I met him 15 years ago. I was told there was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding in even the most rudimentary sense, of life or death, or good or evil, of right or wrong. I met this 6 year old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes. The devil’s eyes. I spent eight years trying to reach him and then another seven trying to keep him locked up, because I realized that what was living behind that boy’s eyes was purely and simply evil.

Halloween (1978) John Carpenter