( Erica Loomis. [RP] ) Trust was not something that Michael handed out freely. It was something he had only… twishort.com/ht9nc

Glancing up to the moon, her arms tightening around her, the young Loomis felt a shiver rush down her spine as a gust of wind blew past. October is here, and with it far more to fear than people of Haddonfield have yet to realize.

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( Erica Loomis. [RP] ) Fear flickered in her dazed eyes, and momentary amusement flickered in his, the same… twishort.com/PQBnc

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Only 16 days until her birthday Just once, can time pause before then?? Only for a few moments—

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Well . . . if it makes him feel any better, she likes his hair. It's not like he's wearing neon and sweatpants.

It seems like Haddonfield can either be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. It all depends on the situation. And of course.

It all depends on the company one keeps. It's why she tends to keep to herself.

It’s her birthday. G r o s s .

Setting her phone down, the brunette bites her lower lip for a moment before returning to her book. She doesn’t know why she expected this year to be any different.

One more hour. One more hour, then her birthday is finally over this year. That hour can’t go fast enough.

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Sitting in the library with her laptop, the brunette gently chews on the string of her hoodie, eyes locked on her screen. There /had/ to be an easier way.

No, she’s totally not about to fall asleep on a park bench. Why would anyone think that? . . . Other than her eyes feeling far heavier than they should—

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Michael halts as a sudden pang of . . . urgency surges through his system, causing goosebumps not brought on by the cold to rise on his arms while his nose crinkles at the bridge. Something is . . . off. He can feel it.