Stranger: Echelon-Mercury

Writer narrates his harrowing-escape from bloody-murder by ways of self-defensive (secret) acts for 'claims' of sports-matrix intuitions making safe home-space wax, in this movie fanfiction.

The Strangers series fanfiction, for home-invasion ghosts (right in-between my Marvel 3-part fanfiction about 'masked' Earthling securities things). Merry Xmas-'25, all 

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"I moved into my great Echelon-suburbia home in Autumn-'25 and noted the special social media flares of fanfare in my local Homeland-Jersey area for an iconic home-invasion film/series about incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling respect for home-fencing and sovereignty of everyday-life cast my masked 'Strangers' weaponized for darkness and invasion-Hell. Sure, my suburbia area was a simple/normal place of Echelon-brightness and inspired me to simply continue my sports-culture writer's activity for things of European invitations of American-NFL teams for modern networks/market superstitions of fun, peace, and globalism-rhetoric for roads/transit/hospitality assurance and of course competition-midways Rationalism for war distances demands. Sports was of course the Earthling 'diadem' for peaceful competition. While working on my writer's things of sports (NFL) superstitions in my Echelon-area of my Blue Planet, I noticed a deformity-trend, for doubt."

"I'd been writing about an American NFL team trekking to Spain (Europe) for special TV-land hospitality readings in my suburbia-haven on Earth when a 'Stranger' knocked on my door, insisting he'd been a local-human inspired by the film-series about home-invasions I mentioned earlier and moved to mark me as a target for home-invasion, as if I was a prime-number man for a character/victim from that eerie/dark film-series about sovereignty-disturbances (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

STRANGER: You're quite the Echelon-prince, friend.

ME: You read my blog/write about Spanish hosting of the Browns (NFL)?
STRANGER: Right write for right writing for Halloween-'25 feelings, friend.

ME: What do you want?
STRANGER: You made a Spanish-football hospitality story with you in costume.

ME: Yes, yes...I was 'masked' as a character from a Fat Albert cartoon thing (ha).

STRANGER: I have a knife in my backpack, friend...I seek bloody murder here.

ME: What?
STRANGER: You wrote about Browns in Spain (NFL), but you've a Cowboys-card?

ME: Yes, a Dallas-Cowboys (NFL) collector's special (Upper-Deck) card, stranger.

STRANGER: I found inspiration from the Strangers home-invasion films for doubt.

ME: Why?
STRANGER: Your Cowboys/Browns 'schizophrenia' marks you, 'cinematic' victim!

ME: What do you want?

STRANGER: Your Fat Albert costume/blog, Browns in Spain (NFL), is know-class.

ME: Let me get you that Cowboys-card...I've got it in my art-room at home.

"While the masked 'Stranger' claiming copycat-inspirations for bloody-murder from the Strangers home-invasion films waited at my door, I didn't just snatch my Cowboys-NFL card for him to examine but also my (loaded!) silencer-handgun. I slipped the football trading-card through my half opened-but-chained door and waited until the 'Stranger' reached for it before I shot him point black in the head and chest and watched him fall-dead on my porch (damn). I then dragged him inside and down to the furnace in my basement and burned his corpse into ashes to hide any evidence of his criminal examination for doubt (ok)."

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: Quite a nice 'exotic' lamb-curry dish for Halloween-season!

ME: Thanx, detective, thanx.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: So, you defended yourself and this "Stranger' fled/vanished?

ME: I promise to recount this films-copycat psychosis tale in a time-capsule, sir.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: Aha, so as to keep this criminal insanity a needed secret.

ME: A guy with claim of psycho-film copycat-inspiration needs citizen's veils, no?

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: And you're that home-sovereignty hero...for lamb-talk.

ME: You said it, detective...and I'm a writer...and I intend to make it just right.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: Well, friend, I'll investigate this cultish movie psycho trend.

ME: Good graces, detective...I'll bury my time-capsule tell for someone to read.

DETECTIVE CHARLIE: Ha, yes, maybe someone reads it in year-2030 (Selfie-Freud).

ME: All's 'fare' for the foundry-fiction of 'phantoms' for football (Facebook-like!)

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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