Timeshare (of Hell)

'Strangers' home-invader horror-franchise adaptation about a workaholic seeking timeshare-rope and finding (pure) alienation in the form of an insistent (masked) anti-cheerleader.

The Strangers home-invader horror/paranoia series fanfiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media adaptation offers no ties to the referenced franchise/film-series of inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/critique).

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MR. O'HARA: You've earned it, and I seriously urge you to take this retreat!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I guess a Virginia-timeshare has prospect of mind-pillow.

MR. O'HARA: You're a clear workaholic, Satan; Massanutten-timeshare is ink.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, I guess time-away from office for creativity is cool!

MR. O'HARA: You need this time, workaholic; I was happy to gift it (good).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Thanx...I guess there's some peace/sanity in my loom.

MR. O'HARA: Facebook-like (for the gods!).

MASSANUTTEN MANAGER: Welcome to Virginia, Mr. Satan (ha).

AMLAN: Good to be here in your resort-timeshare; it's really ideal, friend.

MANAGER: There's privacy, isolation, winter-snow, and Virginia languages.

AMLAN: I'm a 'cool' Slovak-Algerian Catholic workaholic needing Selfie-time.

MANAGER: Mr. O'Hara told me you're escaping NY to find VA-writer's windows.

AMLAN: Windows-art is what a workaholic of the Homeland longs for, no?

MANAGER: Well, Massanutten is pure perimeter of nothing alien/bizarre.

AMLAN: I can sense that, of course (Facebook-like!).

HOUSEKEEPER: Wow, thanx for pizza (homemade) share, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: You're a beautiful housekeeper-lady here in Massanutten, Shelbye!

HOUSEKEEPER: You're lonely, lonely writer (I can tell!).

AMLAN: Just a workaholic urged by his NY-boss to trek for timeshare art.

HOUSEKEEPER: The manager informed me you're cooking and writing here.

AMLAN: I'm one of those famous/invisible Wall-St. bureaucrats with quills.

HOUSEKEEPER: You're sure skilled at making homemade saucy pizza (wow).

AMLAN: I'm seducing you, of course (Selfie-like).

HOUSEKEEPER: Yum.

Massanutten was not to be a timeshare of haven-language for Mr. Amlan Satan, our ill-fated protagonist 'antihero' of this dark faerie-tale of incomplete-distances reading of escapism gone awry. For Satan, a workaholic who innocently sought VA-state timeshare get-away from NY bureaucracy life with a gift from his boss (Mr. O'Hara), retreat for cooking and creative-writing was what the doctor/society ordered. He even fell for the Massanutten Resort housekeeper (Shelbye). However, post-settlement of the timeshare magic that Winter season in the American Homeland, Amlan Satan got a dark-knock on his cottage-door, and it was a masked Stranger from the dark-side who whispered, "Doll-Face...'tis my name...black Xmas for ya, dude." This was not Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

DETECTIVE: You're shaking and sweating, Satan.

AMLAN: Excuse the humanity, sir (damn).

DETECTIVE: You were courting the timeshare housekeeper woman?

AMLAN: Well, Shelbye had little knowledge (ok).

DETECTIVE: This invader ('Stranger') was in some eerie mask, huh?

AMLAN: She had a knife and insisted she was my executioner.

DETECTIVE: She spoke in raspy-whispered voice, huh?

AMLAN: She made me a wager to make her some harlequin crayon thing.

DETECTIVE: You had to tell her you were here for escape/art/comfort.

AMLAN: The Stranger called herself 'Dollface' and insisted I draw a harlequin.

DETECTIVE: Something in her image (Facebook-like!).

AMLAN: I'm a writer...I can't draw/paint...but I'd no choice (damn).

DETECTIVE: Gods favored ya, and Dollface was delighted and departed?

AMLAN: That's my (entire) story, detective (thanx)...Selfie-like.

STORY_EXCERPT: "Mr. Amlan Satan, happy-worker, over-working, escaped to Virginia (US-state) after his employer gifted him a timeshare-resort experience for writing/rest/getaway...Mr. Satan was invaded while inside his 'cottage' and had to greet a 'Stranger' who demanded he render a crayon-doodle of a harlequin of alien-insanity for her...Mr. Satan knew he pleased her and saved his mortal soul/life that Winter season in the American Homeland (wow)...Mr. Satan, according to his co-workers, is now recovering from that account of Hell with a black-and-white Selfie-awareness of those 'pesky' incomplete-arts of the mark of survival for pizza (for the gods)."

"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)