Halloween I

A Story by Abishai100

Continuity/trilogy story of Mr. Amlan Satan's reborn-vigilance for chase of Michael Myers in Haddonfield for a Halloween expression of simple knight-wish.

A Halloween trilogy and continuity of my Haddonfield Expression story/short. Thanks for reading (Happy October, all)

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DETECTIVE CHARLIE: So, you should stay in Haddonfield and aid the police now.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I can't disagree; that psycho Michael Myers murdered my love!
DETECTIVE CHARLIE: So, you've dabbled in things like diamonds and sports, eh?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Ezzy was to be my new chapter, for Brussels...now Michael.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: Michael Myers murdered his sister as a boy; incarcerated.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Then he escaped and became your Haddonfield specter.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: You've been through much; this is great, for you, Selfie.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx (Facebook-like).

Amlan Satan had become born-again, committed to aiding the police in Haddonfield (NJ/USA) to tracking the eerie escaped patient Michael Myers, who now prowled around, usually during Halloween's October, making stranger campfires of Hell and moving Mr. Satan (Amlan) to become something of an ongoing 'witness' for things of Earthling kinesthesia (Facebook-like!).

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: There he is, behind that house, over there!

AMLAN: I'll get my flare, sir.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: I'll radio for back up, Satan (good).

AMLAN: He vanished...look!

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: That 'human' is more than a man, Satan (damn).

AMLAN: Happy Halloween, sir (Selfie-like).

Amlan saw Michael vanish before his eyes on that eve under moonlight, in Halloween's October-season (wow). He decided he'd make a trip to the public library at some point to make some readings about American Homeland invasion records of news and jitters, wondering if this new chapter in his life, transforming him from a sports/gems man seeking Belgian waffles into a desperado aiding Haddonfield police tracking Michael that October. Would he make microfiche-kaleidoscopes (for all)?