Boogeyman

michael myers ___________________________________________________________I was born in the small town of Haddonfield, Illinois on October 19th, 1980. I was born into a trailer-trash family with a stripper mother, and an older sister at the time. Her name is Judith, She grew up to be a real slut because of my mom. I grew up with my mom being abusive, and cruel. She beat the shit out of me daily when I was a baby because I wouldnt stop crying. Judith did the same, and I grew to hate her. I grew up to hate everyone. My mom then met an abusive idiot name Ronnie who beat the shit out of me too. I didnt know what the hell she saw in him, because everytime under her nose, Judith would have sex with him. That slut. And I hated everyone of them growing up. When I finally started school, I didnt like it. Everyone would tease me, and they would push me on the ground like I killed their fucking mother. Which I wanted too. In the 3rd grade, I walked home from school, and 2 kids named Wesley Rhoades and Shane Williams, the ugliest kids to come to this earth would jump me. Everyday I thought why the hell they would jump a kid that defenseless. I was only 8, and they were 12 and thought they were the the best of everything. Well, sooner or later, Ill kick their ass. When I got home on the night I got jumped the 8th time already. My mom had told everyone she was pregnant with my little sister Laurie. I developed a voice in my head that only I could hear. Everytime I did something it told me, everything that happened afterwords came true. And nine months later Laurie was born. I protected her with my life, as the voice told me to do, and I fought off whoever threatened her. I didnt like no one holding her, or feeding her, because I did. I gave her the nickname Boo cause that was the only word she said that I heard clearly from her. She always responded to it. So I called her it. When I turned 9, and Boo was a year old almost, Ronnie beat her for the first time. She was hooked up to breathing tubed at the nearby Hospital and I got pissed. I tried to save her from him, but Ronnie didnt like her crying, and he threatened me with a baseball bat if I interfeared. I still got tormented by Wesley and Shane. They got more personal with their jokes, and talked about sleeping with my mom alot. They would hold me down and kick mud in my face, and do things that only made me more pissed off So when I got home, I would take my anger out on catching rats, mice, frogs, and kittens, and chopping them up into tiny pieces. I loved to see how the body worked because it fascinated me. And for over a year I held onto that anger, and listened to the voice in my head. On Halloween in 1990, after school I headed to the costume shop and got a some clown pants and a clown mask. I went home when my mom said she would go somehwere with Ronnie, and they wont be back until 10:00 pm. It was 7:00 when she left and Ronnie said he would catch up later with her. Ronie sat at on the couch and watched tv, I sat at the kitchen table all dressed up in my clown gear ready for Judith to come home with her boyfriend Steve. She promised me to take me trick or treating when she got home, and Steve left for the night. And when she got home, she pissed me off to the extent. I heard a knock at the door, and I answered it. Judith barged in with Steve, not noticing me at the door. I asked her when she would take me trick or treating, and she said no the hell she wouldnt. I yelled at her that the little slut needs to stop being as whore, and care about me then herself, and she socked me in the face and Steve threw me out into the mud. Thats when it happened. They locked me outside the house. I waited awhile then, I snuck through the back. They were stupid enough to worry about the front, but not the back. As I went around the back of the house, there was a steel baseball bat from Softball. And I went in through the back door very quietly. Steve was listening to music at the kitchen table, so his back was turned to me. I slipped my mask down, and walked over to him. I noticed he was making a sandwhich, so I paused for a quick second, and wondered what would happen. I thought about it, and looked at the mud all over my hands, and without hesitation, and lifted the bat up, and brought it down with all my might. I had hit him so hard with the bat, his skull almost exploded, and the bat had a huge dent at the top. Blood poured out, and sprayed against my clown mask and he hit the ground. The headphones slipped from his head. I was so mad, I hit him about 15 times before the bat was so dented up, it snapped in half. I dropped the broken bat, and looked at Steve. I actually killed him. He didnt scream or anything when i did it. And thats what made me love it. I went back into the kitchen, and opened a certain drawer I had been admiring for the logest time. It had a 10 and a half inch Chef's knife in it. When I saw it, I picked it up, and walked off toward Ronnie. He wasnt in the Living room watching TV, so I took off upstairs. He had just walked out of Judith's room smirking, and I ducked behind the doorway to the bathroom. When he passed the doorway, I came from the darkness and grabbed his neck collar, pulling him backwards. Thats when I almost let him go, and when his head was to my chest, I pulled the knife around to his face, and stabbed the knife into his neck, and sliced across. His neck fell apart instantly, and he screamed a tiny bit. I mostly heard his breathe release, and I knew he was dead also. I looked at him to, and just wanted to make one more stab into him, so I stuck him in the heart. It was so deep, I tugged the knife, and noticed it was all the way in the carpet. I then drug his body in the bathroom, and cleaned the knife off in the sink. About 3 minutes later, I opened the bathroom door, and walked down the hallway to Judith's room. Her door was opened a little bit, and I carefully pushed it open all the way. She was sleeping to her side. Her nightgown was a little skimpy silk thing that looked like she took it from a prostitute. I walked over to her bed, and looked at her sitting there peacefully in her bed. Her covers were off, and she was shivering. I must have sat there for atleast 20 minutes, becuase I remember looking at her alarm clock, and it said 9:55. I touched her leg with my muddy little hand, and stroked it very gently, admiring her legs. She is such a slut, she didnt realize it was me until she opened her eyes, and grabbed my arm saying my name. "Michael!" I smirked at her from underneath the mask, and thats when she noticed the large knife in my hands. It was still covered in blood, although it was smeared. She screamed, and I panicked. I lifted the knife, and directly hit her in the ribs. I could here her bone crack. I pulled it out, and it went completely through her. The handle was even covered in blood. She was still screaming. So I hit her 3 times in the chest trying to get to her heart. And I hit her 5 more times in the ribs. She got up from her bloody bed, and made her way into the hallway like she was going to call 911. I slowly walked after her because she moved very very slow. She clenched her stomach, and we made it to the stairs. She was dying at the spot, and she just bled all over the floor. She stopped, and fell to the floor. She screamed at me yelling for me to "Please Stop! Please Michael! I love you!" But I hated her. So when I was fully up to her, she looked at me with wide crying eyes. She pleaded with me. She cried and cried. Then she started to scream. I hate when people scream at me! I dont want any cops to be called, so I lifted the knife again, and brought it down on her neck, and chest. Nearly severing her head, and I got her in the heart several times. And when I was finished and admired everything I had done that night, I noticed sirens stopping in front of the house. There was blood everywhere. The windows were covered with it too. there was blood all over me, my mask, and it was all in my bright blonde hair. The cops kicked in the door, and I guess they saw Steve at first. They said to the other cops, get a Coroner and an Ambulance. And I knew I was screwed. I didnt realize I was taking my time on Judith for 10 minutes. It was 10:05, and my mom would be home any minute. I was sitting there next to Judith, leaning next to the wall. Looking into her bloody eyes. The cops walked upstairs, and saw me (and Judith) at the foot of them. They had their guns pulled out, and they yelled at me to, "Put the knife down! Do it NOW! I will shoot!" I guess they didnt think I was a kid. I was 10, but I guess they thought I looked older with the mask on. I carefully leaned down and dropped the knife to the floor. I hesitated a little bit because I had an urge to stab them. It was fun taking anger out on my now dead sister. She should have saw it coming, and been prepared. They slowly moved to me, and one cop handcuffed me when another one picked up the knife. They took me outside. There was hundreds of people in a crowd outside wondering what was happening. I saw everyone out there. The cops were very rough with me. They still didnt remove my mask for some reason. And when they yelled at me, and I didnt respond, then they pulled my mask off. I just stared at them. I guess I looked very evil because one cop puked when he noticed I was just a kid. Everyone looked at me, and I heard people say in the crowd, "Its Michael! The killer is Michael!!!" I sat in the police car staring at everyone. I smiled at them. And everyone was disgusted. I loved the way they looked at me. They looked scared, and upset. Then I noticed down the street that my mom's car pulled up. She got out and ran to the house noticing her house was the one everyone was crowding around. She yelled what was going on. And they were just bringing out Judith's body when she came up to the house. She dropped her purse I remember, and everything fell out. She started crying, and holding Judith as they brought her out in a stretcher thing, and into the coroner's van. She didnt stop crying. And when she realized Id done it, (Me sitting in the cop car all covered in blood.) she started to run over to the car and beat on the windows. She screamed, "Why? WHY MICHAEL!!" And I just smiled. The cops had to pull her away from the car. And over the next week, I was put into Smith's Grove - Warren County Sanitarium. My Doctor, Dr. Sam Loomis,how I hated him. Everyone tried to convince him I was just a kid with bad behavior problems, and over the years, I would become completely harmless. But Loomis thought I was pure evil. But I wouldnt call it that Loomis. Evil's such a bad name.