"Nobody calls me chicken shit," you say grabbing your coat from the kitchen table.

"Carlie and Danny should be at the hospital already."

"Let's go!"

Ziggy grabs your arm and smiles, "This is going to be one hell of a night."

And with that, the two of you are out the door. You glance outside the car window as you and Ziggy drive pass Lampkin Lane. The street is full of people.

"Hey. Look over there. I wonder what the hell is going on," you ask.

"It's that Michael Myers crap,"

"Michael Myers?"

"Yeah. He use to live there until one Halloween Night in 1963, he killed his sister,"

"You're shittin' me."

"I'm being honest. And those kids they found over on Orange Grove. They think he was the one that did it."

You feel a trail of chills travel down you back. Michael Myers. The thought of it just gives you the creeps. Then you wonder. Could it have been him chasing you earlier tonight. You could tell Ziggy or you could keep your mouth shut and hope you never see that Figure again.

Do you TELL ZIGGY or KEEP QUIET?