Move over pumpkin spice, there’s a new October thirst trap in town. Forget calendars full of firefighters and boy bands, this month belongs to the one, the only, Michael freakin’ Myers. He’s serving “murder chic” with a side of cheek, rocking nothing but a knife, a mask, and enough confidence to strut straight into your nightmares. Perfect for hitting the haunted houses, scaring the neighbors, or just flexing your dad bod gone bad.
