“Only one monster walks away.” It was Halloween night in Haddonfield. The streets were empty now, trick-or-treaters long gone, and a bone-chilling fog hung in the air. But something moved through the darkness—something deadly. Or rather, two somethings. Michael Myers had returned. Silent, unstoppable, he walked through the shadows like death itself. He didn’t run, he didn’t speak. He simply came—always closer, always watching. Blood already stained his coveralls. But he wasn’t alone tonight.
Miles away, Ghostface struck again. A phone call, a taunt, a chase through a dimly lit house—and another body fell. Yet behind the twisted grin of the Ghostface mask, the killer smiled. This town was weak. Easy. But then the news came in:
“Michael Myers sighted near Elmwood. Several victims. Masked. Armed.”
Ghostface froze.
“I thought that was just a story…”
Fascinated, and furious at the competition, Ghostface decided to hunt the hunter. Two monsters, two legends, were now on a collision course.
They met at the burned ruins of the old Myers house. Fitting. A place of death. Ghostface stood in the living room, knife spinning in his hand. “So you’re the one they all fear? Let’s see what’s behind the mask.” Michael appeared without a sound, stepping through the smoke like a demon reborn. His white mask reflected the moonlight—expressionless, eternal. No words. Just murder in his stare. Ghostface attacked first—quick, wild, unpredictable. He slashed and danced around Michael, his voice taunting. “Come on, big guy. You don’t scare me!” But Michael was patience and power. He absorbed every hit like stone, until one brutal swing of his blade sent Ghostface crashing into the wall.
The house shook. They fought through hallways, into the yard, destroying everything in their path. Blood painted the porch. Ghostface tried every trick—smoke bombs, mirrors, decoys—but Michael wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. In the final moments, Ghostface cornered him, two knives raised. “You’re just a myth,” he shouted. “You bleed like anyone!” Michael stared at him... and moved. With terrifying speed, he drove his knife through Ghostface’s shoulder, lifting him off the ground. But before he could finish the kill, sirens screamed in the distance. Michael dropped the maskless body. Ghostface gasped. “You... you’ll never be human.” Michael tilted his head. No answer. And then—he vanished into the night.
