Dr. Wynn: I'd like you to come back to Smith's Grove.
Dr. Loomis: Dr. Wynn, you know it is not wise to play Halloween pranks.
Kara: Beth, who's that guy that lives across the hall from you?
Beth: Why? You interested?
Kara: No. He's always staring out of his window. Last night I caught him watching me.
Beth: Oh, that must be Tommy. On a weirdness scale from one to ten, he rates about a thirteen. Supposedly some scary s**t happened to him when he was a kid. Messed up his head really bad. He's harmless though. Probably just lonely...
Tim Strode: ...or horny. Something you haven't felt in a while.
Mrs. Blankenship: A long, long time ago, it was a night of great power. When the days grew short, all across the land, huge bonfires were lit. Oh, there was a marvelous celebration. And they dressed up in costumes, hoping to ward off the evil spirits. Especially the bogey man.
John Strode: Enough of this Michael Myers bullshit!
Tommy Doyle: When Michael Myers was six years old, he stabbed his sister to death. He was locked up for years in Smith's Grove Sanitarium, but he escaped. Soon after, Halloween became another word for mayhem! One by one, he killed his entire family, until his nine-year-old niece, Jamie Lloyd, was the only one left alive. Six years ago -- Halloween night -- Michael and Jamie vanished. Most people believed them dead but I believe someone hid them away. Someone who keeps Michael, protects him... tries to control him. If there's one thing I know, you can't control evil. You can lock it up, burn it, and bury it, and pray that it dies, but it never will. It just... rests awhile. You can lock your doors, and say your prayers, but the evil is out there... waiting. And maybe, just maybe... it's closer than you think!