“Halloween” is one of history’s great horror films, and the slew of sequels isn’t half bad either. John Carpenter’s score is immediately recognizable – and also creepy as hell. The blank white William Shatner mask donned by Michael Meyers is as iconic as the green and red sweater or the hockey mask. The first film scared the shit out of babysitters — and the babysat — everywhere, while remaining remarkably free of on-screen deaths and bloody splatter. John Strode Gets Blowed Up “The Curse of Michael Meyers,” a.k.a Halloween VI, may not be canon, but when it comes to kills, who cares? John Strode (Bradford English) is stupid enough to go into the basement of the original Meyers house. Michael informs him of his mistake by skewering him, lifting him off his feet and shoving the other end of the skewer into a junction box. The end result is poor John cooking until he blows up. Although completely unrealistic, it’s still pretty badass. Nurse Soup Karen (Pamela Susan Shoop) is a neonatal nurse who works in the hospital housing Laurie Strode (Jamie Lee Curtis). She decides to get naked and jump in a hot tub. Michael grabs her by the back of the head and shoves her into the hottest part of the water, causing her skin to boil and peel off before she drowns. This happened in the second installment of the franchise, and was especially shocking considering how visually tame the first one had been. Michael’s First Kill Judith Margaret Meyers (Sandy Johnson) decides she needs some booty on Halloween night in 1963. Her six-year-old brother Michael took offense, and, dressed in his precious clown costume, grabs a butcher knife and stabs her to death. Then he walks outside to see his mom and dad. Rob Zombie’s version was good, too. Here, I’ll just show you both and let you decide. The Ghost Charlie Brown and gang may have made the white-sheet costume precious and precocious, but Michael Meyers took it right back for scary when, swathed in linen, he strangles Lynda van der Klok (P. J. Soles) with the phone while she’s chatting. The delight of seeing her breasts (remember, this was ’78) came tainted with the realization that anyone under a white sheet could kill you dead. Unfortunately, this particular kill scene has bare breasts bouncing around, so it isn’t available in any good form on the internet. Because breasts are worse than blood. Fortunately, you can always rent the film.