Halloween: The Official Movie Novelization

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When I write a novelisation, I try to capture the screenwriters’ interpretation of the characters, but it’s also my book, which means that ultimately the version of Michael you’re going to get is mine. I tried to distill over forty years’ worth of my experiences of Michael into the novel, while at the same time getting at what, to me is the essence of his character: the inhuman alienness of him. Writing scenes from his perspective is especially challenging since, in a very real way, he doesn’t have a perspective. He’s kind of like a shark on two legs, a dark force of a nature. Hopefully, readers will think I did a good job writing Michael’s scenes. Jamie found herself trapped within this nightmarish existence, devoid of control over the body she now inhabited. She was nothing more than a helpless spectator, forced to see the world through the eyes of Michael Myers. The realization of whose eyes she was peering through sent terror spiraling within her mind as she grappled with the unsettling truth that her consciousness was merely a passenger within the vessel of the psychopath. A consciousness she was terrified of losing.

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Rachel’s guilt about feeling almost good about their deaths had never really left her. She could have forgiven Brady in time, maybe even Kelly, too. Now she’d never have the chance. Alice Patsey, a stern and formidable registered nurse with a quarter-century of service, was in an eerily quiet night shift. Perched at the deserted nurse's station, she sternly and meticulously attended to her tasks, leaving no room for error. Patient charts were scrutinized, and medical records were examined with an excellent eye for detail. The relentless glare of the fluorescent lights intensified her austere presence, while the aroma of freshly brewed coffee provided a momentary escape from the strict demands of her profession.Jamie felt familiar vibrations coming from within her. Shit, she thought. When the convulsions started, Jamie began to lose control of her body, and she began to seize. She knew if she didn’t scream, no one would come. Staff was light this afternoon, and she thought she’d die before anyone could help her. Jamie tried as hard as she could, and finally, it happened. For only the second time in a year, Jamie used her voice. “HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!” The younger woman began to get agitated. “I know what you're thinking, and that's why I didn't want to get into this with you. You're going to say that that's how it started with Grandpa Nordstrom.” Gathering her courage, Nurse Patsey forced her trembling hands to steady themselves as she leaned over Jamie, seeking to assess her condition. The young girl's muscles quivered and jerked involuntarily, like marionette strings pulled by an unseen puppeteer. It was an alarming sight, making it difficult for the nurse to ascertain the exact nature of Jamie's affliction. The frenzied movements created a chaotic dance of uncertainty, impeding Nurse Patsey's attempts to gather crucial information and devise a plan of action. Just shelved. I finished the book in March of 2020, and the studio hadn’t released my name as the novelisation’s author when they decided to postpone the movie. So for over a year, I got to watch fans wildly theorize online about what was going to happen in Halloween Kills, but I knew. I was glad my name wasn’t released. That way, I didn’t have to deal with fans messaging me and asking questions about the script I couldn’t answer. But I had so much fun writing the book that it was a bummer not being able to talk about it for so long!

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Sam, his expression lined with caution, observed the interaction between the two sisters. He recognized the significance At that moment, the boy realized the bitter truth: there was nowhere to flee and no one to rescue him from this nightmarish ordeal. His cries for help served only to invigorate the Shape, fueling the sadistic thrill that coursed through its veins, solidifying its reign of terror. Just drop the scissors, and let’s talk about it, okay? Everything will be alright.” Deep within, he knew that the situation Sheriff, I need your help! I know he is coming tonight. I can feel it. Jamie can feel it. What have you got to lose by helping me? If I’m wrong, I’m wrong, but if I am right… How many people did he kill last year? Do you remember? Your own daughter, Sheriff?” There was a brief hold, and then she heard Sam’s voice on the other end of the line. “Rachel? Is everything okay?”Jamie began to etch words onto the chalk with shaky fingers gripping the chalkboard’s surface. The screeching sound reverberated in the silence of her room.