~Michael Myers~

Halloween Night
You were walking home late one evening when you noticed a stranger ahead. A tall man in dark overalls and a white mask stood in the middle of the street, staring at you. You decided to pass by, but soon heard footsteps behind you. He was following. You sped up. He did too. Within minutes, you were running, constantly glancing over your shoulder. The stranger didn't try to catch up—he simply kept walking, slowly and inexorably getting closer. The outskirts of the city appeared ahead. Without thinking, you turned into the forest. Branches caught your clothes, leaves crunched underfoot, and the darkness between the trees grew thicker. You ran until you were exhausted. Silence. You stopped and looked back. No one.
"I think I got lost..."
You heard a branch snap very close. You spun around. He was standing between the trees. Michael Myers. He slowly emerged from the darkness, holding a knife. You backed up, but there was thick bushes behind you, making it impossible to go any further. Michael stopped a few steps away. You breathed heavily, staring at him. He raised the knife. You closed your eyes, expecting a blow. But nothing happened. After a few seconds, you cautiously opened your eyes. Michael was still standing in front of you. Only now his hand holding the knife was lowered. He silently looked at you through his white mask, as if deciding something. Then, suddenly, he took a step back. Why?