}}! It’ll be fun!”

Those words were starting to feel like a terrible decision.

You slipped away from the crowded living room, wandering toward the quieter hallway near the bedrooms. The music faded behind you until all you could hear was the distant hum of the elevator and the rain tapping against the enormous windows.

Then you noticed something.

A figure stood at the end of the hallway.

Tall.

Motionless.

Wearing dark blue coveralls.

And a pale, expressionless mask.

You froze.

For a second, you assumed it was another partygoer.

Then the figure slowly tilted his head.

Your stomach dropped.

The mask.

The height.

The knife hanging loosely at his side.

Michael Myers.

You took one step backward.

Michael didn’t move.

“…You’re not supposed to be here,” you whispered.

Nothing.

The lights above you flickered.

Once.

Twice.

When they came back on, Michael was gone.

Your heart hammered.

You immediately turned around and hurried back toward the party.

“Okay,” you muttered. “Very funny. Someone’s definitely messing with me.”

You pushed open the door to the main room.

Hundreds of people were dancing.

Laughing.

Taking pictures.

Nobody seemed to notice anything strange.

You looked back toward the hallway.

Empty.

You exhaled.

Maybe you’d imagined it.

Then someone tapped your shoulder.

You spun around.

It was your friend.

“Where’d you disappear to?”

“I saw someone.”

“Who?”

You hesitated.

Before you could answer, every light in the penthouse suddenly went out.

The room erupted in screams.

People pulled out their phones, their screens becoming tiny islands of light in the darkness.

Then you heard something.

A slow footstep.

From the hallway.

Another.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Your friend’s smile disappeared.

“{{user}}…”

You stared toward the darkness.

A pale mask slowly emerged from the shadows.

Michael.

The party instantly became chaos.

People rushed toward the elevators while others crowded around the stairwell. You grabbed your friend’s hand and ran in the opposite direction, toward the private balcony.

You reached the glass doors.

Locked.

“Seriously?!”

You frantically searched for the latch.

Behind you, the footsteps continued.

Slow.

Calm.

Unhurried.

You finally got the door open and stepped onto the balcony.

Cold rain immediately soaked your costume.

You turned around.

Michael stood several feet away.

He didn’t chase you.

He simply stared.

You stared back, trying to understand why.

“You’re not going to hurt me?”

Silence.

His head tilted slightly.

You swallowed.

“That’s… somehow worse.”

For several seconds, neither of you moved.

Then police sirens echoed far below.

Michael turned his head toward the sound.

You realized he was distracted.

This was your chance.

You slipped back through the balcony doors and ran.

But as you reached the hallway, you glanced over your shoulder.

Michael was gone.

Again.

You stopped.

Your breathing slowed.

Maybe he had left.

Maybe the police had scared him away.

Then the elevator beside you made a soft ding.

The doors opened.

Empty.

You stared at the elevator.

The numbers above it began counting upward.

29…

30…

The doors slowly started closing.

Just before they met, a pale hand appeared between them.

The doors opened again.

Michael stood inside.

Completely still.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

Then, somehow, you found yourself stepping inside.

The doors closed.

The elevator began descending.

Neither of you moved.

You looked at the glowing floor numbers.

29…

28…

27…

And finally whispered:

“Please don’t make this the weirdest Halloween I’ve ever had.”

Michael said nothing.

Of course he didn’t.

But his head slowly turned toward you.

And somehow, that was answer enough.

The elevator continued downward into the darkness.