The sky dark with clouds, the early morning rain came down lightly but constantly with the occasional flash of lightning and rumble of thunder, adding to the surreal feeling of the crime scene at 45 Lampkin Lane. Several police cars were parked in front of and near the house, their red and blue lights flashing, with yellow police tape marking off the front yard as well as the sidewalk and part of the street.

A coroner's van was also parked outside the house, its rear doors hanging open. A few officers searched the lawn for any evidence, though things like footprints were out of the question thanks to the rain. Everyone else was in the house, examining the bodies they discovered and searching every inch of the house itself for evidence.

The police had initially been called when a neighbor noticed that the front door of the house had been standing wide open for quite some time. Despite the negative feelings that house always caused in general to residents of Haddonfield, the two officers who first responded to the call hadn't been prepared for what they discovered inside of the house, one of them almost losing their breakfast. Nothing could have prepared them for that hellish nightmare.

After seeing the large smear of blood on the floor of the one second floor bedroom, they'd peered under the bed, finding Thora's corpse, her eyeball still dangling out. That was when they'd decided to call in what they'd found to get some other officers to the scene, though their numbers were still stretched thin due to the fact that Sheriff Elamb was still missing.

Deputy Auteberry arrived soon after with the other officers, most of whom had been taking a break from searching for Sheriff Elamb. In addition to Thora's body, they'd also discovered Chance's body in the attic and Libby's body in the front of Elissa's truck. Elissa was nowhere to be found. They also found blood in Chance's bedroom where she'd been stabbed and on the floor of the attic where her body had been placed. They half expected to find Lonnie's body too, but were relieved when they didn't.

On Thora's bed, they found two pieces of rope tied to the bedposts at the foot of the bed and a dried, white fluid on the covers that they suspected was semen. That was about it for evidence. There was no murder weapon and no obvious clues to the murderer's identity, though they all had the same name on their minds, at least at first: Michael Myers.

A police photographer took numerous photos of the bodies and other areas of the crime scene. Chance and Thora had entry wounds on their bodies, probably caused by a knife, and all three girls had bruises on their throats where someone had obviously choked them. After that, the two coroner transporters placed Chance and Thora in body bags and took them out to their van. They'd have to come back for Libby's body.

After a while, Rob showed up looking for Chance. He knew something was wrong as he neared the house though, able to see the police car lights in the distance. Making his way past the TV news reporter and her cameramen who'd since shown up to the crime scene, he explained who he was to Officer Pickford who then went to retrieve Deputy Auteberry.

"I'm Deputy Adrian Auteberry," he said to Rob as he approached across the wet, muddy yard, stepping underneath the police tape.

"Robert Crewe," he responded. "I'm Chance Ruskin's boyfriend."

"Mr. Crewe, I'd like to talk to you, but I think you'd better sit down," Adrian responded, leading Rob towards his cruiser, opening the door for Rob to get into the back before getting in himself on the other side.

Rob looked over at Adrian, waiting in silence, the only sound being the rain splattering against the back window, though he felt impatient, already pretty sure he knew what he was about to be told. Adrian looked back at him, always finding it difficult to break news such as that to someone. There was no easy way to do it.

"We've found the bodies of Chance, along with her roommates, Thora Esser and Libby Burns. I'm sorry," Adrian told him, watching him carefully for his reaction.

Rob's breathing faltered and he let out a sigh, not saying anything for a moment. He was trying to resist breaking down right there in front of the Deputy.

Succeeding, at least for the time being, he let out another sigh and then asked, "What about Elissa? Elissa Green? She lived here too."

"We haven't found her yet. We've put out an APB on her."

Rob was silent again before responding with, "Can I do anything to help? Chance...she meant a lot to me. I'll do whatever I can to help."

"Well, do you have any idea who might have done this?"

Rob thought about the question for a moment before saying, "Tyrone Bradford."

Adrian nodded for Rob to continue, remembering Tyrone's name from the report about the dog heart in the fridge at that same house.

"Tyrone was the boyfriend of Libby and the other girls had recently kicked Libby out. She was causing trouble and they had issues with Tyrone before too."

Adrian nodded again. Though that didn't automatically make Tyrone the murderer, it certainly made him stick out even more to Adrian. And he again couldn't help but wonder if Tyrone was involved with Lonnie's disappearance too.

Taking out his notepad and making a note, Adrian then said, "Thanks for that information. Would you mind coming to the police station to talk some more?"

Rob shook his head 'yes' before saying, "As I said, I'll do whatever I can to help."

Deputy Auteberry and Rob were exiting the interrogation room, having spent a couple hours going over everything. Though Adrian still had to call the hardware store to confirm that Rob was indeed working there late the night before, he seemed to have an ironclad alibi. Showing Rob where the vending machines were as he'd asked, Adrian turned to head back to his office when he heard shouting coming from the lobby area.

"I don't care if the investigation is still underway, I demand to know what is going on at my house! Your officers would not let me go in, saying that I'd compromise the integrity of the crime scene. It's my house! I've paid the property taxes on it for years! Who are you all to tell me I can't go in? Who the hell is in charge here now, anyway? I have every right to enter my own house!" Bart Rowe's voice echoed down the hall, followed by the sharp clicking of hard-soled shoes on the tiled floors and the voice of the desk officer demanding that he come back to the lobby immediately.

"I'm not leaving until I speak to whoever is running this place now! I spent a small fortune fixing that place up, and I have every right to go in and see how bad the damage is! I spent over a grand just refinishing the floors not a month before those girls moved in! Fresh paint on every wall, another five hundred easy! If anything has soaked into the floor boards, or into the Sheetrock, I'm looking at dropping another couple grand easy, not to mention the fact that with all that tape blowing in the breeze and what looks like the entire Haddonfield Sheriff's department staked out on the lawn, how the hell am I supposed to rent that place out anytime soon?! Huh?!"

Rob's fists clenched involuntarily as the voices drew closer, and he whipped around from the vending machines and started towards the commotion.

Adrian was already on his way down the hall and Rob followed after him, the Coke he'd wanted to buy completely forgotten about.

Neither of them got far though as Bart came up the hallway and Adrian greeted him with, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Bart started to open his mouth, but Adrian cut him off before he could even get the first syllable out.

"This is a police station and you will not come barging in here like you own the place!"

The desk officer came running up behind Bart, stopping a few feet behind him.

"I'm sorry, sir," the young officer said to Adrian. "I tried to stop him."

Adrian gave him a simple nod, but kept his attention on Bart, feeling rather enraged at his rudeness.

"Now you can either calmly explain why you're here or you can turn around and walk right back out of here," Adrian then said to Bart, looking him in the eyes as he spoke.

Rob's fists were still clenched. He'd heard part of what Bart was shouting about and didn't really care to hear more about it, but he was also trying to respect the Deputy, unlike Bart.

"I'm Bart Rowe and I'm not leaving until I speak to whoever the hell is running this place now. Would that be you," Rowe's eyes dropped to read the brass plate on Adrian's chest "Deputy Auteberry? If not, I want to speak to who ever is in charge, now."

"I am in charge, Mr. Rowe," Adrian replied sternly. "And you can drop the attitude right now. I realize you seem to think that the world revolves around you, but in case you haven't been paying attention, this town's currently dealing with a missing sheriff and a triple homicide. So if you don't mind, spit out whatever it is that's so urgent."

Adrian had only known this man for a minute and he already disliked him. He was a man who was quite obviously very full of himself.

"Well, thank god, now we're getting somewhere. I want you to tell your men to let me into the house to survey the damage. I overheard one of your meat-wagon boys talking about the stinker that they were about to haul off, and thank god that one wasn't inside. But what about the two that were? Do you have any idea of what I might be looking at financially to completely replace the affected Sheetrock and repaint those bed rooms? I don't even want to think about what the floor's going to cost me. You have any idea how hard it is to get those narrow planks anymore? I might have to rip the whole thing out if anything's soaked through the finish. The paint job alone is going to take the whole deposit, and what about the fourth girl? They say she's no where to be found, are they sure she's not stashed up in a cupboard, possibly rotting away as we speak?"

Adrian and Rob's eyes widened as Bart spoke and before Adrian could tell him off again, Rob had moved past Adrian, swinging and landing a punch to Bart's jaw, knocking him to the floor. Climbing on top of Bart, who was dazed from the sudden attack, Rob punch him in the face again and pulled his arm back for a third punch. Rob didn't say anything, his face red and teeth gritted with anger, his eyes getting watery.

Both Adrian and the desk officer moved to pull Rob off, though it had crossed both of their minds to just let Rob take out all of his frustrations on Bart. Rob came off easily enough, now more upset than angered. The desk officer walked Rob away, trying to comfort him as Adrian stared down at Bart, a little blood oozing from his left nostril. Adrian offered a hand to Bart, who scowled but accepted the help. And that was where the help ended, for Adrian then shoved Bart up against the wall, gripping his shirt tightly, ready to start punching on him too.

"Listen up, you worthless sack of shit!" Adrian said in a loud voice that instantly wiped the scowl from Bart's face. "That boy's girlfriend was one of the victims and you have the audacity to come in here talking like that in front of him?! You make me sick! If I weren't an officer of the law, I'd probably help him knock some sense in your damn head! Now get out of this station!"

Bart nodded quickly, and Auteberry released his grip. He quickly made his way towards the exit, however he couldn't help but continue to rant although in a much softer tone as he exited the Sheriff's Department out into the still rainy afternoon.

"I don't even want to think about what this is going to do to my chances of renting the place out again anytime soon. People do drive down Lampkin Lane even this late, especially on Friday nights. The last thing I need them seeing a dozen officers out on the lawn and yellow tape flapping in the breeze." he muttered, more to himself than anything as he made his way out to his car which he'd double-parked in the front lot. "That house is absolutely impossible to sell, everyone in this stinking town knows that. The last thing I need is to also make it impossible to rent. I've got to make something on it after all. I've paid the property taxes on it every year since I inherited it too, between that an the renovations I've got to get something back out of it. No locals will even consider it, and without the college nearby I'd never stand a chance of renting it out. Imagine how hard it will be now!"

Adrian Auteberry was once again in his office, his mood worsened thanks to Mr. Rowe. He tried to get his mind back to the bigger problem though.

While the DNA testing of the blood and possible semen at the house would tell them for sure, Adrian was pretty certain that Rob wasn't the murderer nor had he been in on it. His alibi ready did seem solid and besides, his reaction to the news of his girlfriend's death had said a lot even before he'd been questioned. You could usually tell a lot by a person's initial reaction to news like that.

All signs seemed to point to Tyrone Bradford being the culprit, but if he was, as Mr. Rowe had asked, where was the other girl, Elissa? Had he kidnapped her or had she helped him? The latter idea seemed unlikely, but then again, that scenario wouldn't be a first either.

And then there was Lonnie. If Tyrone hadn't been involved in Lonnie going missing, who had been? Of course, Michael Myers' name had been thrown around. It seemed to have been thrown around a lot lately. Where was the evidence though? There was no proof that he'd had returned to his hometown again. A lot of people in Haddonfield still feared even hearing his name, but there had been no sign of him for over two decades. In fact, the town had been pretty quiet after his last visit, other than a couple isolated incidents which had been proven to have nothing to do with Myers.

Sighing and shaking his head, he put aside the file on his desk on the latest events at the town's infamous murder house. It'd certainly keep him busy for at least the next few weeks as everything was sorted out. He wasn't looking forward to it and the long hours that would come with it, but it had to be done.

He found that name coming back up in his mind though. Michael Myers. Two separate murderers striking in the same exact place seemed incredibly unlikely, especially in a small town. But what if he had returned? As weird as it might seem for a cop to think, he hoped that Myers had simply moved on once more because the last thing Haddonfield needed was him running around again.

He really hoped so.