Stranger: Echelon

A Story by Abishai100

Man/newcomer recounts the home-invasion tale of a 'Stranger' who creates a dark-light for Homeland-Jersey superstition concerning (incomplete) wishes.

A fanfiction/adaptation of the iconic The Strangers series of horror/invasion films. Can't wait for the upcoming Renny Harlin trilogy (too!),

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Well, my wife and I moved into our quaint Echelon-Jersey townhouse in the winter of 2024, expecting a nice New Year from January onwards after transcending some bad-business in Eastern-Europe during the nasty Ukraine-invasion and didn't honestly want anything extra-ordinary but to watch NFL-football on TV, perhaps cheering for the Eagles, as I'd become a special Philly-sports fan, since my wife got a position (asst.-prof.) at Penn-State. However, we were soon greeted by a masked mystery-man with a toy water-rifled filled with acid, called himself the Stranger, and he knocked on our door on MLK-Day (which was shocking, honestly). Would this ultimately be a Facebook-poke/like/comment/joke for harmless life-experience(s)?

Our townhome is quite nice, and it's located near the Echelon-Mall, where I spent some time after we moved in (Jan.-3) to get furniture and things, and my wife and I considered it a nice abode for general life and home-style comforts. I got us a nice crock-pot to make meatball-cream curry (my specialty-dish!). The house has a nice window-view, and we kept the drapes open during the daytime, and my wife was the one who noted the mysterious-masked man ('the Stranger') peering in through the window from the sidewalk in front of our front-porch. She told me she got a very stranger feeling, but I opted to ignore any possible sign-language for danger (or darkness). It just became a cute Facebook-joke for my wife (Tandy).

STRANGER: Let me in, newcomers to Echelon-Jersey (please and now).

ME: Your toy water-rifle complements the otherwise simple mask you don.

WIFE: Is your water-gun loaded (dangerous)?

STRANGER: It's filled with HCL; if you don't grant entry, I'll burn your plants!

ME: Look, we're new-residents of Echelon and avoid trouble(s), Mr. Stranger.

STRANGER: Then, let me in; and I'll put-away my water-gun toy (for us).

STRANGER: You've got a Hitachi-Plasma, eh?
ME: It's an early 21st-Century 'tech-classic' for consumerism, Mr. Stranger!

WIFE: We like Netflix-stuff and Hollywood/Bollywood stuff (social media).

ME: Planet Hollywood consumers; 'resembling' celeb-traffic seeking sanity?

I wish we didn't allow the Stranger to enter. He tied us up and used his 'toy' (acid-gun) to spray my wife's hair to burn some tips/ends off and took of my new shoes and burned them. He then insisted he reveal the location of all consumer-electronic batteries. I told him we had a box-full of Energizers, which he took, claiming he was a Battery-Man with sone anti-capitalism consumerism joke for home-invasion(s). This quickly became an invasion by an 'alien' from Hell.

MR. STRANGER: I'll leave some of my acid for you to show to the policemen.