Stranger Forests (E.Euro)

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'claim' that an examination in a rich-forest of Earth yields a dark first-contact with 'Strangers' of a (certain) psyche-caliber.

An exploration-psychosis forest-tale adapted from The Strangers. Thanks for reading,

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Let me tell you the dark-tale of how my friend and I, pals from Dartmouth, made an excursion to an Eastern European (E.Euro) forest and encountered demonically-psychotic 'Strangers' in masks wielding weapons requiring incomplete-distances readings for total-survival superstitions anticipations and afforded me (ironically) this extra credit view for escapism-storytelling in our Western 'worldly' Selfie-culture of life-oriented 'dialysis' commentary. Follow along!

As you (maybe) know, the post-9/11 era American Homeland of Western civilization was fraught with transit-confidence worries and commerce-traffic securities concerns after invasion/terrorism really hit the main-stage, forging a new 'brand' of intelligence for globalism activity and hospitality-readings. In this new millennium 'environment' of crossings-woes and intelligence, my friend and I thought it'd be a nifty-examination to find transit-holograms for creative-thinking in a rich/dense Eastern European (E.Euro) forest, perchance to give us a flight-thought from the Hell of city-terrorism 'paranoia' in our fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-lines to life-dialysis (hmmm).

AMLAN (Me): We'll camp in the forest; return with imagery for girlfriend(s).
MARCUS (Friend): Excellence, for transit-IQ and good-intuitions, right?
AMLAN: I wonder if there's a natural-frailty feeling (now) on Earth, pal.
MARCUS: There is, but we'll take flare-guns and mobile-phones for safeties.
AMLAN: Sure; but in case things get really dark, I'll bring my silencer.
MARCUS: You want to bring your ('quiet') hand-gun, as if we're soldiers.
AMLAN: Why not...bureaucracy-paranoia makes for securities-pillows, pal.
MARCUS: Well, I'd not pegged you as a comforts over-investor, Amlan man.
AMLAN: That I am...and perchance will find Selfie-comments of pillows!
MARCUS: The forest marked for this 'examination' is Selfie-friendly, though.
AMLAN: Good (Facebook like).

Well, Marcus/I got to this rich/dense E.Euro forest and started mapping and taking pictures and tracking and making nice daily routes and writing pensive thoughts in our journals to prepare our rich storyboard once we returned (safely) to the American Homeland. However, safeties we anticipated as needed were in good-check but not proportional to that (actual) darkness we faced in what I now call the Suicide Forest (ha). It was such a nice/dense forest, that you'd never (ever!) think it'd be terrorized by the presence of Strangers (wow).

STRANGERS: Greetings, tourists.

AMLAN/MARCUS (Us): "How'd you (simply) guess we're tourists, Strangers?"

STRANGERS: Can you not 'sense' that we're extra-intuitive about travelers?

AMLAN/MARCUS (Us): "From your American accent, we guess you are too!"

STRANGERS: We're (well) settled-into E.Euro...but you will not be, tourists.

AMLAN/MARCUS (Us): "Will you give us a running-chance...at least a game?"

STRANGERS: Sure...good-luck (Facebook like).

Boy, did we (Marcus/I) run! We ran too fast and too scared to look-back with normal-sanity or yank out the flare-guns and my silencer we had in our backpacks in that E.Euro rich/dense forest inhabited by those demonically-psychotic Strangers who wielded horrid weapons (most certainly) in posture(s) for absolute bloody-murder/disorientation/terrorism! We ran and ran and ran and ran, taking-care never (ever!) to separate ourselves from each other to give ourselves a standing-courageous chance with the certainty that at the very least, we were together as some 'team' for survival. Finally, I got the running-flexibility to grab that silencer from my backpack (wow).

I made a micro-miracle toast of my miracle-return to the States with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and thought about (privately) how I lost my dear-pal Marcus who got decapitated. I used my silencer (handgun) effectively to ward-off those E.Euro forest-Strangers and shot one of them, the only male of the trio (who wore a sack-head mask!) in the knee I think (maybe). I'm recounting this tale in a time-capsule for future-world archaeologists to make 'discovery' and dissect the signatures of terror/terrorism in my early 21st-Century Earth 'culture' of life-drawn disorientations for very perceptible 'dialysis' for the senses, for hospitality-readings (sure).