So this is America? This is wonderful.
Billy Loomis was seated at the window of a British Airways plane, gazing out at the tarmac which was bustling with activity. The late afternoon sun was just sinking over the metallic buildings in the cold September sky over Chicago. For reasons unknown, this scene gave Billy the creeps. It felt like a scene out of the cult horror movies he would watch with his friend Wimberly back in London. It didn't matter now as all he cared about was to get off this plane after the 8 hour flight and to move his appendices after sitting like a statue for multiple hours. He wanted to stand during the flight, but the vacationing couple that were seated in the other two seats in his aisle made that option impossible.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We thank you for flying with British Airways. The weather seems to be on the cold side today and a slight chance of rain may be imminent. Dress accordingly and enjoy your stay."
Around him, the fellow passengers rose to take their belongings from the overhead bins, eager to leave the cramped sardine can that resembled a commercial plane. Billy would have gladly done the same had it not been for the couple next to him who didn't get the message. Rather, they decided to spend that time snuggling and making out. Perhaps they needed a reminder.
"Oi!" Billy tapped the arm of his seat. "It's time to scatter. Take it to your hotel rooms, mates."
Rolling their eyes, the two complied with the 19 year old's request. As soon as he grabbed his bags, Billy followed the rest of the passengers out of the plane and made his way to customs. The young lad was here on a student Visa to study psychology at a college in Haddonfield. He had heard a lot of stories about the place, especially of a masked boogeyman who terrorized the town every Halloween night, but that didn't deter him from attending. Rather, the Halloween murders were the reason he had chosen Haddonfield.
"Sir, I asked for your passport."
Billy blinked as the airport official crossed his arms and waited for him to comply.
"Oh, pardon me. I am still jet lagged from a long haul flight."
As soon as the official took his passport, Billy's eyes wandered around the interior of the airport. It seemed to be bustling with a lot of activity as passengers entered Chicago or even left it. On the wall was a large screen television that displayed the local news or even a sporting event. The next piece of news caught his attention. It revealed the faces of the victims of the previous year's Halloween murders. Soon, the masked face of the murderer,recognizable by a dirty and worn-out William Shatner, mask had appeared on screen, causing Billy to tense up. It wouldn't be long until he had to face the boogeyman himself.
"Sir, here is your passport. You are ok to go."
As Billy retrieved his passport from the heavyset man behind the kiosk, he decided to ask a question.
"Sorry to take up your time, but would you know how I would get to Haddonfield?"
The man, whose badge bore the name Darryl, stared at Billy as if he were the boogeyman himself. "Why would you want to go there? No one in their right mind, not even tourists, would choose that hellhole as a go-to town. "
"Well, I am attending the city college so I would need directions."
The man's uneasy look had caught Billy's attention.
"Oh, it is only a couple hours bus ride from here." The official spoke. He then leaned closer to whisper to the foreigner. "Best of luck. You will need it and I don't mean for your studies."
"Thanks, mate."
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I never knew that a mention of a single town would cause people so much anxiety and distress. If Michael Myers was really killed last year, then the citizens of this state shouldn't have any need to fret. This can only mean that the damned wanker is still alive and kicking.
Billy gazed into the mirror of the bathroom as he straightened out his red flannel shirt. His dark brown hair was disheveled from having his head pressed against his seat for too long. His eyes even had bags under them from a lack of sleep.
I am not sure who I get my looks from. My mother or father? Maybe both? Ah, what does it matter now? Why am I thinking of things like this now of all times?
"Excuse me!"
Billy felt himself bump into another individual from behind. Whirling around, the British dude came face to face with a man with graying brunet hair and tired-looking gray eyes. He was dressed like a businessman, which caused Billy to assume he was just returning from an out of state meeting or so.
Billy chuckled. "No, the fault is mine. I guess there is no cure for jet lag. "
The man chuckled as well. " You have quite a humorous temperament. There are ways to prevent it, but I fail at following the correct procedures. Judging by your quaint accent, I judge that you are from the United Kingdom?"
"That's right!"Billy smiled. "At least you didn't assume I was an Aussie or Kiwi. I am William Loomis."
"And I am Aiden Doyle. I am just returning to Haddonfield after a lengthy and pointless business meeting in Toronto."
"Haddonfield?"BIlly blinked his eyes. "I am heading there as well. Quite a coincidence!"
"Really now?" The older man glanced over at the Brit as if he was a new release of his favorite novel. "I have never seen anyone head there unless they are residents. "
"Well, I need to settle down before I attend college."
Aiden cocked an eyebrow. " What are you studying?"
Billy swallowed before he replied to the man. "Psychology. Just like my father, I want to be a psychiatrist."
"What did you say your last name was?"
"Loomis." Billy wondered if this guy might have known his father.
"Are you by any chance related to Dr. Samuel Loomis?"
"Yes, he is my father," Billy replied. "Did you know him?"
"I owe the life of my nephew Tommy to him. He was quite a good man, but last year he had disappeared without a trace. No one knows what became of him. I mean, they sent out search parties with no luck. He is presumed dead. "
"I would think so." Billy sighed and crossed his arms. "He and I weren't particularly close, but I need to find out what happened to him. I know that the chances of his survival are slim, but I need to be sure."
"Well, crime has returned to the city after the death of Michael Myers last year. It is possible that he had become a victim of a local mob or street gang."
BIlly nodded. "Perhaps, but there must be a way I can confirm this. Not just his, but Michael's death as well."
"What do you mean?" Aiden Doyle glanced down at his watch. "We all saw the car he was in explode."
"But did you find a body?" Billy replied.
"Well, not that I know of," Aiden admitted.
Billy just shook his head. "Then you need to assume that he is still out there and is potentially responsible for my father's mysterious disappearance. Perhaps the city of Haddonfield needs to prepare for his return unless they want to get caught unawares by him."
"You may be right." Aiden sighed as he glanced down at his watch again. "Listen, if you want, perhaps you can tag along with me so I can show you around."
BIlly smiled. "That would be great. I haven't received any letter from him since Christmas last year. If his death is confirmed, then I will have to step up to take up his mantle as the man who saved Haddonfield."
"Alrighty then, but first I need to use the bathroom." Aiden stopped at the nearest stall and knocked on it. "Hey there! You have been inside for too damn long. Other people need to go, you know!"
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As Billy and his companion boarded a bus to Haddonfield, they were unaware of the figure spying on them from across the terminal. As soon as they were gone, the snooper went to a pay phone and dialed a number. After several rings, someone picked up from the other side.
"It's a long way from Chicago," a scratchy voice spoke up.
The snooper glanced around for a few minutes before responding with the code. "Only if you are at the bottom of the hill. Listen, just as we had anticipated, Loomis's son has arrived. It won't be long until he reaches Haddonfield."
The voice on the other end remained quiet for a bit before replying. "I would have been taken back if he hadn't. No matter, he will not get in the way of our plans for Samhain this year. I will personally make sure of it."
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Well, Billy makes his way to Haddonfield for reasons other than just school. How will he be able to manage what will come his way?
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