Chapter 7

Rain pattered against the windows of the hotel whilst Oliver's soft snores filled the room. The young boy had his mother's hands held tightly to his chest : too scared to let go in case the killer comes back to finish him off. His mother woke up an hour or so later the previous night so she could keep watch for Michael as well. She proceeded to kiss Oliver on the side of his head whenever she felt him tremble. Annie rested her chin on the top of Oliver's head and listened to his steady breathing. They stayed like that for a few hours, enjoying each other's company.

Three firm knocks suddenly came from the door which then caused Annie to quickly lift her head up. Annie slowly removed her hands from Oliver's tight grasp and then raised off the bed. Her hand quickly went and grabbed a hold of the table lap next to the bed.

" Oliver!" Annie whispered to Oliver.

It was almost as if the person outside heard her because after she whispered the knocks came again.

"Oliver, you need to wake up." Annie spoke with urgency. After not hearing any response Annie approached the bed and started to shake his shoulder desperately. " Oliver, wake up!"

" Hmm.. what?" Oliver groaned as he grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his head.

" Oliver, you need to get up.." Annie leaned over him and pulled the blanket off his body. Oliver didn't hesitate to sit up and stare at his mother.

" Why are you holding a lamp?" He rubbed his eyes then stared at her again.

Annie opened her mouth to speak but she was interrupted by three more knocks on the door. Oliver's eyes widened with terror, he frantically threw the blanket off his body and stood up. Annie gestured for him to stand behind her, he quickly obeyed.

" Don't make a sound," Annie whispered urgently.

With steady steps she approached the door, her hand went towards the peephole and moved the silver circle to the side revealing the glass. Annie took a deep breath then leaned towards the door and looked through the peephole. Familiar Amber eyes peered back at her. The person was wearing a white mask that fully covered their face but there were holes where the eyes are supposed to be. They were wearing dark navy blue coveralls but there were red stains all over.

Blood.

Annie's breath grew heavier and quicker at the sight before her. The person tilted their head and teasingly lifted their right hand and revealed a sharp knife.

" Annie, darling, open the door. We have a lot to discuss." The familiar voice spoke.

Annie quickly took a few steps away from the door and grabbed Oliver's hand. " It's him.."

" W-what?" Her son spoke anxiously.

Annie turned around and grabbed her son by his shoulders, " He's here, Oliver. He's here. I need you to gather your things, we're leaving."

"How? He's outside the door and we're on the 6th floor! We'll die if we jump out the window." Oliver shouted at his mother whilst his body trembled.

" I'll.. I'll think of something, just go get your things." Annie gently pushed him towards the single bed where all of their belongings are.

Suddenly, several hard bangs came from behind the door. Following not far after was glass shattering, the glass from the peephole was now on the floor.

" So bye-bye, Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye singing 'This'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that YOU die!" Michael sang from behind the door.

Annie ran over to Oliver and started to shove the rest of the items and clothing into the backpack. " Hide in the bathroom."

" Mum, what about you?" Oliver looked up at his mother.

" Don't worry about me, sweet pea. Go into the bathroom and don't come out until I tell you to. Remember one thing: I love you." Annie embraced Oliver then planted a kiss on his forehead. " Now go into the bathroom."

Annie watched him walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind him. Shortly after the door swung open and Michael walked into the room.

" Annie… my dear Annie. Why did you have to run away from me, dear? We could've lived happily ever after. Me…you.. and Ollie." Michael stepped towards her slowly.

" That will never happen, never!" Annie screamed at him then threw the lamp at him. Michael managed to move out the way just before the lamp hit him.

" You're gonna wish that you didn't do that." Michael raised the knife and took a few more steps towards Annie; he was only a few steps away from her. " Let me look at you. I want to see your face before you-"

" Michael Myers you are under arrest for the murder of Tyrone Simmons and for the attempted murder of Annie and Oliver Peterson. Whatever you say may be used against you in court." A few police officers entered the room and pointed their weapons at Michael. " On the floor now!" One of the officers ordered him.

" Yeah…no. Following someone else's plan isn't really my thing." Michael chuckled. He took a step forward towards the four officers.

" Mr Myers do not take another step or else we will shoot." Another officer warned him, the man didn't look to be any older than 20 : a rookie.

" I'd like to see you try," Michael threw his knife and it went straight to the rookie's throat. Slicing it immediately and then a waterfall of crimson blood left his throat. The young man's body fell to the floor as blood surrounded him. Michael grabbed two officers and smashed both of their heads together: causing the both of them to pass out. Michael looked at the last officer and his badge said 'Sargent. Bailey.'

" Sargent Bailey… sounds like a female name." Michael reached into his pocket and pulled out an bell. The bell that would've been found at reception where you check into your rooms. Michael placed the medium size bell on top of his clenched fist then laughed. He pulled back his arm then quickly punched the Sargent under his chin. The man fell to the floor with a thud.

" Well.. ding ding." Michael laughed whilst admiring his work. He approached the rookie's body and pulled the knife out of his throat then turned towards Annie. The knife was dripping with blood and it looked ready for its next target. Michael steadily moved towards Annie and started singing again.

" This'll be the day that YOU die!"