Leatherface: American Horror Kakhi

Newlyweds touring an iconic New England writer's estate discover a hiding/terrorizing super-psycho and require special psyche-reading for a wrought miracle-of-English.

Leatherface-featured horror-tale/fiction. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Now, Amlan and Ezzy had read much of the great fantasy-texts of Earthling/American lore for the 'examination' concerning monsters for accessible psychology deformations understanding of the modern social network of exchanges 'linked' human relations for commerce sanity, sanitation, securities, and seances but didn't anticipate their superstitions-readings and cyber-blogs about monsters among us would draw them to Leatherface, a chainsaw-wielding super-killer who'd been lurking in a tourism 'rich' New England estate of a historic offbeat-psyche writer of American mentalism (wow).

GUIDE: You'd find this is quite the rich-house for any fan of writers-bios/art!

AMLAN/EZZY: We're newlyweds and honored to have private-time to roam in here.

GUIDE: Yes, well...we're pleased you offered that special gift-amount for right.

AMLAN/EZZY: So, we'll call you in the morning and let you know of our scribbles!

GUIDE: Excellence for writers-richness...just text me in the morning (hotel?).

AMLAN/EZZY: Cool (Facebook-like).

They had just been to New Orleans for Mardi-Gras festivities, in great spirits, and they remembered their New Orleans Halloween season of masked festivities as newlyweds, but this new-year had brought a special writers-house tour (New England) invoking all the magic of Halloween's spirit while inside that tourist-rich house of an iconic writer for social media culture comment!

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrghhh!

AMLAN: Damn, the brute's got us tied to this dining-table chair system.

EZZY: You keep flashing your Astros baseball-celeb card to tempt him to mercy.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrghhh!

AMLAN: Hey, buddy...since you appreciate hiding in a writer's house, here's sport.

EZZY: Check out my hubby's gorgeous Texas-Astros baseball-card, Leatherface.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrghhh!

AMLAN: You keep the baseball 'trophy' and let us free; we'll keep your ID-secret.

EZZY: Yeah, you can simply 'disappear' into the abyss of Texas with the trophy.

LEATHERFACE: Aaarrghhh!

AMLAN: We may even blog, "The New England writer's estate was ghost-haunted!"

EZZY: You'll be a baseball-card deity for immortal-jury, Leatherface.

LEATHEFACE: Cool...you're free, so you can go (keep-secret, of my card now too)!

AMLAN/EZZY: Miracles stanza...thanx and farewell, chainsaw-man (baseball-IQ).

"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)

Reviews

[Diaanamillie]

Your piece has a surreal, chaotic charm like a collision of horror, folklore, tourism satire, and internet culture. The rapid-fire dialogue, absurd negotiation with Leatherface, and the mix of Emerson and Ecclesiastes at the end give it a darkly comedic, almost mythic tone. It feels like a parody of American horror and American capitalism at the same time. When you wrote this, were you aiming for it to be primarily horror-comedy, or do you see it more as social commentary wrapped in horror absurdity?