Exhausted and numb from twenty years of booze, pills, and helicopter parenting, Laurie Strode anxiously endured the days leading up to Halloween with her usual edginess. Call her overly cautious, but on October 31, 1998, the menacing figure who gave her a gnarly left upper arm scar from a sharp kitchen knife, by the hands of fate, found her at the private boarding school in northern California where she taught. Once she knew her teenage son was out of harms way, she broke the security entrance sensor, busted an ax out of its casing, and screamed "Michael!" as the music swelled with the orchestral remix of John Carpenter's original score. I get goosebumps every time I watch that scene.