Victims Of The Night | A Michael Myers Story
• oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me •
That mark. That rune. That strange symbol had been on your wrist for as long as you could remember. It was too strange to be a birthmark and you had no memory of getting a tattoo. You shrugged it off as a weird coincidence and nothing more.
However, it had meaning you never could've imagined. And now, there's a shape stalking you in the darkness.
Strange, though, how you don't seem to mind.