Samuel Haine was an ordinary kid who loved to dress up for Halloween and go door to door begging for candy. This year was a very special year as it was his 16th birthday, which happened to fall on October 31st. Samuel was an artistic boy, designing his own costume from scratch. The mask, made of latex and rubber cement, formed smoothly against his face, a malevolent grin carved across the grey exterior. The hair blew freely in the wind, adding an ominous shadow across his face as he prepared to go trick or treating.
Living in a small, rural town surrounded by cornfields, Samuel walked cautiously down the dusty road, stopping by each and every farmhouse. As he turned to leave the house near the end of his road, he heard the screams echoing across the wind. Rushing towards the barn, he could see the boys standing around the girl who was crying. One held a knife to her neck, threatening to kill her if she screamed again.
The machete sticking out from the rotten stump next to him caught his eye. Pulling it free, Samuel lowered his mask and crept in slowly. The next sound that could be heard were the screams of the boys being torn apart by the dull edge of the machete's blade.
Many years had past since that day. Samuel was all but forgotten, locked away for killing that night. But soon, very soon, he would escape, a tortured soul seeking blood from those who choose to spill it. A legend would begin, the legend of a boy known as "Sam Haine", a terror that returns every Halloween, wearing that same grey mask and wielding the same dull machete.