Halloween 9: He Never Dies

A new family buys the Myers home. Not at any chance are they aware that this home might be at least a little dangerous. And when Michael returns to his childhood home, nobody is safe.
I am sorry about this being rated R.


2. Judith

I woke up from a horrible dream. I probably shouldn't have looked in Judith's diary. Because everything in the dream linked up to her. Stabbing, bleeding, funerals, and plain depression. I could obviously tell that I was sleeping in Judith's room, because of her diary, and a pink, girly bed. 

Today we were bringing our things into the house. Everyone was choosing their rooms. My mother gave me Judith's room. And Alex was in Michael's room, because that was the only room he liked. Then, my parents took the leftover bedrooms.

I walked out of my new room, and saw some stairs that I never noticed. 

"Guys, did you know that we have a basement?" I yelled.

"BASEMENT!" Alex screamed, and ran towards me.

"I'm going to check it out." I said. "Alex, you can come with me." 

We walked down the wooden, crooked stairs. And I swore that I heard bats. When me and Alex were down there, I looked at the washing-machine. 

"Dad's going to like this." I giggled.

I opened the lid, expecting nothing to be in there. I was very wrong.

"Don't look." I said to Alex.

"No look." He covered his eyes. 

The washing-machine was filled with clothes, stained with blood. I quickly closed the lid.

"You can look now." I whispered.

We walked around a little more. I put my hand over Alex's eyes. I thought that the washing-machine was it...

"JUDITH!" I almost screamed, but put my other hand on my mouth. She was obviously murdered. In fact, there was a knife in her chest. It felt like this house wasn't a good idea.

I grabbed Alex's hand, and we went back upstairs. I was in tears, and I was scared of my parents seeing everything. Who could have killed Judith though?

When I walked into the living room, Dad had hooked up the television. I turned on Fox 6 to catch up on things. It only turned out to freak me out even more. 

"Crazed serial killer Michael Myers is back!" A news lady said. "Everyone should have their doors locked at night!" 

I ran into my new room, and cried in Judith's bed.

"HE KILLED HER!" I screamed.

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