Pocono Stranger {Extracurricular}

Account of dark Xmas-retreat cabin invasion, in this adaptation of the graphic 'Strangers' series of victim-tales from the other-side of phones.

A dark adaptation of the searing/graphic home-invasions omen series The Strangers, which I think you'll like, 

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INTERVIEW: You had acid at that cabin that Xmas in the Poconos (wow)?

SHELBYE: Amlan and I simply planned a retreat; he had a water-gun acid-craft toy plan.

INTERVIEW: And video-games.

SHELBYE: Tecmo Super Bowl (pastime)...we had no idea newlyweds find Hell.

INTERVIEW: Strangers.

SHELBYE: Even for optimist Catholics (like us)...Facebook-like.

INTERVIEW: Amlan, your darling, made his water-gun acid toy that morning, on the day of Hell.

SHELBYE: The masked woman, the psycho ('Stranger'), was shot in the face and then burned.

INTERVIEW: She burned herself when she pulled out her blowtorch but spilled cooking oil on her body.
SHELBYE: She knocked on our door that day..."I'm a post-Halloween stranger...with capital 'S'."

INTERVIEW: Amlan had his water-gun with shooting-piston inserted thin-glass tube loaded with acid?

SHELBYE: He was my hero...but the Stranger (the woman) shot him with her silencer while burning.

INTERVIEW: Your Pocono-Xmas is now a folk-tale about home-invasion...retreat gone reverse.

SHELBYE: Reversal of fortune (Selfie-like).

INTERVIEW: You'd been a celebrated model in the West, huh?
SHELBYE: I was looking for a special Super Bowl ad-laurel (diamonds) for the New Year (damn).

INTERVIEW: Amlan fell in love with you as a writer when he came across your work with folklore.

SHELBYE: Our company did a Rapunzel fashion swimwear thing, and he found it online (sure).

AMLAN: Someone's knocking, darling.

SHELBYE: At midnight, Amlan Satan?

AMLAN: Get it, will ya (I'm doing something still).

When Shelbye got to the door and greeted this 'Stranger' lady who made that self-title comment, she slammed the door and ran to Amlan explaining they'd now have to deal with a lurker, a night-prowler, in deformity-like post-Halloween mask, seeking to bloody-murder them (wow).

AMLAN: There's no proof of this...maybe she's just a prank-artist, Shelbye.

SHELBYE: Jesus Christ, no; I tell you I got no other feeling but Hell, Amlan man.

AMLAN: I'll get my 'toy' gun (don't worry)...Selfie-like.

The Stranger proved more resourceful than conceived and broke a lock in the back door area of that Poconos area cabin that Xmas-season and began to make eerie sounds while roaming around the cabin undetected. This was a real language for darkness (Facebook-like).

AMLAN: Did you hear that...like a ghost?
SHELBYE: Either the Stranger's already found her way indoors; or we're in a haunted/marked cabin.

AMLAN: Jesus (Selfie-like).

They were about to enjoy just a simple/charmed Xmas-retreat, enjoying music and football; they'd not anticipated any 'Stranger' audio, but that's what was delivered unto them...with no Heaven in sight. Amlan saved Shelbye but at the cost of his own life (damn).

INTERVIEW: Only regret, for an American Homeland darling, poor-girl.

SHELBYE: I shall remember my hero-man in black/white (Facebook-like!).

INTERVIEW: At least there's one-less Stranger in the Poconos.

SHELBYE: Without leviathan/uncertainty...modern (American) wishlock.

INTERVIEW: Good luck (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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