Halloween Night

Chapter 1: The Young Loomis

So this is America? This is wonderful.

Billy Loomis was seated at the window of a British Airways plane, gazing out at the tarmac which was bustling with activity. The late afternoon sun was just sinking over the metallic buildings in the cold September sky over Chicago.  For reasons unknown, this scene gave Billy the creeps. It felt like a scene out of the cult horror movies he would watch with his friend Wimberly back in London. It didn't matter now as all he cared about was to get off this plane after the 8 hour flight and to move his appendices after sitting like a statue for multiple hours.  He wanted to stand during the flight, but the vacationing couple that were seated in the other two seats in his aisle made that option impossible. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We thank you for flying with British Airways. The weather seems to be on the cold side today and a slight chance of rain may be imminent. Dress accordingly and enjoy your stay."

Around him, the fellow passengers rose to take their belongings from the overhead bins, eager to leave the cramped sardine can that resembled a commercial plane. Billy would have gladly done the same had it not been for the couple next to him who didn't get the message.  Rather, they decided to spend that time snuggling and making out. Perhaps they needed a reminder. 

"Oi!" Billy tapped the arm of his seat. "It's time to scatter. Take it to your hotel rooms, mates."

Rolling their eyes, the two complied with the 19 year old's request. As soon as he grabbed his bags, Billy followed the rest of the passengers out of the plane and made his way to customs. The young lad was here on a student Visa to study psychology at a college in Haddonfield. He had heard a lot of stories about the place, especially of a masked boogeyman who terrorized the town every Halloween night, but that didn't deter him from attending. Rather, the Halloween murders were the reason he had chosen Haddonfield.

"Sir, I asked for your passport."

Billy blinked as the airport official crossed his arms and waited for him to comply. 

"Oh, pardon me. I am still jet lagged from a long haul flight."

As soon as the official took his passport, Billy's eyes wandered around the interior of the airport. It seemed to be bustling with a lot of activity as passengers entered Chicago or even left it. On the wall was a large screen television that displayed the local news or even a sporting event.  The next piece of news caught his attention.  It revealed the faces of the victims of the previous year's Halloween murders. Soon, the masked face of the murderer,recognizable by a dirty and worn-out William Shatner, mask had appeared on screen, causing Billy to tense up. It wouldn't be long until he had to face the boogeyman himself.

"Sir, here is your passport. You are ok to go."

As Billy retrieved his passport from the heavyset man behind the kiosk, he decided to ask a question.

"Sorry to take up your time, but would you know how I would get to Haddonfield?"

The man, whose badge bore the name Darryl, stared at Billy as if he were the boogeyman himself.  "Why would you want to go there? No one in their right mind, not even tourists, would choose that hellhole as a go-to town. "

"Well, I am attending the city college so I would need directions." 

The man's uneasy look had caught Billy's attention. 

"Oh, it is only a couple hours bus ride from here." The official spoke. He then leaned closer to whisper to the foreigner. "Best of luck. You will need it and I don't mean for your studies."

"Thanks, mate." 

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I never knew that a mention of a single town would cause people so much anxiety and distress.  If Michael Myers was really killed last year, then the citizens of this state shouldn't have any need to fret. This can only mean that the damned wanker is still alive and kicking.