I'm not your typical guy-next-door. I have a passion for cutlery, and I'm skilled with a wide range of knives. You could say I have a killer instinct when it comes to cooking... or other things.

My favorite holiday is Halloween, of course! I enjoy long walks in the moonlight, stalking, and surprise visits to your window. I'm great at keeping secrets, and I promise never to speak... because I can't.

I'm a bit of a homebody, but when I do go out, it's for something special – like hunting down babysitters or anyone else who gets in my way.

What I'm Looking For:
I'm looking for someone who can appreciate my unique interests and quirks. Someone who appreciates a silent type. Small talk isn't really my thing. If you enjoy suspenseful nights, hiding in the closet, or a good game of cat and mouse, we might be a perfect match.

Loyalty is important to me. I want someone who won't run away when things get a little... intense. Someone who can stand by my side through thick and thin (walls).

A sense of humor is a must. I love a good laugh, especially when it's accompanied by a blood-curdling scream.

Fun Facts:

I've been around for decades and have a vast collection of masks, each with its own unique personality.

I'm a homeowner. My childhood home in Haddonfield has been in my family for generations. You could say I'm quite attached to it.

If you're not afraid to take a chance on a guy with a mysterious past and a penchant for sharp objects, Who knows, we might just have a killer connection.

Diary Entry: October 31st

Dear Diary,

Well, it's that time of year again. Halloween! You know what that means - time to dust off the old knife and mask and go out for a night of slashing and dashing. It's become a bit of a tradition at this point, hasn't it? I woke up feeling extra stabby today, so I decided to give my knife a little pep talk in the mirror. "You're the sharpest, most terrifying knife in the world," I told it. "And together, we're going to carve up a good time tonight!" I spent the afternoon practicing my menacing slow walk. You know, the one where I somehow manage to catch up to running teenagers without ever breaking a sweat? It's all about the intimidation factor, you see. Then came the tricky part: picking out a costume. I considered going as a sexy nurse, but I realized that might be a bit too on the nose. So, I settled for the classic mask and coveralls. Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right? I decided to swing by the local pumpkin patch for some last-minute decorations. I thought about carving some cute jack-o'-lanterns, but then I remembered that I can't exactly handle sharp objects without going on a little murder spree. So, I settled for just lurking in the shadows and scaring the daylights out of the poor folks who were trying to enjoy some innocent pumpkin-picking. Now it's nighttime, and I'm ready to hit the town. I'm going to make sure this Halloween is a real scream, quite literally. And who knows, maybe I'll finally catch up to that pesky Laurie Strode this year. Third time's the charm, right?

Wish me luck, Diary, and remember: when in doubt, just keep on slashing!

Yours creepily,
Michael Myers.

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Diary Entry: November 1st

Dear Diary,

Well, Halloween is officially over, and it was another night of, well, let's call it "mixed results." I suppose it's time for my annual post-Halloween reflection.

Last night started off with such promise. I was all geared up in my mask and coveralls, ready to terrify the town. But it seems like the fates conspired against me once again. I thought I had Laurie Strode cornered, but somehow she managed to escape my clutches once more. She's like the Houdini of babysitters, I swear. As the night went on, I did manage to give a few unsuspecting folks a good scare. There were screams, there were tears, and there was running. Ah, the sweet sound of people screaming for their lives. But deep down, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
I watched the trick-or-treaters from the shadows, and I couldn't help but envy the kids in their costumes, the parents taking photos, and the neighbors sharing candy. It's hard being the only one who always brings the death and destruction to the party. After the mayhem died down, I returned to my old, abandoned childhood home. It's not much of a home, really, just an eerie, decrepit house filled with dark memories. I took off my mask and stared at my reflection in the dusty mirror. Who am I, really? Just a relentless force of evil? Is there any humanity left in me? I can't help but wonder if there's more to life than this never-ending pursuit. Maybe it's time for some self-reflection, some soul-searching, or maybe even a career change.

I don't know, Diary. Maybe I'm just tired of always being the bad guy. But for now, I'll hang up my knife and mask, at least until next Halloween. Who knows what the future holds? Maybe I'll find a different path, one that doesn't involve stalking babysitters and teenagers. Until then, I'll just be here in the darkness, contemplating my existence.

Yours in a reflective gloom,
Michael Myers


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Diary Entry: November 2nd

Dear Diary,

Today is a new day, and I'm feeling strangely different. It's as if the post-Halloween blues have lifted, and I've rediscovered my sense of purpose. Maybe I just needed a good night's sleep and some time to reflect on things. Sure, Halloween didn't go exactly as planned, and Laurie Strode managed to slip through my fingers once again, but you know what they say: "Fall seven times, stand up eight." Well, I've fallen many more times than that, but I'm ready to stand up once more.
I've decided that instead of dwelling on the past and questioning my existence, I'm going to embrace my unique talents. I mean, how many people can say they've carved out a niche for themselves as a legendary slasher? It's not a traditional career path, but it's mine.
So, I've dusted off my mask, sharpened my knife, and I'm ready to get back out there. Who cares if I'm the bad guy? Someone's got to do it, right? Besides, it's not all bad. I get to wear a cool mask, and I'm practically immortal. There are perks to this gig! I've even come up with a new catchphrase: "When the leaves fall, Michael Myers rises." I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?

Anyway, Diary, it's time to get back to what I do best. There are new victims to terrify, and I've got a reputation to uphold. Halloween may be over, but the spirit of Michael Myers lives on.

Yours confidently and ready to slash,
Michael Myers

Diary Entry: October 31st

Dear Diary,
It's that time of year again – Halloween! A whole year has passed since my last entry, and what a year it's been. I've had my ups and downs, my moments of reflection and confidence, but one thing remains constant: my unwavering commitment to the art of the scare.
This year, I decided to switch things up a bit. Instead of immediately donning my good ol' mask and going on a rampage, I took some time to prepare. I've been working on my stealth skills, honing my knife-wielding techniques, and perfecting my menacing slow walk. You could say I'm a slasher with a plan now. As the night falls and the moon rises, I can feel the anticipation building. There's an electric energy in the air on Halloween, and I thrive on it. Tonight, I've got some new tricks up my sleeve (not literally, of course). But here's the twist, Diary. This year, I'm thinking about giving Laurie Strode a break. After all, it's been a relentless pursuit, and maybe it's time for a new challenge. I've heard there's a whole world of unsuspecting victims out there, just waiting to be scared out of their wits. So, tonight, I'm going to let fate take me where it will. I'll wander the dark streets, seeking out new prey, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll find a new nemesis to tangle with. Who knows what this Halloween will bring?

I'm excited, Diary. It's a fresh start, a new chapter in my never-ending horror story. And as I slip into my mask and pick up my trusty knife, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. Let the Halloween festivities begin!

Yours in anticipation of the frights to come,
Michael Myers

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Diary Entry: November 1st

Dear Diary,
Well, Halloween has come and gone once again, and it's time for my annual post-Halloween reflection. This year was different, Diary, and not in a good way.
I set out with the intention of trying something new, a change from the usual routine of chasing down unsuspecting victims. But, alas, my attempt at a different approach didn't go as planned.
Instead of striking fear into the hearts of new victims, I found myself feeling lost and disconnected from the very essence of who I am. I wandered the dark streets aimlessly, my knife feeling heavier in my hand than ever before. I realized that, perhaps, I've been defining myself too narrowly. Maybe I'm more than just a masked killer. Maybe there's more to life than the pursuit of terror. The loneliness and isolation that have always been my constant companions started to weigh on me.
As I returned to my cold, empty childhood home, I couldn't help but wonder if there's a way to break this cycle of violence and despair. Is there any hope for redemption, Diary? Can someone like me ever find a different path, a path that doesn't involve inflicting fear and death?
I took off my mask and stared at my reflection in the mirror, and for the first time, I saw the sadness in my own eyes. Who have I become, and is it possible to change?

It's a difficult question to answer, Diary, and one that weighs heavily on my mind. As I sit in the darkness, I can't help but wonder if there's a way to find some semblance of humanity within myself.
For now, I'll take some time to reflect on this and try to find a glimmer of hope amid the darkness that surrounds me. Maybe, just maybe, there's a chance for a different future.

Yours in a somber contemplation,
Michael Myers

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Diary Entry: November 1st (a follow up)

Dear Diary,

Well, you won't believe what happened after Halloween this year! It's time for my annual post-Halloween confession: I was just kidding in my previous entries. Yep, the whole "existential crisis" thing was just a ruse to keep you entertained. In reality, Halloween was a smashing success. I may have tried a new approach, but I couldn't resist the siren call of my classic Michael Myers persona. That's right, I was back to my slashing ways, and it felt absolutely invigorating.
Laurie Strode didn't stand a chance, as I gave her the fright of her life once again. And I even managed to meet a new batch of unsuspecting victims who screamed, ran, and added to the chaos. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline rush of the hunt, it's all still very much a part of who I am.
So, there you have it, Diary. I'm not having an existential crisis, and I'm not questioning my path in life. I'm a slasher through and through, and I'm proud of it. Halloween may be over, but I'll be counting down the days until next year's festivities.

Thanks for bearing with my little joke, Diary. Until next time, remember to always keep things spooky!

Yours in high spirits,
Michael Myers.