Hellotober day 21 | MICHEAL MYERS

Hunter’s Log – Day 21
Haddon Field lies under a harvest moon tonight, the streets washed in a pale orange glow. Fallen leaves skitter like restless spirits down empty sidewalks. Every house is shuttered tight not from the cold, but from memory. This town has seen horror before, and it has learned to hide.

Tonight’s quarry is Silo Myers a legend whispered like a ghost story around dying bonfires. A silent shape in a mask, walking with the patience of death itself. No rage, no madness, no desire. Only purpose. A monster who does not hunt for hunger, but because the hunt is all he has left.

There is a dark elegance in that.
A discipline I almost respect.
But Halloween is the month of endings. And even legends bleed when carved properly.

The jack-o’-lantern moon hangs high, casting long shadows through the sleeping streets. I feel him before I hear him like the cold breath of a grave opening. His knife glimmers like a sliver of autumn frost.

Mine glows like a candle flame in the dark.

Two hunters, two stories, one night soaked in orange and ash.
When the pumpkins rot and the candy bowls empty, only one of us will remain to tell the tale.

OC belongs to: @ snivyy  Silo the Molf