Amityville-Possession Phonemic

A Story by Abishai100

Prayers of Earth deepen an American tragedy of principality, in this adaptation of the 'shiny' Amityville horror.

An epic worldly-adaptation of the seminal spirituality-deformity real-tragedy dramatization tale/movie Amityville: The Possession (Burt Young). Thanks for reading,

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FATHER ADAMI: I just want you to tell me your story, son (please).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You know it; I'd approached you for pre-murder counsel.

FATHER ADAMI: I'd been your Catholic-counselor, and in here, I still am, son.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: The demons in my Echelon-townhouse consumed me, no?

FATHER ADAMI: I implore you to make your demons mine, son (please!).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I was begrudged by my alcoholic dad (Emit); self-defense.

FATHER ADAMI: You told me of those suburbia-house demons consuming you!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: On Halloween Eve, I decided to follow and absorbed voices.

FATHER ADAMI: Now, the voices are inside your soul...but that's why I'm here, son.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I told Emit of my eco-mission and his alcoholism; he shunned!

FATHER ADAMI: And you made your house-voices your spirits for downfall, son.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like, Father (sure).

Father Adami counseled his troubled patient/convict, Mr. Amlan Satan, as best he could or would, post-murder/crime in the town of Echelon, where the townhouse suburbia voices inside Amlan's chest consumed him and forced him to retaliate when 'overground' moves for normal family value didn't yield good result. Amlan told his dad Emit, a man of alcoholic intolerable cruelty, of his newfound educational cyber-passion for eco-capitalism (blood-diamonds smugglers highways Robin Hood storytelling) and hoped it'd move him to share his fun toylands-institutional interest in treasure-islands and computer mouse optimism and Earth sportsmanship helmets, but Emit simply slapped him in alcoholic-fury. Amlan grabbed the silencer-handgun from his bedroom-drawer he hid and shot Emit in the forehead that Halloween's Eve. He gifted his only spiritual/Catholic counselor, Father Adami, his computer mouse post-murder/crime. This was a Selfie-like darkness.

FATHER ADAMI: You took a bus to Boston and did eco-capitalism street-theater.

AMLAN: I was in costume/mask the Halloween Day prior, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: You stormed into the bank with a theater-prop water rifle.

AMLAN: Filled with bank-restroom made HCL, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: Requested to be escorted to the vault for bank-box photo-theater.

AMLAN: Told them I was a messenger of a rival of the Ion-company (eco-media).

FATHER ADAMI: You revealed to the escorting guardsman your acid-gun.

AMLAN: Covered the security-camera with Vaseline and burned the Ion-box.

FATHER ADAMI: Swapped the (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds with glass-toys.

AMLAN: Glass-animal collectibles, Father; left an insurance note with the guard.

FATHER ADAMI: "Prepaid insurance-stunt for eco-Ion rival rumors of Interpol."

AMLAN: Robin Hood was to save my soul, Father (ok?).

FATHER ADAMI: What happened to that bank-teller you made mock-aide?

AMLAN: Esmerelda?

FATHER ADAMI: You confided in her your eco-vigilante quest and of Emit, no?

AMLAN: I told her everything...she loved me, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: Why didn't you think of her when you pulled the triggers, son?

AMLAN: I told her of my Robin Hood eco-deed, sure.

FATHER ADAMI: Why didn't it save you, son?

AMLAN: The voices inside that house, those demons, moved me to Hell, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: This was no Alice in Wonderland tale for you, son?

AMLAN: Esmerelda was to be my Alice...but became my Ophelia (damn).

FATHER ADAMI: I'll absorb your demons (Selfie-like).

Wow, Mr. Amlan Satan had become the prototype demon's servant prisoner of hellmouth(s) for Father Adami, who continued to counsel him post-murder/crime in this tale of dark Western (American Homeland) forebodings of fathers-sons languages and adverbs for quick change. Why didn't Amlan's special 'Robin Hood theater' for eco-capitalism insurance in blood-diamonds street-legends/maps invigorate for him a special heroics-arrow for treasure-islands thinking and 'consciousness' for private prayers of Earth's (special) briefcases of labor-linked human fantasy? Why did he bloody-murder his alcoholic dad (Emit) in a fit-of-fury in the end? Father Adami kept Amlan Satan's photo of his bloody silencer-gun as a church-house memoir of all things of regret on this Earth (for leviathan).

FATHER ADAMI: Your eco-diamonds deed for insurance 'matter' was fantastic!
AMLAN: I know; I gave the diamonds to Interpol-relations agency, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: You'd become a special moved eco-crusader for rumor!

AMLAN: Those bloody-diamonds were routed to the United Kingdom too.

FATHER ADAMI: Where Catholic-Protestant street-consumerism was to be clean.

AMLAN: Black market smugglers roads profiteer-IQ was Earth-sign for vigilantism.

FATHER ADAMI: You had everything.

AMLAN: The voices...those demonic voices...they moved me to death, Father.

FATHER ADAMI: Damn.

Father Adami prepared a nice hospitality-thought Irish curry stew for incarcerated Amlan Satan on Saint Patrick's Day and helped him feel more 'human' despite his American tragedy, of succumbing to the demonic voices inside his spirit even though Amlan had found a special 'light' for motivations and eco-heroics fantasy and even love (Esmerelda). Father Adami now prayed Amlan Satan's demons...would be absorbed (somehow) by self-sacrifice. Was this Selfie-like?