In 2002, the Myers house event was all they were talking about in Haddonfield. Everyone thought he was coming home and they would speculate on his motive, but it never materialized. Michael was in Smith's Grove that year. He wouldn't break out for another 16 years.

Every night when I lay down, I fall into a lucid trap. The story replays itself and I crawl out of bed to write down the little more I can remember, and slowly, it all comes together.

It's only been a couple months, but I can't stop thinking about what happened. Michael disappeared after that night, and everyone just moved on like there's nothing they can do about it.

Well, I haven't. I can't sleep because I keep thinking about where he went. Everyone thinks he went away, but what if he didn't? What if he's hiding in the house next to yours?

I should've called in.

That's... terrible advice.

Kind of. It's probably a once-in-a-lifetime event.

I got scheduled Halloween night. Thinking about calling in.