Stranger: Echelon-Find

Tale of dark event, in this fanfiction of the 'Strangers' home-invasion distance series (horror).

The Strangers adaptation for this gorgeous day in South Jersey (USA). Hope you like it, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was content as a clam moved into his Homeland-Jersey suburbia town house/area in a place called Echelon where he'd begin work on his special story about the Headless Horseman (Facebook-like!).

REAL ESTATE AGENT: You'll like it here, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Thanx, but call me Amlan, stranger!

REAL ESTATE AGENT: You're writing some great American folklore bit here, huh?

AMLAN: Looking (actually) forward to it, though it's Earthling-goosebumps.

REAL ESTATE AGENT: You'll find the windows/views/interior are cozy/hospitable.

AMLAN: What's the crime/element like in this area (Echelon), friend?

REAL ESTATE AGENT: Nothing outlandish; quiet shopping/traffic suburbia area.

AMLAN: Cool...I guess there's no paranoia for Devil's Night around here then.

REAL ESTATE AGENT: Facebook-like (good luck).

Only it wasn't to be a normal suburbia examination for Mr. Amlan Satan on Devil's Night '24 (Oct.-30), as a masked stranger-woman ("Pin-Up Girl") knocked on his door and requested she enter to perform a special theater-act/deed for his writer's inspiration, having had followed him online with his social media blogs about developments in his 'cool' Headless Horseman project for view. Amlan was gulled into thinking this was some community welcome-mat for a newbie/writer and let the girl inside his Echelon-home (wow). This was not to be Facebook-like, to be certain for doubt (damn).

PIN UP GIRL: You appreciate why you're tied up?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You inebriated me and now threaten with this needle-set?

PIN UP GIRL: Lethal shot for a writer who's to become Ichabod Crane, friend.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: So, you're the real Stranger.

PIN UP GIRL: You won't get to write it (sadly).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Why're you doing this?

PIN UP GIRL: Because I like you.

DETECTIVE: This guy had a plate of Chinese chicken before him death night.

NEIGHBOR: No clues or cues as to the targeting of this popular cyber-artist, eh?

DETECTIVE: We know it was some stranger, but why Devil's Night is uncertain!

NEIGHBOR: Well, it wasn't any of his neighbors...we found Satan amicable, sir.

DETECTIVE: That's the claim/language, I can hear; maybe it was charcoal fate.

NEIGHBOR: We all liked him (little-neighbor).

DETECTIVE: Facebook-like (damn).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)