Satan's Phonon

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan Satan of New England negotiates Romanticism and alcoholism in this adaptation of the 'iconic' Amityville horror-tale of incomplete-distances to family value sportsmanship/exorcism.

An adaptation of the iconic American horror-tragedy adapted film/story Amityville II: The Possession (Burt Young), which I hope you like (and thanks so much for reading!),

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MR. AMLAN SATAN (Bostonian): I don't want love.

DANICA (Girlfriend): You love sports, Satan...hockey/football.

SATAN: I also love table tennis, Danica love.

DANICA: You're letting your alcoholism-condition run your brain!

SATAN: My father (Emit) has his own life; my house whispers.

DANICA: What's it?

SATAN: I was enjoying college-athletics (TV) and heard voices.

DANICA: What did they say to you...forsake love for Satan?

SATAN: Yes (Selfie-like!).

What happened inside that house in New England for Mr. Amlan Satan, a sports-fan and relatively young American (Bostonian) who began to hear voices from the dark-side inside his house, drawing away sports-fanfare languages and love and drawing inside a bloody-murderous (Catholic-fall) image of incomplete-distances readings to the Hell of man's own self-brain made family-wall cracks for helmets. This wouldn't be adapted into social media 'culture' without the hand-axes of morality-blues, which is why needed the aid of an exorcist (now!).

PRIEST: Do you think of yourself as James Bond, Satan?
AMLAN: I'm possessed...I bloody-shot Emit, Father (sure).

PRIEST: You say you're interested in the IRA as a Catholic-man.

AMLAN: Do you doubt it, Father (sure)?

PRIEST: I got you a carousel-antique to ponder life's light, Satan.

AMLAN: Complements some Mardi-Gras of Halloween/heist!

PRIEST: Think of the Selfie-hands; simpler things; no demons.

Amlan listened to his priest, but he wouldn't waver from his self-brain made blues, post-deed. Did society/culture/politics 'language' offer a blanket for sanity for Amlan Satan? He'd become morally weak, and he wondered if he should do something radical even now, but he accepted his priest's gift, a carousel-antique (treasure!).

Danica wouldn't help anymore. She surrendered Satan's fate to his priest who guided him as best he could to forget about the bloody-murder inspired by the voices he heard inside his Bostonian residence, which was reportedly (surely?) haunted. Danica returned to her life of hockey-work in New England (damn).

PRIEST: You're thinking of liquor, Satan.

AMLAN: Why not?

PRIEST: Demons release you, but I can't take-place of it?

AMLAN: Why not?
PRIEST: Think of incomplete-life and complete-self, Satan (sure).

AMLAN: Maybe (Selfie-like, ha).

PRIEST: Think of this stew, me thinks.

PRIEST: Satan's not a sound-byte or a phonon-for-life, sure.

PRIEST: I worry even for the demons inside that house, Father.

PRIEST: Me too, Father!

PRIEST: Food and finance offer some medicine for life's locks.

PRIEST: Dread the days and nights...even Catholics.

JOURNAL: "I shan't suicide; but I think of my Father; I may court this IRA-woman...find social-media sanity image for rebel-worry; I hadn't become unreal but surreal with bloody-hell for pains; I listened too much to that haunted-house as a Bostonian...I needed something like Notre Dame football (for my Father) and perchance something less like Kingdom-banks image for the Devil."