Echelon Stranger {Fanfiction}

"Strangers" horror-invader series adaptation set in NJ/USA finds a newcomer/writer discover anticipation of survival-goosebumps for a July-4th post-midnight determination.

Strangers series adaptation/fanfiction, set in NJ/USA, for a jitters-invader hype for your Summer reading/fiction, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan thought everything was peachy-wonderful after moving to his Homeland-Jersey suburbia-prototype residential area of great pillows (Echelon) as Independence Day '25 fast-approached and made him feel eager about backyard/playground neighborhood and community fireworks or sparklers for the Ego (Facebook-like). He'd become a Slovak-Algerian American Catholic immigrant/citizen and sports-writer of great superstitions happiness and didn't anticipate the knock on the door by a home-invader, a masked pure 'Stranger' from the dark side of physical life (Selfie-like).

NEIGHBOR: We've got it all here in this corner of America, friend.

SATAN: Thanx.

NEIGHBOR: We've got food joints, shopping, service hubs, parks, and buses.

SATAN: Thanx.

NEIGHBOR: There's a nice local Christian church too, if you do Sundays thing.

SATAN: Thanx.

NEIGHBOR: Yeah, it's good to have ya here, a sports-writer for Echelon (NFL).

SATAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Amlan procured a very-special American baseball trading-card reflecting his past fascination-fanfare (or writing) about New England sports and blogged liberally about its special Earthling/American value for sportsmanship windows and superstitions of victory and competitiveness and local/regional color for glass or shine. It was the card he reasoned (much-later) was the causality that brought the masked 4th-July post-midnight 'Stranger' to his Echelon-haven (Selfie-like).

STRANGER: Knock, knock, Mr. Amlan Satan.

SATAN: This ain't Halloween, stranger.

STRANGER: Who needs Halloween to wear a mask-of-death, Satan?

SATAN: Fan of sports, stranger...'Satan' is surname of a Slovak ice-hockey man.

STRANGER: I've known of it, Amlan...let me enter your Echelon-cave (now!).

SATAN: What do you want?

STRANGER: To make an apparent/fake suicide for your writer-tombstone, man.

SATAN: You're a demonic woman, a stranger from the dark side...go away (now).

STRANGER: I can't leave Independence Day with such an agenda for revelation!

SATAN: I'm calling the police.

STRANGER: Run to your bedroom and call...I'll find a way in and bloody-murder.

SATAN: Facebook-like?

"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)