Stranger {Chapter 5}

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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When it came to the hour of 2am, and the masked Stranger woman stilled stood standing peering inside the window of the suburbia-home of Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic cyber-teacher of tic-tac-toe board game imagery of contest simplicity/diagonals of imagination, the protagonist man of the American Homeland began to wonder if the stranger lady wished to make tic-tac-toe some language of vanity fear for anyone wishing to make educational representations of life/home field goals (for doubt).

POLICE: Fellow, we just might send a patroller now that you've become a pest!

AMLAN: I wish not to be a pest for your station but a citizen with honest need!

POLICE: Satan, it's 2am, and this Halloween-prank paranoia you claim is weird.

AMLAN: Look, I know this 'Stranger' has not done anything but she's still lurking.

POLICE: We're guessing it's one Halloween-season overnight tic-tac-toe dare-fun.

AMLAN: Why's she still here at 2am, past any reasonable hour, sir (hmmm)?

POLICE: Maybe we'll send some patroller to check on her (and you!) for funnies.

AMLAN: I fear if you do not, this tic-tac-toe teaching exercise of mine is Hell.

POLICE: Right (Facebook-like).

Amlan was now sure the police would not arrive to rescue him from the teacher-paranoia imagery made by the masked Stranger woman peering inside his window, even as 2am ticked on the clock now. He decided he'd have to take matters into his own hands and took his flare weapon and ran out the sliding-door of the back of his suburbia-abode and waited patiently for the Stranger to come around to 'greet' him there for some final showdown for cinema-kinesthesia (for doubt).

AMLAN: "Note-to-self...I'm here in the backyard now, waiting for this stranger woman to find me here, perhaps impatient (finally) that she's not seeing me waiting inside gazing and/or still wondering what she wants...and when she gets here, I'm gonna shoot one flare into the night-sky this 2am and then one at her head directly, thinkin' surely she's gonna whip out some bad-weapon like a knife to clarify why this tic-tac-toe diagonal dread she's made is anything but buttered-bread prank act that the police continue to make chuckles for Selfie...we'll see if she's an immortal for butter after all (for bloody-murder)."

"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)