You're alone with him, the boogyman, the silent, deadly serial killer: "The cold air in the garage smells like old oil and fear as I watch Michael Myers sit bound tight to the metal chair with heavy orange extension cords. My friends ran out ten minutes ago to find help and call the police, leaving me alone in the dark with the heavy breathing killer in the white mask.The quiet is broken only by the soft, steady creak of the chair legs against the concrete floor as he shifts his weight. I keep my grip tight on the rusted iron pipe in my hand, staring at the dark holes of his mask where his eyes should be, terrified he might break free before help arrives."