Halloween: A story inspired by John Carpenters 1978 Halloween
It was around 9:05 pm Halloween night when the babysitter was tryna put the kid to bed, but he was still pumped from eating most of his Halloween candy.
âCome on, just a little longer?â. The kid tried his hardest to persuade her âI have smarties in my bagâŚI know there your favorite. Please just let me stay up!â. The boy looked up at her sticking his bottom lip out.
âNo!â. Laughing a bit she continued. âI promised ur parents that I would have you in bed by 9, were five minutes behind schedule! Now go take of your costume and put your trick or treat bag on the kitchen table.â The kid didnât say a word just looked at her with fake sad eyes, she let out a little chuckle but silenced it quickly wanting to hold her ground.
âFineâ. The kid said making his way towards the kitchen and then up the steps to his room.
âAt least read me a bed time story.â Looking down at her from the stair well.
âFine, but first costume off and pajamas on!â. She told the little munchkin. Without saying a word the boy dashed to his room, hearing the door shut behind him.
âIâll be up in five minutes!â. She yelled from downstairs.
Cleaning up the house tryna waste time she heard the boy yell from upstairs.
âIâm ready for my story nowww!â. His little voice echoing through the house. Approaching up stairs she saw the boy talking to his closet door she paused looking through the cracked door before going inside.
âItâs okay, you can come out, Iâm not going to hurt you and Laurie wonâtââ. The boy stoped talking when she entered his room.
âWho are u talking to?â. She asked looking towards the closet area.
âA soon to be friend!â. The little boy smiling from ear to ear. Knowing the massive imaginations kids his age could have, she brushed it off thinking itâs probably just an imaginary friend. Walking up to the closet she shut the cracked door.
âHow about that story?â. She asked the boy, he was dressed in dinosaur pajamaâs, crisscross on top of his bed.
âYes! Can it be a scary story?â. The boy pleaded getting underneath his blankets.
âDonât you think weâve had enough scary things happen tonight?â. She asked getting on his bed.
Laurie and Tommy had just got back to the Doyleâs residents since trick or treating. His parents had instructed her to be back at their home by 8:30 fears about Haddonfieldâs late night stalker the boogieman who always comes home on Halloween night!
Him and his babysitter were in the living room watching television. The flashing screen mirroring in the boys eyes since he was on the floor eating his Halloween candy right in-front of the screen, sounds of high pitched female screams and killer chaos coming from it.
âMy parents never let me watch me watch scary movies, they say itâs a bad influenceâ. The boy paused before looking back at his babysitter with a lollipop in his mouth.
âWell I wonât tell tell if you wonât. Deal?â. She looked down at the boy from the couch and smiled, one that made them both feel warm and safe.
âDeal!â. The boy shot back. Licking on the cherry flavored lollipop the boy put his focus back into the movie.
âFor a kid whose parents wonât let them watch scary movies you seem to be handling this one pretty fine.â. Still being intrigued by the movie the the boy doesnât say a word he just shakes his head in agreement.
âI enjoy scary things, though my parents donât like it.â Eyes sill glued on the television.
âWell kid, whatâs your favorite scary story?â. She asked
âWell everyone at my school has been talking about a person called the boogieman.â. The words fell straight from his mouth. She paused a minute before saying anything confused of how the little person would know of such a person.
âYou like the boogieman kid? Almost every kid your age Ik is terrified of him.â She said.
âWell not me, I fine him interesting the way he stalks the streets of Haddonfeild, kids at my school says that his house isnât to far away-â, the boy was cut off.
âYOU STAY AWAY FROM THAT HOUSE DO YOU UNDERSTAND!â. Her words roaring in the boys ears. He stopped for a sec turned around and went back to watching the movie.
Suddenly a sound of kitchen utensils falling to the ground echoed throughout the house, making Laurie jump out of her seat. Looking at Tommy in confusion she says âstay right hereâ. Exiting the living room and into the kitchen, finding all the kitchen knifes of the floor but one missing. Many thoughts running through her mind she just picks up all the sharp pieces and put them back into the drawer.
Hearing faint sounds of talking coming from the living she listens closely. âWhy are u here? We wonât hurt you? Speak to me please?â. She then returned to the living room to see Tommyâs vision pointed towards the stair well. âWho are you talking to?â. Her voice kinda shaking.
âNo one.â. The boy said, in the most calming manner his eyes returning back to the gory movie.
She knew she had a job to do. To be this kidâs protector meaning that the fear that had a hold on her at the moment had to be let go and she had to put on her brave face and let her nerves go. Instead of questioning anything she just set down on the couch and continued to watch the rest of the movie with Tommy.
âYeah! A scary story is the only way to end Halloween correctly, PSLSLSS tell me a scary story!â. The boy begged her tossing and turning in his bed.
âOkay!â. She laughed for a second. âBut first let me close your closet door so the monsters wonât come out!â. She got up from the bed Turing to the boy making a ghostly noise moving towards the cracked closet door.
She gave the door a good push, but it opened again trying again she paused it but this time it slung open revealing the tall ghostly figure standing behind it. Laurie looking a the figure in horror he took his knife that he stole from the kitchen earlier and sliced her arm. Screaming she backed away motioning Tommy to run. The boy stayed in his bed as Michael began to chase the babysitter down stairs with knife in hand. Laurie ran through the living room and into the kitchen to grabbed a weapon of defense, but as she made her way back into the living she was tripped on the pillow that Tommy was sitting on while watching the movie from earlier, falling onto the couch Michael was behind her tryna take another swing but she dodge it rushing back up the steps arm covered in blood in hopes of escaping the house with Tommy. Entering his room calling âTommy, TOMMY! WHERE ARE YOU KID WE NEED TO GO NOW!!â. She screamed not caring who heard her. Hearing footsteps coming she dashed for the Doyleâs bedroom, hiding in their closet.
Footsteps approaching closer the babysitter began to panic, defenseless and hopeless she covers her mouth not wanting to make a sound. The closet door then opens to reveal the boy, the babysitters face lights up in joy relived that she found him (well he found her lol) âomg! Tommy itâs you, come on we need to get out of here and call the-â. She was cut off, The small child had pierced her in the chest with knife that she had dropped from earlier. Looking down at what the boy had just done to her she pushed him away from her and collapsed to the closet floor, knife still in her chest.
The boy sat there for a sec, he then saw Michael in the hallway peering inside, the boy flashed him a smile, and Michael headed back down stairs and left the house.
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