Haddonfield, February 1960

The sunlight shone through the bare trees, causing the snow left on the bare branches and ground to glisten, it lay there, untouched, the purest thing. It had been a harsh winter, but it made up for a picturesque setting in the small town.

Compared to all the hustle and bustle of the main town of people trying to start their cars in the snow, mothers yelling to their children to come back inside and put on their scarf and hat before they ventured outside, the sound of boxes being shifted inside a van as a new family moved in…The forest was dead silent except for the unmistakable sound of a page turning every so often.

Grey eyes popped up from their original gaze on the magazine to scan their surroundings after hearing the crunch of snow being stepped on.

Nothing. Moving back down to the page, the noise momentarily forgotten about.

Crunch.

The grey eyes lifted up and the person they belonged to rose to their feet.

"Hello?" A small, airy voice called out.

With no answer, the snow crunched again as a pair of black converse finally came in to the view and grey eyes met with appeared to be black.

A few beat of silence,

"You know it's rude to sneak up on people." The girl spoke, the accent was strong and certainly not from around here, and the black eyes drank her in, she had long dark brown hair, her forehead covered by front bangs, full pouty pink lips, and the round and chubby face that came with being a five year old. She wore a white dress with white ankle socks and a pair of black and white saddle shoes, but what was most intriguing was the big stormy grey eyes that appeared to be too big for her face.

"You talk funny." The first words that were spoken by the boy since his arrival.

And without missing a beat -

"So do you."

The blonde boy smirked at the response.

"You just moved in." He noted, it wasn't hard to put two and two together, a moving van just three doors down across from his own house, a mysterious girl in the woods, of course it was the logical answer.

His suspicion was confirmed by a nod.

"My and my mammy moved here from Scotland, that's where I used to live."

The black eyes dropped down to the magazine in her small hand. Noticing, the girl held it up. "It's my mammy's." She stated. "You can read?" He pondered to which she shook her head. "No, I just like to look at the pictures – see her?" The brunette pointed to the front cover of the Vogue magazine, which the photograph of a woman with short blonde hair was printed on to, but the boy's gaze never moved from her.

"I'm going to be pretty like her when I grow up."

The boy said nothing and instead stared at her blankly, in fact his expression had not changed once save for the small smirk he had bestowed briefly, the magazine was lowered back down.

"I'm Evangeline Monroe." The girl introduced herself

"Michael Myers."