Mister Thankless: Homeland Sheol

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of a dark Earth mind of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of individual contact jitters for probable regret.

An Earthlings goosebumps tale. Thanks for reading (Happy '25),

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Mr. Amlan Satan wandered around Haddonfield on Halloween, and he opted to make special suburbia life superstition feelings for residents while holding all kinds of poisoned candies in his pockets, distributing them to merchants and consumers in the shopping district of the small Homeland-Jersey town, casting himself (now!) as a special/masked ghoul for all things jitters (Selfie-like).

COP: Nice car, ghoul!

SATAN: Thanx, Mister Policeman.

COP: Can I have one of those candies?

SATAN: For that praise of my auto focus, I surely would gift ya there, sir!

COP: Facebook-like!

The policeman Amlan Satan gifted ended up dead and buried, and our protagonist dark prince of Earth visited his tombstone just 1-Halloween later, still masked and eerie, carrying a prayer note of stranger qualia reading simply, "When death comes unpredicted, the only premonition is contact with the Realism of doubt, for any American or Earthling of perhaps even Martian...farewell, Mister Policeman."

Just two years later, we find the dark prince (Mr. Amlan Satan) working inside a shopping complex, as a mall-confectionary merchant with a colorful uniform and lovely top hat; and he thought about his deeds of pure evil, in that suburbia called Haddonfield, now that he was in a new suburbia-sector (of the American Homeland) called Echelon (Selfie-like). You might wonder what kind(s) of chance-crossings Satan would find (now in Echelon!) with hapless passerby/consumers simply unaware they'd share-space on the fare-rich Blue Planet with a dark prince of simply undesirable jagged-edge intentionality (wow).