Halloween IV: The Ultimate Edition by Nicholas Page A

meaning that in order to be able to find it, you would have to dig deep into his personality. He took his job seriously, and even when the situation seemed too absurd to be true, he faithfully investigated; or he would send some deputy to do it for him, and the deputy would curse to himself for finding a dead gopher in the middle of the road instead of a dead baby, or an old man who insisted he saw The Buddah staring at him from outside his bedroom window, like two weeks ago.
    “Why would he be here?” he questioned.
    Loomis told him sternly, “The car crash that killed Laurie Strode and her husband left an orphan in Haddonfield.”
    The Sheriff was plainly surprised. “ Jamie Lloyd?”
    “Yes. Wherever that child is, she’s in danger .”
    Meeker was still inquisitive, his interests up. “Myers’ been locked up since before she was born. He’s never laid eyes on her.”
    “Seven bodies, Sheriff,” Loomis declared. “That’s what I’ve seen between here and
Ridgemont…..a filling station in flames. Michael Myers is here in this town right now! He’s come to kill that child and whoever else stands in his way!”
    Meeker’s lips drew thin. His eyes were hardened and pensive. He was contemplating.
    Then, he turned to the deputy with the Reader’s Digest . “Call the State troopers and check this story.” He turned to Loomis, “All right, let’s assume for a minute that what you say is true ”
    “It is true, Sheriff!” he insisted as the deputy obeyed and began to dial.
    The sheriff continued, “Fine. If it’s true, then I want to know what the hell we can do to avoid a repeat often years ago.”
    “We have to find the little girl,” Loomis instructed. “Get her someplace safe. Call the local television. Tell them to get everyone off the streets and behind locked doors.”
    The deputy turned from the phone. “I can’t get long distance, Sheriff. Operator says the phone lines are down.”
    This was cause enough for the sheriff to move. His tremendous build swerved around the convocation of desks until he came to the shotgun rack. He went immediately for a twelve gauge Ithaca pump, and pulled it down. He knew his profession well; everything was automatic, flowing like clockwork as he loaded shells and pocketed anything remaining. Then he turned to Doctor Loomis, striding back toward the front desk.
    “Coming?”
    “Not until I see your man make that call.”
    The deputy began to dial at the sheriff’s command, and, satisfied, Loomis turned back to Meeker.
    “All right,” the sheriff told him, “let’s go check on the girl.”
    As they started for the front double doors, they could hear the first few sentences of the deputy as he spoke into the receiver: “Yeah, Sheriff’s office calling for Bill Miller Bill, Deputy Pierce We got an emergency situation here. We need everybody off the streets pronto…..”
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Fifteen
    Rachel swore to herself that she never had been as thoroughly excited about Halloween and trick-ortreating as Jamie was this night. Nearly every single time she would visit the doorstep of some cheerful neighbor who would smile and say something sweet and dropped a few pieces of candy into her plastic bag, she would politely but hurryingly blurt out a ‘thank you’ and be well on her way to the next house, half- running. To Rachel, Halloween was fun, not in a strict sense but in a sort of sense that this night wasn’t dull and ordinary. And, of course, she enjoyed the fact that Jamie was truly happy; overjoyed, even.
    “Wait for me,” Rachel called out, refusing to run. “Jamie, wait....”
    But the little girl was too involved with the splendor of it all; her little clown outfit, sparkling dimly under the street lights, more and more small packages of chocolate and lemon drops and bubble gum waiting to fill her bag. “This is great ,