I met him, fifteen years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face and, the blackest eyes... the *devil's* eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him, and then another seven trying to keep him locked up because I realized what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely and simply... evil.
Michael Myers, on the lawn every year in Franklin.. I drive miles to see this.
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| He is coming to Haddonfield |
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| ..but he's stopping off in Franklin for a day or two |
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