Chapter 18.

Chapter 18.

Matt screeched through town, jolting to the stop at every red light. He cranked up the radio and beat his fist against the dashboard to the rhythm of the screaming rock music. He didn't care. The jeep was trashed. Dammit! Matt made a left turn on the old ranch road and punched the gas. The wide open road made him feel a little better. He unrolled is when no one left the crisp air blow through his hair. He took a deep breath of the pine scent from the forest that blanketed both sides of the highway. Sally is never going to forgive me. He thought he'd known all along that she had nothing to do with the vandalism. He just wanted to blame someone. I'm such a jerk. Matt saw the towering pine had nearly killed in last night's still lying on the shoulder. He thought about Sally and what it almost happened in the Jacuzzi last night. He had to get back and apologize to her. He'd stop and buy her some flowers on the way back. He decided, Matt remembered, that he still had to buy the candy and green fruit punch. He made a ride on Directly Road and headed toward the supermarket. That was a few miles down. Nat, slow it as he passed the old Myers house, a police car was parked outside with the windows rolled down. The rotting old house cast an eerie shadow across the wheat yard in the early moonlight. What was going on in there? He wondered, pulling to the side of the road. Maybe the officer inside would take a vandalism report on his car. Matt hesitated before getting out. The house seemed to be wanting him to stay away. He shook his head and attempt to clear his mind. He threw on an oversize denim shirt and told the path of broken steppingstones around back. Hello. He called walking through the side yard. There was no answer. Matt approached the back door, which was sealed off with banners of yellow police tape. Police barrier do not cross. Weird? He whispered as goose bumps popped up on his skin. I'm out of here, he said to himself.

The house was giving him the creeps. Matt had never listened to the stories the kids told. He believed in checking things out for himself, and so far he'd seen nothing to make him believe in ghosts and ghouls and boogey man. Just some stupid, creepy pranks. That's why the police were here. He rationalized Matt sneakers crunched in the dirt as he started back around the side of the house. The officer could be anywhere in the woods or even next door. Hey, Matt jumped at the sound of the voice that snapped like a whip crack. He looked up and saw Chief Randy staring down at him from the second story window. What in tarnation are you doing here, boy? He demanded, eyeing the teenager with suspicion. Matt caused breath, his heart pumping furiously. I just saw your car parked down here and wanted to see if you could take a vandalism report real quick. Someone trashed my car today. It's sitting out front. Matt said, Grandy, side your car, huh? Okay, son. I'll be right down. Take a look. Anxious to get away from the house. Matt went and leaned against the Jeep. Minutes passed. What is he doing in there? Matt wondered, looking at his watch patiently. Sally's really going to be staying to find late. He thought Matt called out. Chief. Are you coming out? The wind picked up whispering through the forests mat's feet let him back to the front porch. He carefully stepped around the caved in boards and pushed the front door open. A wave of musty, mildewed air made him cough. He stepped inside the eerily dark house. He wasn't too afraid, though, with the police chief inside somewhere. Chief. He called. I've got to go, man. I'm running late, he said. His voice seeming to disappear into the peeling wallpaper. Matt gripped the railing of the staircase and carefully felt his way up by touch. The staircase groaned as he reached the top. Hello? He said softly as not to startle the chief. After all, the man did carry a gun and probably didn't like being sneaked up on. Huh? There you are. Matt said with the sigh, spotting a light down the hall in the front bedroom. He followed the light through the darkness and reached for the doorknob. He pushed the door open. Chief, I've really got to go, sir. I'm late for a party. And Matt froze in shock through the dim, flickering light of a jack o' lantern and the crumpled body of Police Chief Green, who became visible lying in a pool of fresh blood that pumps silently around the butcher knife embedded in his heart. Matt tried to drown out the horrible sound of his own screaming. His knees became weak and his brain was unable to believe what his eyes were seeing. The badge on the chief's chest flashed in the jagged flashes of lights. He was dead. His glassy eyed stared lifelessly in the orange glow from the jack lantern. Oh, God. This is a really happening. Suddenly Matt heard a noise, a faint stomping sound footsteps, his glint of hope that it might be helped instantly turn to terror as he realized that the sound was moving up the stairs. Someone was in the house. Nat's heart stopped. He could barely breathe or move his muscles. He forced himself to take a step. Instinctively, he pried the bloody knife in Brandy's chest and it slid out. With the sound of a sickening crunch of bones, the footsteps move slowly and heavily toward the room. Matt was trapped. He could hear the killer breathing in the darkness.

Matt struggled to stay conscious. His head was spinning and his heart pounded painfully in his chest. This can't be happening. The dark sheik now stood in the doorway.

Matt can feel his cold Rantzen breath as he growls softly the stepped into the flickering light. His entire horrifying body, covered in a muddy and bloody navy blue jumpsuit, was visible. Matt let out a deafening scream. It was Michael Myers gnat's arm froze as he tried to raise the knife. Horrified by the black dead eyes, watching him from behind the white plastic mask, beneath a tangle of matted, wiry hair, the hideous monster raised his arms and lunged forward. Matt jumped backward toward the bedroom window. Michael Meyers lunged again, coming closer and closer. I'm going to die. Matt kept thinking, using all of his energy. Matt drove the night to the Ivone, and that's a dark stream of blood trickling down the white plastic as Michael Myers stumbled backward. Nat struggled to pry open the window.

Michael Meyers pulled the knife out of his eye and begin slashing at the ear, moving closer to Matt. Matt jammed the window open and looked down at the concrete below.

It was his only chance. He drove out the window, landing with the crash on a pile of forks below star shown in his clothes, guys. For a moment, as excruciating pain set in his ankle, he screamed out for help. But there was no one around. Matt forced himself to get up. He had to get help if he could only make it to the Jeep. He winced with every painful step. The Jeep was still there. Thank God. What? What was the hood doing up? I don't remember. Terror filled his brain as he stared at the handle of an ax. Driven through his engine, a tangle of rich wires and hoses sprouted out from under them. Never had he been so alone and helpless and terrified. Run that run, he told himself. Through the woods. Gotta get back to town.

Go forget about the pain.

Just run net stumble across the street into the Black Forest. The woods were the fastest way back, only a mile. If he could just make it back into town, he had to make it, had to warn the others had to get away from Michael Myers. He disappeared into the darkness and leant toward the lights of downtown. Hadn't filled.

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