Echelon-Strangers: Two Way Thermal

A sports-writer on leave encounters a 'terrorist' like duo of 'Strangers' and must derive cleats-for-leviathan for Selfie-wallets.

A Summer adaptation of the eerie home-invasion 'paranoia' franchise The Strangers, which has seen a pretty nifty Renny Harlin (Nightmare on Elm Street: Dream Master; Die Hard 2) reboot. 

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JOURNAL ENTRY-1: "I'm scrimmaging all through this Summer rental in a Homeland-Jersey town for thoughts about writer's block for college-athletics (football!) in prep for my continued sports editorials about Irish-cleats starting in the Autumn and anticipate nothing but my Selfie age lifestyle/transit reading in the comfort/coziness of wrought Earthling social media consciousness (for the Ego)."

JOURNAL ENTRY-2: "So far everything's heavens; I'm writing furiously almost as I think every minute and keep the wrought subject-heavy focus lines for simplified time-moment focused self-reflections of my day-to-day brain waves, and this is the 2nd such entry, post-entry of my early retreat-inception thoughts following a visit to a local grocery/gas-station area in Homeland-Jersey (Selfie-like)."

JOURNAL ENTRY-3: "Heavens come to the aid of this lost-boy; as I scribbled in happiness post-entries 1/2, in my quaint Homeland-Jersey Summer retreat-getaway for languages of self-reflection in energizer-IQ mode for my pre-football seasons self-indulgences, I didn't dream to be haunted by these specters of Hell...two masked vandals ('The Strangers') who insist my Irish-football 'trophy' (a QB-card) warrants some threat to American culture for Selfie-laughter or isolation or terror; The Strangers are a man/woman with home-invasion paranoia in their hearts...I scribble now in this journal as Prayer-Man...I'm to somehow leave the QB-card somewhere in my backyard post-flight out the back-door (glass) to give The Strangers the message of Selfie-confidence (somehow!)."

JOURNAL ENTRY-4: "I left that damned Irish-QB card by a tree post shattering of the rented suburbia-townhouse back-door (glass!) after just continuing to run; The Strangers kept slipping notes through the front-door mail-slot with scribblings, 'Present/place that Irish-QB card somewhere outdoors, since you blogged about it online...find the timing to flee and leave it for us to conclude your helmet, writing-man, Prayer-Man'...I fled to the Wawa-store and called the police and didn't dare to return to that home or think of that 'trophy' I left-behind as a call-sign of my consciousness/power (wow)."

JOURNAL ENTRY-5: "The Strangers must've been some American football/sports TV-culture 'terrorist' of the home-invader brand (for me!)...I put the memory behind me, as I doubt they'll repeat anything like that with a deed like that for someone else's paranoia, so I keep The Strangers a terrible Western (American Homeland) secret (for me!)...I keep now in my chateau-hideaway (Brussels) a series of 'worldly' figurine-dolls, in memory-release/therapy about Strangers view, as I count myself as a lucky-sports writer for a Selfie-downs (for the Ego)."

"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)