I'm Your Boogeyman

October 23, 2013

A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates. End of semester is coming up, and I've been trying to catch up with some things. Not only that, but I've been writing a book for a friend that I hope to have done by their birthday, so I've been busy!

Sam got to a motel on the Illinois-Iowa boarder nearing seven in the evening. He was low on gas, and you desperately needed to find a restroom, or Sam had about six minutes until he would have to get the leather on the seat replaced. 

"I'll help book you a room, and then I'll go get gas. While I'm gone, you can... do whatever you need to do. Shower, change, whatever." Sam parked the car outside of the run-down motel and looked anxiously to his fuel levels. 

The motel was in the middle of nowhere, and gave off serious Bates' Motel vibes. It looked like no one had been there for a while. The lights on the 'MOTEL' were barely visible, and they were flickering like fairy lights. The only other vehicle in the parking lot was a beat-up truck, presumably belonging to the receptionist. 

"Welcome to the Elk's Motel. We charge $10 a night per person, and if you don't have bags, it's an extra $5. Would you like one bed or two?" The man at the front desk tiredly asked, not glancing up from his comic book. 

"Two, please." Sam placed a twenty-dollar-bill down on the counter. "And, we have bags." 

"Here's your key; would you like me to grab your bags?" The tone the receptionist had was identical to Jeffrey Dahmer's. Monotone, exactly like a flatline. 

"No, that's alright. We've got it." Sam looked like the room number on the key. "Y/N, why don't you go grab the bags? We're in Room 4."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll grab them." You walked back out the door and stood still for a moment. Standing in Davenport, you realized that this side of Illinois had entirely different weather than Haddonfield. Haddonfield was usually warmer, and the wind was minimal, two miles per hour were considered by some of the older locals 'Strong 'nuff fer a ternader warnin'. Here, the winds had to be at least 15 miles per hours, and it you could clearly see the Aquarius constellation. 

You stood, watching the trees violently swing in the wind for a moment before you saw something tumble across the parking lot. It appeared to be flexible, but not putty flexible. It tumbled over to you, and you picked up it. 

It was a blank mask with reddish-brown hair. 

You wanted to throw it away. You had zero intention of returning to Haddonfield, and you wanted nothing to do with Haddonfield. So, you walked over to dumpsters on the side of the building and slam-dunked the rubber hunk of Haddonfield. 

The member of the opposing team disagreed with your call. 

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"So, that's why I ran away." You concluded your long story about the Suspicious Life of Uncle U/N with his reaction to the AMBER alert. 

Sam sat there, a blank, yet confused, and almost concerned look on his face. You sat in silence, him staring at the layout of papers and photos on one of the beds, and you sat there, staring at him, willing him to say something. 

"Your father's will; may I see it again?" He pointed to the paper that was laying closest to you, and you handed it to him. 

"We need to find this 'D/B/F/M', but I'm not sure how." Sam said.

"Well, we could drive to the address." You suggested. 

"True, but what about your aunt and uncle? Where are they headed?" 

"...I don't know."

You and Sam were both thinking hard. You couldn't just go home, because if someone saw you, they'd definitely call U/N, which you didn't want to do. You couldn't really go to the agents in town, because they'd have to call U/N, under the oath they all took. So what else could you do?" 

"Y/N, may I see your phone, please?" Sam asked. 

"Um, sure. Why?" You pulled your phone out of your backpack, trying not to disturb Cooper, who was laying up against it on the motel floor. 

"I'm going to turn off the GPS, and then you'll call them. If they ask where you are, say that Cooper ran out of leash, and you ran after him, and you got a little lost, but you're okay now." 

"Okay. Okay, yeah, I can do that." Really, you were telling yourself that you could do it, but you still weren't so sure.

Sam handed you the phone, and you dialed Uncle U/N.

"Y/N, where are you?" 

"I'm sorry, I stumbled and dropped Cooper's leash, and he took off, and I ran after him, and-" 

"Are you okay?" Aunt A/N cut in. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I chased him down the road between Haddonfield and Russellville, and when I finally got him, I didn't know where I was, so I kept going and then I saw Sam's car, and he picked me up, and right now we're at a motel." 

"Sam? As in Dr. Sam Loomis?" 

"Yes, sir." Sam cut in. "I got the AMBER alert, so I was going to drive over and see if there was anything I could to help. I couldn't leave her on the side of the road. 

"Well, we're so far out of town right now. It wouldn't have done anything." 

"We didn't know that. Now, Y/N has been asking to go back to you. Where are you right now? I can drive her up tomorrow." 

"We're in Detroit." 

"Detroit, Michigan?" You and Sam asked in unison, surprised they had made it that far in a few hours.

"Yeah. I'll send the address and room number of the hotel we're at, and you can drive up tomorrow. 

"I don't know if we'll make it tomorrow. We're only about five miles from Iowa, so it may be two days." 

"I guess we'll have to book another night here, then. Call us when you've at least reach Michigan."

With that, he hung up. 

"Sam, we need to-" 

"Bring this to the agents."