Stranger {Chapter 1}

Vertigo multi-portion fanfic of the searing portraits-series of masked/wiry home-invasion eeriness on Earth.

The Strangers adaptation/fanfiction work, in multiple parts (Chs 1-6) with some tic-tac-toe allusion/fun/darkness. Thanks so much for reading (Happy Weekend), 

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Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic, had moved into a nice suburbia-area after getting a new job as a cyber-teacher (homeschooling), working on a special tic-tac-toe exercise designed to give youth special-eye for a bifurcation of decision line outcomes of weight...and buzz! After all, the simple object-mark grid-placement game was (all) about outmatching your opponent to find continuous 3-spot alignments without letting the challenger get to their ambition just-as-easily (ok). Well, Satan had enjoyed posting his grid-diagrams for his lessons, publicly accessible on the Internet for students/readers, post-move to suburbia, before a Selfie 'titled' Stranger decided to make his Autumn-'25 Earthling lifestyle experience one of anything but ease/figs (for the Ego).

POLICE: What's this silliness, Satan (eh)?
AMLAN: I'm not insane, sir...I'm a patriot, hockey/football fan, and cyber-teacher.

POLICE: Tic-tac-toe, Satan?

AMLAN: Stranger's at my door, banging with an axe, insisting she's game-ravenous.

POLICE: It is Halloween-season, Satan.

AMLAN: Look, I know this is some message about difficulty in suburban-comforts.

POLICE: Cyber-teacher threatened by a stalker-reader obsessed with tic-tac-toe.

AMLAN: She's right-outside now, sir...and I ain't lookin' for an ongoing kit here.

POLICE: This sure sounds like a prank call, Satan...maybe we'll send a patroller.

AMLAN: Great (I hope you took this seriously, especially my tic-tac-toe class).

POLICE: Good-luck.

Friends, the masked 'Stranger' knocking on Amlan Satan's door happened to be a single-woman, in eerie visage, claiming she wanted a misadventure proposal that Halloween season for the now-distraught cyber-teacher in suburbia, for some tic-tac-toe 'thing' of IQ/foolishness division of experienced Hell. Maybe she wanted to simply move him to feelings of 'educational' jitters of ignorance/kilns, he thought to himself (in-fear). Maybe she wanted to make his Halloween-season early-eve the prologue to a long-night of dark visions...or bad anticipation (wow).

AMLAN: "Note-to-self...I'm gonna try to keep her outside, refusing to allow her entry, as I've made a 'tic-tac-toe guess' here she's (already) made some nearby/local home invasion for her vanities of bloody murder variety...but maybe it's not just that I'm a cyber-teacher that drew her to my haven here (damn)...but maybe I'll just eat a buttered piece of bread in front of her, as she's peering through my window, insistently confident I'm patient with police (with life!)...but whatever's outcome(s) here, this maybe is a long-locks of this Halloween season day/night (damn)."

"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)