Strangers/Echelon: Field Goal

Father (Amlan) and daughter (Ezzy) make for a miracle in a Homeland-Jersey suburbia in this adaptation of an iconic home-invasion deformity series.

A July thriller-adaptation of the iconic home-invasion horror series of films, The Strangers. Thanks for reading! 

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DAD (Amlan): Did you read of these masked 'Strangers' (home-invaders) of New York, darling?

DAUGHTER (Ezzy): Hey, you adopted me; we live in Echelon (Jersey); we're suburbia-safe, daddy!

AMLAN: I don't doubt it...this home-invasion pattern's some post-9/11 era superstition aggravations.

EZZY: Right like post-WWII Roswell abduction lore stuff, right?

AMLAN: Clever-girl, Esmerelda; these 'Strangers' have the mark of bad Halloween faith.

EZZY: Good for cinema (chuckles).

AMLAN: Sure (good).

Father-and-daughter had settled into their newfound life of suburbia and school/teaching (cyber-homeschooling) and read of this bizarre NY-home invasions tale of masked 'Strangers' seeking bloody-murder blueprints for crime-paranoia in the post-9/11 era of everyday-streets transit infrastructure/homeland securities demands for consumerism life/bread. They didn't anticipate they'd get a knock on their door, Selfie-like not.

EZZY: Someone's knocking, Amlan.

AMLAN: I told you to call me dad, Esmerelda.

EZZY: It's the night-before Halloween, one-year post-story of that New York crime/entry, dad.

AMLAN: Go to your room and lock the door and peer out the window and call 9-11 (now).

EZZY: Selfie-like (good).

Amlan grabbed his Halloween costume, though it was Oct.-30 and put it on to get to the door with his liquid-nitrogen gun ('ice-gun') he made in a garage for a special cold-fusion cyber-homeschooling social media demo and greeted the 'Strangers' who peered through his Homeland-Jersey door-slit chained. What did they want, pre-Halloween?

AMLAN: Are you those New York Strangers, heroes?
STRANGERS: Knock, knock...Halloween fast approaches, daddy man.

AMLAN: How'd you know I've a daughter, heroes?
STRANGERS: We know everything (Happy Halloween!).

Clever-dad Amlan knew what to do, to prove he and his daughter were not home-invasion subjects for these Strangers from Hell. He procured his special gorgeous women's pro-tennis level spirits trophy-item, a Yugoslavian card reflective of US/French Open tennis grandness, and a special premade plate of (Indian) luchi-bread and butter-chicken curry and slipped it through his (chained) door-slit to the (three!) masked Strangers (for reviews).

STRANGERS: This pre-Halloween plate's good, daddy man.

AMLAN: Glad; you liked (equally) that women's tennis treasure (a gift?).

STRANGERS: You mean to curdle our chagrin for champagne charity, daddy man?

AMLAN: Isn't that American...heroics for leviathan?

STRANGERS: Good (farewell), lucky-man.

EZZY: Geez, are they departed, dad?

AMLAN: They departed, Ezzy (good).

EZZY: You're my hero (luchi!).

AMLAN: Those Strangers were demons...something about Death of a Salesman.

EZZY: Aha, new age witchcraft, Arthur Miller style; you're the 'cleats' teacher-hero.

AMLAN: Selfie-like (miracle's thinking).

"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)