Everything changed the night he came home.
Halloween wasn’t the first horror film.
Not even the first slasher, for that matter, as Black Christmas predates it.
But the story of Michael Myers, armed with a license to kill, relentlessly harassing small-town babysitters, set the tone for what was to come in the glory days of the ’80s murder movement.
There have been sequels and reboots and reimagining’s.
Monsters in the dark have risen and fallen, captivated a nation, been spoofed, then roared back to blood-spattered life.
Through it all, one piece of music hits like no other:
