Locked away in silence for 15 years,
Inside Smith's Grove.
Tonight's the night that I finish what I started.
Murdering my sister,
On All Hallow's Eve.
As the blade pierced her skin,
I heard her scream.
Clown costume, with red all over my hands.
So much blood on the floor.
True evil was born on a quiet night in Haddonfield.
I am the shape in the dark,
Searching for my blood.
I am the terror in the night.
I am the shape in the dark,
Searching for my blood.
I am the terror in the night.
There's no man inside,
Only a devil reaping the night.
You can't reason with madness.
Terror.
Dr. Loomis can't bring me down.
Sooner or later he'll be 6 feet below the ground.
Dr. Loomis won't take me alive.
His blood will drip down from the blade of my butcher knife.
Dr. Loomis can't bring me down.
Dr. Loomis won't take me alive.
Mr. Sandman bring me a dream.
I am the boogeyman.
Laurie Strode,
There is nowhere to go.
Piercing through, scraping bone.
The night he came home.
I met him 15 years ago, I was told there was nothing left.
No reason, no conscience, no understanding.
And even the most rudimentary sense of life or death,
Of good or evil, right or wrong.
I met this 6 year old child,
With this blank, pale, emotionless face.
And the blackest eyes.
The devil's eyes.

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