I rambled around the Midwest in my late teens and early twenties for a spell. Spent a stretch of time in Haddenfield Illinois during my 21st and 22nd years. I arrived there August of '77. Got me a job at the Tower Farm, which at that point was a diminishing hog operation. It was always good to work a hog farm. Made getting rid of bodies that much easier.
Pigs are good partners in my line of work. Kinda like garbage disposals; they'll eat everything. Even the bones. There is something just more satisfying partnering up with an eater as opposed to a killer. Might be they eat a piece of leg, or a soft piece of belly flesh or something more tender and appetizing indeed. Naw, you don't die quick with a pig.
Now, some people think dogs are good partners, and there's some truth to that. Train 'em to kill and they can be a formidable ally. Rip a man's throat out slick as can be, and he's dead in less than a minute. Yet then, when it's all done you have to clean up the mess. Naw, give me a pen of hungry hogs any day of the week.
After the fall hogs were sold and farrowing season was complete that spring of '78 I got laid off Tower Farms and ventured on into town. It was there that I got a job at The Rabbit in Red Lounge, as a cook. The owner let me rent out a room above the bar. It was a pretty sweet deal, and I do have to say I brought a bit of class to the place. My pierogies were scarfed down by the dozen.
Listening to the local gossip I then learned about Him. Micheal Myers. Pure evil they all said. Urban legends live in every small town, but this one seemed to have some teeth to it. So I ventured on to investigate. The kind of boy who could murder his sister at the age of six, I felt like we might have a lot in common . That summer I started volunteering on Sundays at the Smith's Grove Sanitarium. It was there I met Terence Wynn. I felt a kindred spirit with Wynn as I did with Myers. My kind of people.
Later that year, on Halloween Eve, Wynn and I orchestrated the escape of Myers, releasing him onto Haddonfield. Though I didn't have near the numbers Myers did that night I still enjoyed my own bit a mayhem.
Then on the morning of November 1st 1978 the smell of iron left the air in the crisp autumn dew of first light. I knew it was my time to leave Haddenfield, so I hitched a ride to the next small town down the road.
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