Halloween Dawns

Narrated claim of an American Homeland woman who thinks a Halloween-cinema psycho-copycat's lines for leviathan draws her to some bread/fruit for documentary.

An adaptation of sorts of the iconic Halloween-time horror-film franchise Halloween of great American Homeland symbolism-dodecahedrons. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' critique). 

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It was Halloween Eve, and I fast approached a sort of sanity-maintenance language-arts reading for American Homeland confidence in the festivities of the Samhain-derived Western ornaments for mask-costume practice when I was approached by a stalking and lurking psycho who fashioned himself to be a Michael Myers Halloween-films copycat dodecahedrons end zone hellmouth-scientist, casting me, Ezzy Harris, as a Selfie-consumerism commentary culture 'diplomat' for pre-Xmas consumerism frills for self-defense for the Ego.

Friends, I'm writing-down this retelling in a time-capsule portrait, image-rich, which I'm burying in my backyard of my Haddonfield (NJ/USA) house, since Haddonfield is the very-same small-town name of the iconic Haddonfield town in which those Halloween-horror films were set.

JOHN CARPENTER: You want me to believe this Michael-copycat was real.

ME: I'm telling you, I know your original-gem was psychology, and it's high-art!
CARPENTER: This copycat-stalker found a rich Michael-mask/costume for Hell.
ME: That's my claim, sir; and I'm emailing you for this American horror-disclosure.
CARPENTER: So, Ms. Harris...you doubt this psycho's obsession is unlinked to me?
ME: I believe he's been fascinated by your 1978 Halloween-masterpiece/original.
CARPENTER: You therefore think he wants me to think you're a Laurie Strode?
ME: This modern American psycho was standing outside my house in mask.
CARPENTER: On Halloween Day.
ME: I think he wants you to personally think he's some Michael Myers copycat.
CARPENTER: Why's that, Ms. Harris (tell me)?
ME: I feel he's some treasure-islands cinema messenger of art's dodecahedrons.
CARPENTER: For some language-arts hellmouth(s) concerning Halloween-helmet?
ME: I don't doubt it...his mask was certainly Michael-division, sir.

CARPENTER: Geez (Selfie-like).

The great John Carpenter, weaver of that original Halloween gem which had become a tapestry for American Homeland Halloween/Samhain festivities ornamentation and colored-glass, certainly turned to believe in me if he didn't believe me (incompletely!), and he wondered what he'd do to rescue me as a 'Rapunzel' of cinema-doughnuts, since this masked copycat American psycho seemed to make 'mark' of the iconic/celebrity film-maker as an inventions-artist of the colored-glass of Earth's distance helmets (for sport!).

I made 'toast' of my miracle-escape from this Michael Myers 'copycat' with a world-exchange reflection culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) after Mr. Carpenter's (public!) social-media (anonymous!) post about why Halloween-cinema 'copycat' criminally-insane persons of Earth would draw special securities 'confidence' arts for mask-detectives. The post prompted cultural interest/investments for why Halloween itself had become a very-special psychology-line for the hospitality-readings for human race dowry. Was I free? Was I free from Michael Myers? Was I free from Halloween's very-special 'curse' definition (forever) for bread/fruit leviathan?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)